His voice arrived coated in an armor of will, piercing the mist that had encroached her. By now, she had found herself sitting on the ground huddled, hugging her legs as if returning to the womb. The only safe position in that prison that choked her.

In turn, he lay with his face covered in sand and dried salt. His belly clinged to the ground and his arms pressed down on the beach as if grasping for a solid heartwarming hug from mother earth herself.
"I have come from the sea," he uttered, "and I have come for you."

At this moment she was too far to even see him in the far distance but she could hear him. His words they were like flung rocks that came whirling through the air, and they broke throught the stained glass walls that had imprisoned and tainted her vision of life until then.

At that moment it was too bright for her and too dark for him. It was the beginning of a new cycle for the both of them.

He lay near death on the beach, and she stood newly born on the ground. She began to run, hearing his cries with her inner ear, and headed towards him.

"This night is darker than usual because I cannot see you." He thought as he lay face down on the sand, "I am blinded by my own pain. I have been further from you and felt less apart. I feel this because we are close, I can sense you getting nearer and nearer. The smell of this place becomes more refreshing with each step you give in this direction, yet when you and I again meet we will be torn apart. This I know with my heart."

She was sleeping under the cover of a great old tree and she had a dream.

She dreamt that was sleeping under the cover of a great old tree near the ocean and she woke up to a great flash in the sky. When she suddenly opened her eyes to see what it was she noticed that it was a comet of light making its descent from heaven to earth. It was coming from the morning and evening star.

As the comet approached its light grew bigger and brighter until it was like day outside. She was staring attentively, afraid to wink in case she might break the spell, watching the comet break through the clouds and crashing into the ocean.

Her love had arrived, causing waves that rose high above any seen by that coast in the last twelve thousand cycles of the earth around the sun. a new time was dawning.

Riding one of the great waves she saw a figure of light, floating ahead of the first and highest of the series. The figure was accompanied by twenty other more translucent figures that hovered above, around and about the central one. They were of a blue and purple overtone, less dense than the other.

The waves came crashing down with thunder, flooding beyond the beach and into the forest before retreating back into the sea. On the beach, between the wreckage caused by the waves lay a plumed serpent.

She awoke suddenly in the forest, someone had uttered her name.

"Who spoke my name? She said out loud, and the words came out from every direction, "It is I, your destiny, your destination.

"Where are you?" her voice asked between trembling lips, "Both near and far," was the answer, " seek for me and you shall find me."

So she did. She walked and climbed and descended and stopped on her search for him, covering days with steps. And with every step she came closer to him. But with every moment that had passed he had found himself farther from himself. He was dying slowly, losing consciousness, becoming dimmer.

There was a thin string that kept his soul clinging to its body. It was an invisible red string. His soul hung from one side of the red string. The string was tied around his little finger, and tied to the other side of the string she was. It was tied to her little finger too. It had always been that way, since the beginning of times.

Once the creator had willed their two souls, and these words had been enunciated: "Together you will be tied, forever in eternity. You shall walk apart only to come together, and in your great love I will see myself reflected. In your happiness I will rejoice. You will find me when with your union you see the union of all things."

So there he hung, In between worlds, waiting for her.

It was twilight when she arrived. Worn out by the search she felt but eager to know this man who had saved her from the prison of previous life, eager to give herself to him.

What she found was a retinue of birds perched on a body that lay on the sand. Blood was flowing from it. There were little signs of life. It truly looked like a plumed serpent that had come from the sea to live its last days on the coast.

As she approached cautiously the birds flew off one by one, each in turn instinctively knowing that their guard over him was now over. As they did so they revealed his body piece by piece. First the face was no longer concealed, a face covered in a beard that was white and black between hair and dried salt. His hair was long and matted by countless time past in the sea and beyond. But his eyes were open and there was a spark in them, a spark that denoted life.

As the birds continued to rise to the sky they left his body gradually naked. He was dark and thin, from a race like she had never known and would never see again, and he was obviously starving to death.
So although he was unconscious she managed to feed him a few little things and slowly he seemed to be recovering strength. She slept with him right there at the beach, covering his body by day with palm leaves so the sun wouldn't scorch him and huddling by him at night so that he would not be cold.

During the first night and day his eyes were always open. As she stared into she could see that there was something of the mighty in there, and that there was also something dark in there. She could feel a pull being exerted. As if within he was battling for his life. "This is why his eyes are open." She thought to herself on that first day.

On the second night and day he blinked. She was staring out into the ocean wondering if the dream she had when in the jungle had actually been real, when he blinked. It went unnoticed.

By the third day and night she was well aware that something was going on for he closed his eyes for short periods of time, and every time he did she felt a sickness attack her stomach and a drowsiness make her head spin.

The fourth and fifth days and nights passed with not much difference in his condition and she believed he was making a comeback, but on the sixth morning when she awoke she found his eyes closed. He spent the whole morning like that before finally opening his eyes.

She then knew. He was not going to make it like this, so she began praying to the maker. She asked him: "You who have made all things, you who have placed father sky with the spirit in his heart and mother earth with the spirit in her womb. You who have given us the elements and directions with which all diversity flows. You who have given us the center with which to find you, I ask of you for the first time in this life. Spare my plumed serpent, save my quetzalcoatl. Save him for he has come from the stars to save me. Take my life in exchange for I cannot bear to live without him since he has arrived. He is your manifest destiny, and I have always been a prisoner only to know freedom through his call. Take my life and give him his, I beg of you."

With the advent of the seventh morning quetzalcoatl woke up from his unconsciousness. He turned around and sat up. He was sore to the bones. "Who and where am I?" he asked. "Why am I here?"

With this he turned to his left side and saw her laying there lifeless beside him, and he remembered. "I am quetzalcoatl and she is my destiny, why is she dead? I have come for her and now she is gone."

Quetzalcoatl wept for the entire day. When night fell upon them he decided to bury her and with these words he proclaimed his future to her:

"For you I have come and from them you have come. You were their prisoner. I will find them and bring unto them prosperity, wisdom and opulence like they have never known. I will watch their prosperity turn them insolent. I will watch their wisdom make them conceited and their opulence unrelenting and pitiless. Salvation will be theirs for the taking yet it will be refused. So be it."

With this quetzalcoatl began to walk through the night to find her peoples. As he crossed the heavenly jungles, hills and prairies of that new land he slowly began to feel in him the birth of a beautiful faith in mankind, and as he progressed he came to believe that the people he would meet would choose salvation over ruin.

For fifty-two years he lived and taught as a ruler in those parts and in the fifty-second year he was certain that salvation was still as distant as the horizon has always been. He remembered then his proclamation and decided it was time to go home to his beloved.

The red string still tied them together, all he had to do was release his body. Some still say he jumped into a huge fire and rose to the skies towards the morning star in that way, and some say he took to the sea and went back to where he had come from in that way.

Their destiny is still to be fulfilled, as it will always be…