Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

"Are you... me? ... How old are you?"

"I'm six years old!"

"Six years old? Me at six? Why... have you appeared?"

"Me? I have been sleeping all along. But there was a kind old grandmother who gave me a potion and awakened me..."

"Old grandmother? Potion? ... Ssss!..."

Chieftain Miyava gasped, the fear etched into her bones, suddenly surging from the depths of her heart! She closed her eyes in terror, tightly hugging herself as lost memories gradually merged, finally recalling everything.

"Ah! I remember now!... That older Priestess, that terrible old woman! She's the Mexica goddess priestess, more terrifying than all the Totonac Serpent Priestesses!... And what frightened me the most were those mysterious potions I've never seen before!... What are they? What exactly did I experience?"

"Why? Why am I wandering night and day, repeatedly in nightmares, constantly reliving the scenes of that night? It seems I hear someone endlessly murmuring, asking me to obey him, obey him... Only he is the light of the day that can take me away from the nightmare!..."

"He?... Who is he?"

Miyava opened her eyes wide, recalling that penetrating beam of light in the dark night. In the deep cage of her heart, only that solitary key could free her from the profound nightmare, awakening her from endless darkness. And when that beam appeared, she lunged at it without hesitation, holding on tightly, never letting go!

"Ah! My little girl, you're awake!"

A familiar and kind voice came, but it made Miyava tremble all over, as if she had encountered a real snake. Priestess Akuitsi entered the tent with a thin pinewood torch. She smiled warmly, carefully observing the woman's innocent demeanor, furrowing her brow gradually before letting out a soft sigh.

"Oh? Your Majesty hasn't touched you? He seems dissatisfied with my work..."

"What can I do? Your Majesty won't let me use potions, insisting on intelligence... The puppet carved halfway but not allowed to finish, truly worrying me! Originally, with such a good base, you could become my most perfect creation..."

"My little girl! You've been asleep for so long, pure like the white paper of the Divine Revelation Place. I just need to awaken you from your memory, paint wonderful pictures, and cover the woman, that's all!"

"Regrettable! Regrettable... truly regrettable! Such a perfect base... I've already drawn half of it, so attentive, so obedient... If the woman runs out and devours you, such a good base would be ruined!..."

Speaking this, Priestess Akuitsi sighed regretfully, stretching out her wrinkled hand to gently caress Miyava's cheek, as if a kind grandmother touching her beloved granddaughter.

"Your Majesty oh Your Majesty! Coming neither early nor late, but precisely at this time... Give me half a month more, no! Ten more days... I could finish painting the base! Then, you could follow my words, slowly, and devour her..."

"Ah! What a pity, a real pity! Lived so many years, you're the best base I've seen! In such a murky soul, hid a truly pure little girl!... My dear child, where would I find such an adorable little girl like you in the future!"

"Akuitsi, grandmother?..."

Miyava listened with a pure face, dazedly hearing Priestess Akuitsi's words, as if hearing the voice of another self. She stared dazedly for a moment, suddenly terrified, avoiding the grandmother's kindness, desperately shrinking into the corner of the tent, shouting hoarsely.

"What have you done to me?! Get away! Get lost!"

"Hmm?"

Seeing the woman's response, Priestess Akuitsi's kindly expression turned icy cold. She squinted her eyes, examining the woman's expression and movements with a snake-like gaze.

"Is it you who awoke?"

"No! Don't come near! Go away! Go!..."

Miyava shrank into the corner with all her strength, babbling fearfully. She even aimed her own nails at her neck, shouting tremblingly.

"If you take one more step, I'll kill her!..."

"Hmph!... If not for Your Majesty..."

Priestess Akuitsi's gaze turned cold, muttering half a sentence before lapsing into silence. After a long silence, she coldly glanced at Miyava, holding the torch with dots of flame, turned, and left.

Until the dots of fire disappeared outside the dark tent, Miyava finally collapsed onto the grassy bed, exhausted. She panted heavily for a while, experiencing the trembling and shivering throughout her body, once again recalling that beam of light.

"So, the hinted light... was... His Highness the God of Death?"

"Did His Highness the God of Death come?!"

Miyava closed her eyes, striving to recall the visions in the dream, reminiscing for a long, long time. She remembered the appearance of the light, recalled the person she held tightly, recalled the crying and embrace after coming out of the vision... Quickly, electrical-like shivers made her tremble, her scalp numb.

"Manipulating the soul, controlling the mind... Is this the means of the Mexica priests? Is this the test of the Mexica Highness?... And I finally made it through?..."

Miyava furrowed her brow, recalling the final memories. She seemed to be sleeping deeply in the man's warm, firm embrace. And when she awoke, she was already on a slightly chilly, soft grassy bed.

"So! That's how it is!..."

"Tsk tsk! Such rare tenderness indeed!..."

The seductive Serpent Priestess's eyes sparkled, reminiscing about that comfortable and safe sensation, licking her red lips with taste. She thought for a moment, giggling aloud with a mischievous and proud laugh, like a girl who discovered a grown-up's secret.

"Hee hee! So, the cold, cruel Death God Chieftain has a hidden tender heart! ... Isn't that right, Xiulote older brother..."

Miyava chuckled, stood up, removing the thin veil from her body, feeling the night's warmth and humidity. Then, she stood on the soft grass bed, her waist twisting, dancing lightly like a snake.

"Big brother... take me away!... I'm scared... oooh!"

The corners of the Serpent Priestess's mouth curled up, her face alluring with tears, her voice clear as a young girl's gentle chant. Graceful serpentine dancing shuffled in the darkness, accompanied by the low pant of the girl's sobbing. Only after a long while did the woman exhaust herself, lying on the soft grassy bed. Her body stretched out like spreading petals, wearing an innocent smile like a pure flower bud.

"Hee hee! The darkness shall soon pass, and daytime will also come. Right, light?..."

The clean, crisp inquiry echoed inside the darkened tent but received no response for a long time. This is the darkness before the dawn, blooming brilliant safflowers, nurturing the newborn serpent fruits...