Matlal Chimalli by Zach Flora
The sun rose and the smell of the lake was in the air. I rose slowly and began to wake up and realized how big of a day this was and ran to go get my clothes. Today is one of the biggest days of sacrificing as we are sacrificing as told a “Spaniard”. I am supposed to have breakfast with my brother Acalan and go to the sacrifice with him and his family. For me, I’m very glad that the Spaniard gets to die today because when I was in battle with one I was hit with a piece of hard rock and it went half way through my arm. Because of that shot, I would have lost my arm, if it wasn't for the advances of medicine and how much the doctors know about the human body.
I can’t wait to see my brother and his family. Years ago, he decided to settle down at a young age, grow some crops and have a family. Me, I have always wanted to be a Jaguar warrior, an elite group of warriors that make sacrifices and go to battle. I’ve always admired them for how many times they go to battle and never get hurt. I hate that my brother settled down, but I am glad he chose to have a family because I consider his kids to be mine and love them as my own. I would do anything to keep them safe, for that’s what I truly want. I looked up and realized the sun is rising and that I was running late to have breakfast with them.
I ran up to their house, a small one room stone building with a flat roof to have more room. I rushed through the door and saw my brother’s wife, Chimalma, cooking some corn and tomatoes under a small fire over the roof hole. We quickly ate all of the food and got the kids dressed. There is Matlal, named after me, and then there is little Citlali. She is a little angel from the gods themselves. She has blue eyes and brown eyes. She is wearing her favorite dress today that has little flowers on it. We finished getting ready and all ran to the temple to get the best seats. There were multiple sacrifices today, so we had to sit through a couple beginning sacrifices first. Finally, the Spaniard was lying on the beautiful, jewel-studded table. The priest cut his heart out, and eventually beheaded him. Citlali got the head, which was very lucky.This was a magical day.
Afterwards I went to practice with my weapons and tried to become better at throwing a hatchet like my brother but I had no luck. I always believed I could do what I wanted to do, which meant either always being able to defend the city or never losing. I stayed out in the jungle until the moon god Tecuciztecatl shown bright in the sky. I decided to call it a day and went back to my house. I needed to get some sleep because we were supposed to catch some more sacrifices tomorrow. I went back to my house and dozed off to sleep.
I jumped out of my bed when I smelled smoke and heard a loud bang, as loud as thunder, crash close to my house. I looked out my door to see that there were men in silver suits attacking the city. I knew that they were the Spanish and that they would take over the city with no trouble if the warriors didn't fight there best. I put on my gear, grabbed my macuahuitl and tripatlzachital, and threw myself out of my house and started running towards my brother’s house to check on them. There were people running away and telling me I couldn't win. In my head I knew we could win and thought of nothing else. I had to run past multiple Spaniards. It was easy to out run them in there metal suits. They also couldn't shoot at me because I kept turning around corners. After running forever, I finally reached my brother’s house. I saw everyone except for Acalan. Chimalma told me he had already gone to the farm to work. I told them to stay inside and no matter what not go outside. All of a sudden, a Spaniard came barging through the door, ready to kill us all. I grabbed my tripatlzachital and bashed him in the side of the head with the copper club. I couldn't leave them alone, so I decided to stay outside and guard the door.
The Spaniard scum marched toward us when I noticed something. There were other tribes joining in the march. They had turned against us and allied with the Spaniards. One after one, they marched toward us and shot the hard rocks at us. I quickly took cover behind a building until they got close enough for close combat. The time finally came and I yanked out my macuahuitl from the strap and hit the first guy in the neck, the only place to have an instant kill where they didn't have armor. I hacked there heads off one by one. When I came to the men without armor I struck them in the stomach so I could move more easily by each man until my obsidian blades went dull.
The bodies piled up on the dirt streets and the stone houses were covered in blood. After having a good run at the beginning of the battle, I realized people were surrounding me. I knew they were all about to fire, so I leapt inside my brother’s house and yelled at them to get down. In a split second I heard a bang and when I looked up I saw that the house had thousands of holes everywhere. I looked at the door and saw a man walk through the door. He had metal armor that covered his chest and he had a weird metal helmet that laid on top of his head. I grabbed my club and tackled him out of the house.
He got up and I swung my tripatlzachital and hit him in the chest but his armor took most of the force. He fell to the ground but leapt right back up and thrust his hollow stick with a small blade at the end towards me and hit me in the side. Luckily, my thick cotton armor saved me from being wounded and hurt. We swung and jabbed our weapons back and forth. I finally saw the kill hit and leapt against the wall and started to swing at his head when he jabbed his weapon into my chest. My armor didn't protect me in this case. It went straight through me and then the spaniard threw me on the ground.
