“Captain! A native!”
“Where?”
“Over there!”
“So there is! You, boy! Where are you from? Why are you alone?”
“Captain! He’s got a musket! But he’s not Spanish!”
“Put that down, or I’ll-”
Bang!
Chapter I
“My son! Are you alright?”
“What? Father? Where am I?” I was on the bridge, Eagles and jaguars swarmed. Across the bridge I saw the white bearded ones, sending sounds of thunder atop their giant dogs!
“Zolin! Wake! Wake my boy!”
I opened my eyes. My father, Milintica, was shaking me.
“I’m awake, father!”
“And you're about to be late!”
I jumped out of bed, and grabbed my cloak, and hurried to my mother, Patli.
“My little Zolin! A warrior! Good luck.” My mother said with tears in her eyes.
“I’ll come home! I promise.” I said opening the door.
“Wait, wait!” My sister Teiciuh ran to me.
“Good-bye!” I said as my father joined me. As we walked through the town to the temple.
Chapter II
“Are you scared, my son?” My father asked.
“I don’t know. How should I feel?” I replied.
“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.” He said.
When we reached the temple a priest met us.
“Greetings, Necalli. And you, Zolin.” He said shaking my hand.
“Today, my son,” My father said, clapping me on the shoulder, “You are a warrior.”
“Well not yet!” The priest said climbing the steps. “Come, Zolin.”
“Good luck, my son.” My father called.
As soon as we reached the top, the priest picked up his stone knife. I tried not to show fear, like my father told me the day before.
“You will feel some pain.” The priest told me.
“I’m ready.”
“Good.” Just as he put the cold, sharp stone to my skin, a man hurried in.
“Priest! The white skinned ones!” He panted.
“Does Montezuma II know?”
“Yes! He’s been captured!”
Just then, there was a loud, bang, and the man staggered backwards and slumped to the floor. the priest stood up, but was forced back by thunder. I stood to run, but the priest grabbed my hands.
“The C-c-codex! Get it!” Then he loosened his grip. The Codex! I ran into the sacred room, grabbed the Codex, and ran just as I heard a loud bang! I saw warriors running, heard screams, and loud bangs. I was almost to a bridge, with lake Texcoco on both sides, when A big dog came behind me. There was no whiteman, but strapped to the side was a long stick. A thunder stick! I thought, And as the dog passed, it fell off and clattered to the ground. Bang! It shot thunder, and I jumped out of the way, but I lost my footing, and slipped down a hill. I hit my head, and it all went black.
Chapter III
When I came to, it was silent for the most part. I got up and climbed the hill, and what I saw was horrifying.
Everyone was gone. The temple was destroyed. Huts were aflame. Everything was gone. The codex. It passed through my mind. I went down the hill, got the codex, and climbed back up.
“All I have left, is this.” I said to myself.
“We will live on….”
“Captain! A native!”
I spun around and saw white men crossing the bridge!
“Where?”
The white man pointed.
“Over there!”
“So there is! You, boy! Where are you from? Why are you alone?”
I didn’t answer as I reached for the thunder stick.
“Captain! He’s got a musket! But he’s not Spanish!”
I did what the white men did to use thunder sticks. I pressed my thumb on a knob, and pushed a little metal nub.
“Put that down, or I’ll-”
Bang!
“Captain!”
Bang!
I dropped the thunder stick and ran, all the way thinking, We will live on...We will live on...
The end
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