Excerpt: Tlacuilo Totoyatzin

I know that my fate is cursed...
Clearly is what was told to my parents by the soothsayer that was invited to prophesy my destiny; the people that was present at my birth tells that when the elder woman had me on her lap closed his eyes in amazement and cursed:
"Damn the guts of the woman that gave coat to the one who in a future will destroy the civilization of our enemies; but woe betides us! Since that tragedy will drag us to the bottom of our own misfortune ...”
But, this dark fate, never prepared me for what is happening right now, I feel my whole body aching, there is no part of my meat that does not hurt, as if thousand ants where biting my guts, all I can see are the faces of my captors, who shine at the light of torches in the middle of the darkest night; in a forest unknown to me, with my hands and feet tied to a stick like a wounded animal.
More yet, in all the faces of these people the fear show in their eyes, like the warrior that goes for the first time to a battle, but I see most of those people are elders, with their faces aged and full of wrinkles, like old amate scrolls, and this mixture makes me feel disconcerted.
But among all these faces, peeking out from the angry mob, the face of a young woman, disheveled, and her hair dirty and tangled, dirty and dressed in rags, seemed the most curious, the more excited, yet the most fearful.
His eyes jump from one face to another, trying to decipher what can be read in the expressions of people and suddenly I feel his eyes upon my face, her face despite all the dirt can’t hide a beautiful face like a delicate jade sculpture.