I looked at him and he spit on me. He walked towards my brother’s house and looked inside. He raised his stick and shot a hard rock at Chimalma and hit her in the head. I looked over to the street and say my fellow worriers being killed and then my brother running towards the house. He was so close when the house exploded that he flew back. I knew that that I couldn't control anything I wanted in my life. Life would happen and no one could control how it happened. I was slowly blacking out and finally couldn't move. I knew this was the end. There was nothing else I could do and let go.
I can’t wait to see my brother and his family. Years ago, he decided to settle down at a young age, grow some crops and have a family. Me, I have always wanted to be a Jaguar warrior, an elite group of warriors that make sacrifices and go to battle. I’ve always admired them for how many times they go to battle and never get hurt. I hate that my brother settled down, but I am glad he chose to have a family because I consider his kids to be mine and love them as my own. I would do anything to keep them safe, for that’s what I truly want. I looked up and realized the sun is rising and that I was running late to have breakfast with them.
I ran up to their house, a small one room stone building with a flat roof to have more room. I rushed through the door and saw my brother’s wife, Chimalma, cooking some corn and tomatoes under a small fire over the roof hole. We quickly ate all of the food and got the kids dressed. There is Matlal, named after me, and then there is little Citlali. She is a little angel from the gods themselves. She has blue eyes and brown eyes. She is wearing her favorite dress today that has little flowers on it. We finished getting ready and all ran to the temple to get the best seats. There were multiple sacrifices today, so we had to sit through a couple beginning sacrifices first. Finally, the Spaniard was lying on the beautiful, jewel-studded table. The priest cut his heart out, and eventually beheaded him. Citlali got the head, which was very lucky.This was a magical day.
Afterwards I went to practice with my weapons and tried to become better at throwing a hatchet like my brother but I had no luck. I always believed I could do what I wanted to do, which meant either always being able to defend the city or never losing. I stayed out in the jungle until the moon god Tecuciztecatl shown bright in the sky. I decided to call it a day and went back to my house. I needed to get some sleep because we were supposed to catch some more sacrifices tomorrow. I went back to my house and dozed off to sleep.
I jumped out of my bed when I smelled smoke and heard a loud bang, as loud as thunder, crash close to my house. I looked out my door to see that there were men in silver suits attacking the city. I knew that they were the Spanish and that they would take over the city with no trouble if the warriors didn't fight there best. I put on my gear, grabbed my macuahuitl and tripatlzachital, and threw myself out of my house and started running towards my brother’s house to check on them. There were people running away and telling me I couldn't win. In my head I knew we could win and thought of nothing else. I had to run past multiple Spaniards. It was easy to out run them in there metal suits. They also couldn't shoot at me because I kept turning around corners. After running forever, I finally reached my brother’s house. I saw everyone except for Acalan. Chimalma told me he had already gone to the farm to work. I told them to stay inside and no matter what not go outside. All of a sudden, a Spaniard came barging through the door, ready to kill us all. I grabbed my tripatlzachital and bashed him in the side of the head with the copper club. I couldn't leave them alone, so I decided to stay outside and guard the door.
The Spaniard scum marched toward us when I noticed something. There were other tribes joining in the march. They had turned against us and allied with the Spaniards. One after one, they marched toward us and shot the hard rocks at us. I quickly took cover behind a building until they got close enough for close combat. The time finally came and I yanked out my macuahuitl from the strap and hit the first guy in the neck, the only place to have an instant kill where they didn't have armor. I hacked there heads off one by one. When I came to the men without armor I struck them in the stomach so I could move more easily by each man until my obsidian blades went dull.
The bodies piled up on the dirt streets and the stone houses were covered in blood. After having a good run at the beginning of the battle, I realized people were surrounding me. I knew they were all about to fire, so I leapt inside my brother’s house and yelled at them to get down. In a split second I heard a bang and when I looked up I saw that the house had thousands of holes everywhere. I looked at the door and saw a man walk through the door. He had metal armor that covered his chest and he had a weird metal helmet that laid on top of his head. I grabbed my club and tackled him out of the house.
He got up and I swung my tripatlzachital and hit him in the chest but his armor took most of the force. He fell to the ground but leapt right back up and thrust his hollow stick with a small blade at the end towards me and hit me in the side. Luckily, my thick cotton armor saved me from being wounded and hurt. We swung and jabbed our weapons back and forth. I finally saw the kill hit and leapt against the wall and started to swing at his head when he jabbed his weapon into my chest. My armor didn't protect me in this case. It went straight through me and then the spaniard threw me on the ground.
I looked at him and he spit on me. He walked towards my brother’s house and looked inside. He raised his stick and shot a hard rock at Chimalma and hit her in the head. I looked over to the street and say my fellow worriers being killed and then my brother running towards the house. He was so close when the house exploded that he flew back. I knew that that I couldn't control anything I wanted in my life. Life would happen and no one could control how it happened. I was slowly blacking out and finally couldn't move. I knew this was the end. There was nothing else I could do and let go.