~Rita's POV~
It's been several years since I have come to live with the Mayan Gods and Goddesses of Life and I'm now 15. And I'll admit it, life here was wonderful. I wake up everyday learning something new and amazing, not just about the world around me but about who I am.
Everyday my mother teaches me the art of healing while my father has me train to become a strong warrior, just like my big cousin Itzpapalotl. She is the best female warrior that I know and I look up to her. She treats me like I'm her baby sister, seriously. My uncle Tezcatlipoca teaches me about the jobs and responsibilities of being a Goddess of Life. He even let me come with him to the earth and watch as the Mayan people made a sacrifice in my uncle's name. It was amazing. However uncle Tezcatlipoca would always warn me about the Mayan Gods and Goddesses of Death.

"Listen well my little one." He said. "Yes uncle Tezcatlipoca." I replied. "You must not come out at night alone, less you must fight some of the lower demon servants of Xibalba and its rulers. For they will do everything in their power to destroy you. So be wise and stay inside with your mother and father during the night." He warned, as I nodded in response.

But sometimes when I would go to sleep, I would have these strange dreams. It was of the day I came to live with mother and father. I saw the young child version of myself crying and screaming in fear to another little girl. She had long raven black hair like me, dark tan skin too. She was running towards me but she remained on the earth, her right arm was extended as she ran towards my younger self. I could hear myself crying out to something or someone. I try to run up the girl on the earth but every time I would get within a few feet of her, the dream would vanish. But one thing is certain, I want and I will find out who that girl was from my dream.