We end our embrace with a kiss, and as you look over at Drake he starts to stir in his sleep. You whisper to him in your sweet voice, and he immediately opens his big black eyes and smiles his big dragon smile. I think to myself, "He is never this happy to see me". We mount, and Drake swiftly sails off towards the South. We see below us the spotted earth, full of dirt, some grass of each shade of green, beautiful palm trees, and native plants, and we land on the side of a Guatemalan Volcano. Inactive of course. We hike down the inside to see the remains of millions of years of eruption. Lines, hills and valleys have been formed in the hardened lava, and you reach down and touch what was once liquid fire. From the volcano, we again sail off to the other side of Guatemala, to see the ancient ruins of the Maya. The Maya discovered your favorite food group, Chocolate. I thought you might like to see where it was discovered.

The Mayans, discovered and invented many things we use today in our society. As we walk among the ruins, I explain to you about some of the things and you soak in all the information as I speak. Their entire structure was a mixture of very complex beliefs and organization. They had social, religious, political, scientific, and artistic structures. They invented the most accurate calendar ever used in mankind history. They also discovered Vanilla beans, and invented gum. They were the first to domesticate corn too. We stop for a moment, while you run your fingers over the beautiful carvings on the stones of what looks something like a totem pole.

We move closer to the pyramid structures, and you take notice to the hieroglyphics which have survived the hands of time, but have been weathered by the hands of God. You are particularly interested in one group of drawings, and ask if I know what they mean. I study them a minute or two before answering, and I begin the short but tragic tale. I tell you, "In them, it looks as if the warrior has found his maiden, and is very deeply in love with her. He gives her his very soul, and she takes it with her where ever she goes. But, this maiden is from a different tribe than his, and his father is against him being with her, for her parents are not the most coveted family in the land. But, he loves her still. And, he longs for her to be with him. Time passes, and they steal moments here and there when ever they can. When ever he is home from fighting or hunting, he sneaks to her village, and whistles a special call that only she understands. She carefully comes to him, hiding in the shadows. They make love among the trees, and then she is off again, back to her lowly village. The great warrior is faithful to her always, even though it is sometimes many months before he can get back to her, to hold her again, to make love again. The months pass, and he returns to her village, and he whistles once more as he always has done. He waits, and he waits, and waits even more. He whistles once more, thinking maybe she was too far away to hear him, but she does not come. He never knows what happened to her. And, he would return to that very spot for months and years to come. But, the maiden never answered his call. One day the strong warrior was not so strong and he died of a broken heart". It makes me wonder who told this story in the drawings on the rocks.

I turn to you, and I see you lose control of your tears, and they flow like the waterfall that flows behind us in the background. I ask you why you cry, as if you mourn his death, and you say to me, "Because, their souls belong to us, and I know we were once the couple who loved so much it hurt, and we have found each other again". And you also say "I just wish I could remember why it was that I stopped showing up to meet you". I take you in my arms, and tell you "It is ok. We have each other again and we will never part. Our souls will be together long after death and if we love each other enough we will die together, for one cannot bare to live without the other". I wipe away your tears and kiss your face, and we make love among the trees as we had once done when our souls were hundreds of years younger. And we make a vow to never leave each other's side. We return to the waterfall where Drake is splashing around, and he flies over and picks us up once again to take us to our next destination within our imagination

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