PROLOGUE
"Poppa, why is that girl on the sacred stone table?" I asked. I was six at the time.
-"Sweetie, it has not rained in a long time. We have to offer the gods sweet, pure innocent souls, so they could be pleased, and give us rain."
-"Poppa, why does it have to be a pure soul?"
-"Because it the gods like to taste pure blood, basically untouched other than their family."
I nodded wrapping my six year old mind around it. I looked at the girl, Ixchell. She is very young, the priest says she is sixteen. After your twenty first birth celebration, you cannot be sacrificed to satisfy the gods. It is tradition to have children,after this age. And you are to be married to which ever man you want at 21.
My older sister, Miyahuaxiuhtzin (ME-YA-WAX- ZU-ZIN), was talking to Ixchell's youngest brother. He was about ten years old. One whole year older than Miya. I looked over to Opochtli, Ixchell's husband, he looked calm and composed. His eyes where ranging with bewilderment, nervousness, anger, and mortification. Ixchell and he had been best friends for life, then they married. When it did not rain for months, the head priest decided to sacrifice Ixchell since she has been very devoted.
Quinatzin, my best friend, is great-great grandson of the head priest. I saw him on a branch of our tree. Our tree is a tree up on a hill, in which you can see the whole village. It is close to the pyramid, where the sacrifices are made. He looked confused, like I was just moments ago, about what was going on. I heard the head priest chant a verse:
Pure Soul, Innocent Mind,
These are our offerings to you, our gods,
the sun has shone bright and mighty,
it is time you have taken a break,
let the rain god take its turn,
we offer you pure blood,
a heart that will please you,
He stabbed her stomach, and teared it open. He put his hand inside it and took out an object that was pink and white, leaking from it was a red liquid. I dug my head in my poppa's cheast. I could not look at one of my role models being killed. From that day on I was incredoulous with this costum. I did not want to be a participante in this activity. I bravley stood up and ran to my mother's rest place. After passing our tree, I could hear Quinatzin scramble down the tree. I ran to the meadow, Quinatzin grabbed my hand. He looked into my eyes, we had a mutal understanding in our eyes. That this was the last straw.
I saw grandmother's little house to the right, like always smoke comming out of it. I let go of Quinatzin's hand and went inside her house to get una limpia.
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the song on the side inspired me to write this story. It's in spanish and the lyrics in english is here:
I had never felt anything like that,
life always kept me in peace
came to open the doors of pain
and giving away the loneliness.
Your skin poisoned my heart,
leaving me in complete darkness
and so instead I forget,
I was wanting more.
And now you're here.
Seeing me suffer.
Tell me, what should I do
to forget your kisses
and get you off forever from me?
In my ... In my ... In my ...
I knew it the moment I saw you,
love you really going to hurt,
but turned to look at you and realized,
you would go through.
And now you're here.
Seeing me suffer.
Tell me, what should I do
to forget your kisses
and delete your name from me?
In my ... In my ... In my ...
Try to stay away.
Pensarte not more, not more pensarte.
It hurt me to surrender,
as ever ... never did.
Uuuu ...
From my x4
