Quetzalcoatl: A Short Story

I was lost, abandoned, my pride flowing into the muddy, dark, rivers of Lake Texcoco. Life hadn’t treated me well; or I guess, the way Quetzalcoatl had promised. In the blink of an eye, I had run out of my family hut, and had jumped in the river, having a bit of hope that I would regain my pride and courage. With a jolt, I roused from my sleep. I felt relief when I thought about the end of the nightmare, but I couldn’t help but think if my dream had a deeper meaning to it. It’s probably telling me about my future, I thought. Well, I can’t worry about that right now. I’ve got a busy day today. Helping father with the chinampas, going to school, and if I have time, start preparing for the military. I quickly put on a simple loincloth and a tilma,

I admired. As I gazed up, I could see the peaks of the mountains that surrounded the city, as well as the waters that surrounded it. Small, bushy trees stood beside the paths, marking the boundary of where I had to go. I had met Koica when I was a little child; my parents choosing him to be my advisor. I visit him couple times a week, each time bringing a gift but this time, I was empty- handed. As I looked to my side, I noticed a bright dahlia, standing out from the rest. This particular one was bright red with pink on the tips of the narrow petals. The rest were almost peach colored with yellow tips. There were other red dahlias as well, but they were more dull and dusty. Separating it delicately from the rest, I jogged the rest of the short way to the priest, who had been troubled since last

We would not dare tell anyone but you mustn't mention it again.” My sister managed to stammer.

“Yes, my dear daughter, but I am not afraid of dying to express my true emotions.” My father answered.

“Why have you chosen this path?” My brothers voice boomed.

My father replied calmly, “Is it me who just thinks that these gods are fake? I feel they have left us, even if they were real. So many battles and sacrifices. Sacrifices. I don't feel the need for them. Death is enough. To sacrifice is something that just doesn’t seem right.” He glanced around at everyone's faces, as if trying to search for their expressions.

We seperating, each going to our own beds, troubled and worried, but all falling into a slumber sleep.

Over the couple days that passed, my father taught me all the things that he had doubts on and for some, I had to agree. The biggest part that I feared was when we even risked a conversation in the fields where other Aztecs could easily pass by and overhear, whereas at home, my mother and sister were outside in front of the entrance cleaning and such. It was a week or so that had gone and Koica was in their hut, discussing battle plans for Zaphteca and Zamphocla when a voice interrupted