I awoke in the darkness of the temple. I glanced up at the small sky-hole, set in the great arches above me. It was still night. Tonatiuh had not risen yet. Then I wondered why I was awake. I had just been having dreams, no, nightmares, of warriors who rode on great planks of wood and white leaves, and who shot death out of metal staffs. Yet it seemed that someone had woke me! Still, I told myslef as I looked around, nobody was here. I put my wing near my face and was about to settle back to sleep when I saw, through the sky-hole, that Sertor was aligned with Quenen! It was the great festival of me today! At this time, I must be being bejeweled! If the festival was not completed, Tonatiuh would destroy this Earth, and everyone on it! I aimed my head at the sky-hole, and threw an arc of pure fire out of my skull. The city had been awoken...
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