His thought, "The tlatoani had brought us to one of many banquets, to further discuss the battle plans. He stands on his podium overlooking us. His table is filled with a feast as we sit on the banquet below with enough to feed a crowd. Though he doesn't look like he has eaten in days under his timatli.  He explained with such sincerity of our history to inspire us, though it feels as though he wants to eradicate all of our enemies to the last person. A horrid act. The banquet was in a mess hall covered with designs from the conquered factions, enriching the area with a multitude of colors synchronous with the sky during the setting sun. With other trinkets traded from beyond the great ocean. An example of this was the silk blankets that covered the many tables of the mess hall.  All of it was placed to bestow a strength, pride, and power. The village despite what their tlatoani spoke was not at the point where the gods bring famine. Each of their Tlacochcalcatl to the Tlacateccatl's subordinates were covered head to toe with armor, much like their tapestry, most was from their enemies and beyond the great ocean, with some from generations before. Only a few wear armour created by the village itself. Some of which can grant immense powers. Ten rows of tables of the mess hall from across the building were also filled with an assortment of colors, from different clothing to armor. There was even one with the biggest helmet in the entire world. Some wear an ichcahuipilli, quilted armor, as the under shirt to the metal chest plate of their enemies. The chatter had begun as soon as the tlatoani finished giving his speech. All over the banquet were arguments and agreements. People discussing their strategies and what supply they required or could muster. I was born long after the war begun so I have not seen much of the land outside our borders or the enemies from those borders."

"I wore a maxtlatl, loincloth, embroidered with feathers covering both barely the front and back. My hair was the usual color black with no hair in a cuauchic, a hairstyle. On top of that I had a blue-turquoise tilmatli without any symbols but a few feathers as its design. Like most of the attending warriors, the armor we wear came from our great-grandfathers. They had won it from those that came from the sea. Passed from my late father to me, or so they say. It was made entirely of metal with a pronounced arch in the middle of the breastplate. However, the part where it is meant to cover my stomach was missing. A hat with a pointy top with a rim that goes around itself. Adorned on it were colorful plumes of feathers, which I chose to keep on the table. Next to it is mask with a face of a snarling jaguar, ready to pounce. With my face within the mouth. Each is ordained with our design that makes up my family's name and each of my ancestor's accomplishments. I had earned it earlier than any. I can remember vividly the way my mother had told me about the way my father along with his comrades were kidnapped by a warring clan. It was because of her that I worked day in and day out, sharpening my sword and skills for battle, for the day we finally defeat all of our enemies. Like many others, my choice of weapon was the macuahuitl, a wooden sword with rows of serrated obsidian. A weapon that could pierce any metal armour of our enemies beyond the sea. Each of them glistened despite their dark color, resembling the night sky. Placed in its very center is the symbol of my family. I will make them pay for their ..."

Laughter filled the whole building, knocking me out of my thoughts. Based on the conversations after, I added a joke of my own. Only a few had laughed, from some who may have not realized I was speaking. And right after, chatter began once again. I tried my best to discuss tactics with them. All of the ideas, and thoughts as best I could, I'd wiggle in to their conversations. Everything known must be given if the plan is to be executed by the whole group. Even if it's from those they dislike.

We had been losing land during each of our battles as of late. The land we used to cultivate our crops and collect water with the wells we built for Tlaloc, god of rain, to fill. Paths we used to take to get to the river to make our bricks, our water supply, and our way of watering our crops. They block these precious resources as they use them to thrive. Building houses larger with stones from the mud in the river, feeding each other as if tomorrow is their last, drinking pulque from the juice of the maguey plant we had fermented and hidden in those lands. So much sacrifice we had to endure to feed our village, our wi... One of the tlacochcalcatl began to speak, "Hey come on now, we can still eat before the day of fasting!  We need to stock up if you don't want to starve to death." the same man said. Note: No one has  starved to death because of fasting in this village. I laughed. With his help, we discussed our plans with the other generals, joining in on the discussion as best I could. I gave the last report of mine, input and such. Right after, I told him I was done with my dinner and said my goodbyes. With the kindest grin I've ever seen, he said "Get some rest." I busted open the doors and walked past the training area, walked behind the barracks, then to the corners of the wooden terrace for the lift was placed there. And took it down to the ground floor. The new lifts could carry the whole weight of all of the generals back at the mess hall. As I thanked the man who gave no reply. Though he was looking up? I began to weave through a large group of people that was at the ground floor. Dancing before the day of fasting with beers in hand and happiness all over their faces. I closed my eyes with an angry look and faced downwards. How can we allow such merriment to take place while the enemy is -- Such ferociousness I had displayed for the love of battle. The gods will surely thank me for my dedication. I headed home right away. A little quickly even if I do say so. Right through the crowds. As I do, however, I can hear some shouts directed at me. So much festivities.

To get to my home, I had to get up 12 terraces of the building. Each of those terraces are connected via 13 metal pillars with a wooden beam that laid on top. Attached to those pillars were towers that had lifts to help the people go up the terraces. With each on them were a bustling district on its own. Merchants, hotels, bars remained on them. People perform next to the street for coins. In order to make it to my destination before nightfall, I had to focus on the trip and ignore the stores and delicious foods. At the top of those terraces was two rooms. I took a walk to the left that lead to the village over that stayed in that room. I had to pass buy the many houses and toward the opening in the wall. I climbed up a large wooden box with three compartments. Behind them were staircases to move up the wooden box. Tailors within all three of them to work on the many cloths found within. Another gift? I made my way to the top of the closet towards the large opening. Up close you can see the whole thing has glass in the middle. I go through a small slit and head to the rope on top. I left a Zipline contraption that leads me to the village over. However, I do not have a platform and must rely on grip strength alone to make it. If not, I fall to the ground below. Nothing but reddish-brown mud to break my fall.

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Made it.

When I arrived, I quickly locked the opening by sliding the large glass door and locking the hatchet and went to work. I laid my armor and tilmatli on the display in one of the houses I built. If an enemy were to start a war or an ambush. I would surely be dead. But we won this house a couple of months back and placed defences that no man can pass. We'd only used this house for storage of the many crops, weapons, and such. I planned to redecorate and make extra homes for the masses. I began toiling on the construction within the village. With much of the homes being occupied back at the original house, I believed a few extra would not be so bad. To prepare for overpopulation or worse. A few more storage, barracks, stores, and more. What felt like a few hours I laid my tools at my side and rested in the house that had my armor. I laid on the bed. I slept facing directly at it so I may be ready once we begin or for any attacks. As I lay, I can hear the quiet night. The breeze rustled against the trees. I can hear a great whistling within the village. An annoyance. As I rest, I can feel how my body itself aches so much. I had not realized how heavy my armor was. Or how tough the work was or was it the battle. I lay on my back and look up at the ceiling of the house. I had ordained it with stone carvings of my country's great history. One of which was a special statue. People clutching each other with great force, as if to constrict them like snakes. Both, however, had the biggest smile on their faces. Strange. I can feel a twitch in my heart. I began to dream one of our many stories of how the world was made, about the moon and the fifth sun god. The story goes that the moon is a head of his own sister and that it is an enemy to him. She got there when she, along with her millions of siblings, waged war on her own mother for something she found incomprehensible. Her mother,  She defeated her mother but two snakes took the place of where her mother's head was. She lost and all of them were punished. It is said that she chases the sun to devour it, finally stopping her mother and all that lives on this earth. However, she is chased by that sun itself, Huitzilopochtli, along with his millions of siblings who betrayed his mother.