Though Técun Úman led thousands of his finest warriors against a few hundred white invaders, their superior weapons spelled the end for the K’iche’ empire. After mighty Tenochtitlán fell, how could we expect anything else but defeat? The warriors stood firm and strong while as many people as possible fled, scattered before the four winds, though none stood as tall as Técun Úman.He bought our people’s lives with his blood.Mighty wings rent the air. Talons scored the earth. Dust clouded the valley as thick as smoke, and when it cleared, the Quetzal lay bleeding on the ground.The Red Sun’s famous spear pierced Técun’s breast.I could not use my magic to destroy the demon who stole my heart. Yet I can use my magic to protect the great warrior who is destined to destroy that demon. A god walked in the flesh for one purpose—to save us all—and I failed him.I failed us all. Curse my weak and foolish heart.Thus I bind my entire line to him in service, so one day a daughter or granddaughter of mine may right this injustice.Great Feathered Serpent, I beg you, take my last willing sacrifice and use it in your appointed time to save this world I damned.
