Here is the story of Taavi and his love for Hadassah, a love so great that he would brave the trials of Xibalba, and the Lords of that place, to save her.
Taavi was tall and strong, his eyes dark and sure. He was a warrior, the son of a warrior and grandson of a warrior. When he first saw Hadassah at work in the market with her father, it was love. The very next festival day, they were married before the gods and men. Together, they danced and danced, Hadassah never once leaving the strong arms of her Taavi. But as the night drew down dark and the torches were lit for the celebration to continue, Hadassah let out a cry of pure grief and fell to the ground, a wicked serpent slinking away from her. Taavi dropped to his knees, cradling his new wife in his arms as the spirit left her.
He mourned alone in the jungle, praying that the serpent which had taken his Hadassah from him on their wedding day would return to take him too. As the moon climbed higher and higher into the sky, he wandered further and further from his home. The darkness of the jungle closed in around him until he found himself at the edge of one of the cenote, staring down into the dark water so far below. If he leapt, he wondered, would the gods reunite them?
The voice came from just behind him and he whirled about. A woman stood in the shaft of moonlight, beautiful and silent. She raised one hand, beckoning him back from the edge. He heeded her call and knelt before her.
“Lady Ixchel, why do you call me back when I could jump and be in paradise with Hadassah?”
“Because, Taavi, if you are as brave as they claim, if you are as brave as your father and your grandfather before you, then you could have your Hadassah back with you in the land of the living.”
Taavi stood and took a step towards the goddess.
“Only tell me where to go, Lady Ixchel. I will face any challenge and brave any obstacle to return my love to my side.”