On a nice sunny day in May 1589, in the Miyan Tribe, an old man was making something. Not just anything, though. Something special for his new grandchild. It was a necklace, which he would implement some of his soul into it to give his grandchild great luck and be prosperous. It had a white stone where he carved something on it. No one, not even him (or I) knew what it was. When he finished, he gave it to his grandson.
14 years passed and the boy has been wearing the necklace every day ever since he was given it. He normally did not give too much thought in protecting it because he knew that his grandfather’s life would keep it around his neck. A man approached him and, needless to say, quickly broke it off the boy’s neck and ran away with it.
The man had been a thief for a long time, and little robberies and muggings were tiny compared to what he really wanted: to take the gold from the cave widely recognized as being death in cave form. A few years later, he decided to finally take the gold. He traveled to the cave and went inside. There were many dangerous things, like the velocibutterfly and the scorpion rabbit. The cave quickly collapsed on him.
500 years passed and the cave was blown away by modern people to see if there really was a treasure. During this time a girl named Jesy was exploring the area with her family. They found the ruins of the cave and Jesy explored the rubble. She discovered this necklace and stole it. Now she had the grandfather’s soul.
Nice story. Do you want to know the truth about my necklace? But about your story, the last paragraph really got me thinking because my family and I really did go to an ancient Maya city-state known as Copan, located in western Honduras. My ancestors are from there, but they are also from Palenque, another Maya city-state located in southern Mexico. But I love the story!
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