Dawn arrived with the haze of the forest and the shining sun, where those green mountains dazzled the sight of the quetzal and the macaw, which habited in a West full of beauty given by grayish and white stones, as result of the laborious Mayan builder. This was the scenary that Xotlit valued everyday, a child who belonged to that place. And he was there as usual, sitting at the top of one of the hills. He was an infant with less that five years to get into puberty: that was Xotlit, a sensible of nature that he loved and respected deeply, that's why the act he did each morning.

Sings of birds, the howling of the monkeys and the sound of the strong winds were the sensations that made Xotlit's face a flash of happiness. In such a way, that small body rose up from the grass and ran through the mountains unsettling hundreds of colorful butterflies.

In the distance, a voice is heard exclaiming: - "Xotlit, Xotlit come here" -. This was his mother who called his son; and like a deer he ran towards her. Xotlit got into a hut made with flimsy walls from wood and mud; and covered with a roof of coconut palms; there were the child and his family which felt happily. The mother had prepared a breakfast for his son, and his father;

a strong and young man, who seemed to be the best example of paternity. He showed a lot of love for his family; he inspired wisdom, ethics and confidence with his actions, in order to be the best model for his children.

Xotlit was the only son and the eldest one in his family. There was also his little sister, who was barely walking. She was the darling of the family because she was so little, tender and helpless; she was the responsible of having a sweet home, due to certain problems were affecting to the family and actually, to all the families that lived in the town, those problems were derived from the difficult way of social life established by the Mayan authorities.

As a Mayan custom, Xotlit and his father, the males of the family, would have to eat first; and then the mother and her daughter would eat apart.

In such as way, this Mayan family were defining theri daily routines. The father would go to work in the as potter. He made mud pots for the royalty or the nobles. However, as many men in the town he was also a farmer which farm the fields with corn, beans and some vegetables. Xotlit was so young, and for that reason he was only in charge of helping his mother with the home task, such as collecting water and vegetables to eat.

Unfortunately, the lands from this place were no longer the best ones for the farming of their food, according to the people of the town, that was because the gods were unhappy with their sacrifices that they offered. Therefore, the Mayan people from this region survived only with basic food such as corn and beans. 

There was a large number of Mayan habitants who lived in that place, it was constituted by the authorities which were the gobernator and the priests. As a show of loyalty, all families lived respecting to the laws and customs that their superiors imposed.

However, Xotlit kept in silence opposition to many things that he observed from his people, such as customs and rituals in which they manifested their obedience and worship to their deities. Xotlit's thought seemed to be astonishing, his ability to see things with certain reasoning make people think he was a very experienced person of the life. Actually, it was due to his close relationship with one of the Mayan priests who instilled in his mind many knowledge of life. In order to the hierarchy established in this society, this priest was a Chilán; he was a doctor who treated the needs of the people, Tlacotl was his name. He had taught to Xotlit to have a deep respect for the gods.

Even though Xotlit's incertitude was very disquieting, he did not understand at all the knowledge that his priest gave to him about the relationship that man should have with the gods. One day, Xotlit took the risk and asked to Tlacotl, why they made such as cruel acts of the human sacrifices. The priest was concern of Xotlit's criticism and he knew that no one could be able to infer in their own rituals. But instead of rebuking the child, Tlacotl prefered to be speachless because he considered himself no capable to explain that situation to this clever kid.

Xotlit respected the attitude of his priest and he did not ask that anymore. But when he had the chance again while he was talking with his father, he came up with the same question not answered by his priest, and the father, with a little nervousness, responded him: - "My boy, you will understand all this things when you become an adult, and you have already learnt about your roots with a deep respectful for our gods"-. But Xotlit exclaimed with a lot of confidence, that he would never change his mind and that he would continue thinking in his dream about having a society with freedom and happines.

All these thoughts from the child made whoever listened to him, exclaimed and wondered why to propose such a type of society, if the way of life was already established by the gods and nobody would change that.

Xotlit used to draw alone on some pieces of leather made from the deer fur. Some of the strokes that he drew would might only understood by himself. The other kids looked at those drawings and asked to Xotlit, what thoses things really meant to him, and here it was when that child spoke and said things that the little kids did not understand at all.

When the night approached between the summits of the mountains, those temples began to dissapear, in reason of the full darkness coming down, After that, the town used to stay in a complete silence, like if that place did not exist or it started getting away from the sight; however, everyone slept after the sun set. This silence was among the fear; due that this region of the Mayans called by everybody Oxwitik, lived for a long time in a conflict with another Mayan town, located in the western regions of the huge mountains from there, that's why the fear they had, beacuse they could be attacked like preys of the jaguar in the less expected night.