The Life of an Aztec
Dear my one of a kind diary Early 1519 AD
Today I thought it would be a good day to start writing a diary; as I feared I would be set upon as a sacrifice for one of our gods; Tezcatlipoca as he chooses our fate. Whether we should become lucky or not; poor or rich. But luckily I was saved by an old crippled man who was surely going to die soon anyway. I will be forever in his debt. They need the blood of a human which the gods feed on. Other than that I suppose today was normal. While my father and brothers were out in the fields farming I was inside dying some cloth for clothing and baking meals from vegetables that we grew and waterfowl that was hunted. We cook on a clay disc which is on three stones over the fire. We live on a swamp. A mud-brick home near Chinampas, where strips of land had been reclaimed from the swamps. Layers of mud and water plants are not allowing water to seep through.
Dear my Faithful Diary, Late 1519AD
Mysterious happenings have occurred with dreadful outcomes. It started off ordinary; like any other day. Until murmurs flew around the village like an untamed wind. Fingers started pointing out towards the open sea. Mysterious houses floated on the water, coming towards our land. The thought of magic and gods crossed my mind. As they drifted closer alarms circled round. Our leader Moctezuma made us stay together and greet the strange visitors. Suddenly, ghostly figures appeared on the shoreline; pale creatures that looked like men but acted like gods marched solidly towards my people. Awareness penetrated in our eyes as the creatures each held a silver, flaming wand which was striking many people in our tribe DEAD......... All of a sudden earthly monsters were unleashed. Demons with the body of a wild deer yet the head and arms of men. Invaded and tortured our land and our lives. Yet they were more powerful and stronger than us so they finally caught up with those escaping. While leaving the dead remaining where they
Today I thought it would be a good day to start writing a diary; as I feared I would be set upon as a sacrifice for one of our gods; Tezcatlipoca as he chooses our fate. Whether we should become lucky or not; poor or rich. But luckily I was saved by an old crippled man who was surely going to die soon anyway. I will be forever in his debt. They need the blood of a human which the gods feed on. Other than that I suppose today was normal. While my father and brothers were out in the fields farming I was inside dying some cloth for clothing and baking meals from vegetables that we grew and waterfowl that was hunted. We cook on a clay disc which is on three stones over the fire. We live on a swamp. A mud-brick home near Chinampas, where strips of land had been reclaimed from the swamps. Layers of mud and water plants are not allowing water to seep through.
Dear my Faithful Diary, Late 1519AD
Mysterious happenings have occurred with dreadful outcomes. It started off ordinary; like any other day. Until murmurs flew around the village like an untamed wind. Fingers started pointing out towards the open sea. Mysterious houses floated on the water, coming towards our land. The thought of magic and gods crossed my mind. As they drifted closer alarms circled round. Our leader Moctezuma made us stay together and greet the strange visitors. Suddenly, ghostly figures appeared on the shoreline; pale creatures that looked like men but acted like gods marched solidly towards my people. Awareness penetrated in our eyes as the creatures each held a silver, flaming wand which was striking many people in our tribe DEAD......... All of a sudden earthly monsters were unleashed. Demons with the body of a wild deer yet the head and arms of men. Invaded and tortured our land and our lives. Yet they were more powerful and stronger than us so they finally caught up with those escaping. While leaving the dead remaining where they