It was years after the Spanish had arrived, and a small tribe of Aztecs had escaped and run away to live in the mountains giving their families a safe place to call home. Among those people was a young girl named Sofía. Her family was of medium standing and she was just average. There were prettier girls and girls whose family were high ranking officials. Yet this girl was happy in her place, and had a love for the mountains. The village was surrounded entirely by mountains closing it in and making it impossible for those to enter, unless they knew the correct path.
Sofía left early one morning, to collect fruit and also to hike into one of her favorite parts of the mountain. She was an ok climber, but the girl was fearless making her track up even faster. On her walk she noticed a break in the tall yellow grasses and quickly hurried to see what had happened. The girl dropped to her knees, noticing a man laying in the grass. A path of sunlight illuminated him and made it seem as if he were glowing. The strange man was obviously not of her village, as she knew everyone, however he had almost gotten over the mountains. Meaning he knew the path, or someone had showed him. The young girl sat beside him, pushing his soft hair away from his face and admiring him, he was very handsome.