Yet again, I was interrupted from my thoughts by pebbles being thrown right at the window. I stare out and it's Cītlalli. She would usually wear a cueitl, feathered skirt for women, and a penacho, feathered headdress, large and light blue much like the sky above in the morning. It was ordained with green jewels and gold that holds the feathers. But nothing for her top as she once said that the other men does not cover, why should she? However, she wore a huipil, tunic, and a cueitl, female skirt, currently for the occasion She dyes her hair to a color indigo with a beautiful shine.

We've known each other for a while longer than I was a tlacochcalcatl. In fact, I was the one who gave her the name she uses now. A female warrior but a tlacateccatl, on top of that. Committed to keeping her long uncut hair. She got in much the same way as my friend once, a lot of victories and offerings, I believe. I once offered her the same position as mine, but she refused. I believed it was because it would add more trouble we were already dealing with her as a female general, let alone a high general on top of that. She was dining with us at the table a few rows out. Yet I didn't hear her leave with me nor saw her in the lift now that I think about it. Along those lines of thoughts though, She spoke trying to sound as calm as possible as if to hide something "Hey, great joke, WANNA" ... She immediately stops talking and coughs. She tries to say again. "I didn't see you eat, so I brought some food. Let me in."

Strangely, I moved quickly as to not be followed. Right next to her was a big guy, Coyotl. This particular man was different from everyone in the village, however. He spoke in a language that only a few can understand. His skin had a whiter tone than the usual sepia. He had no facial hair and was completely shaven. Unlike the other soldiers who wore heavy armor, he wore nothing but a leather tunic with his chest completely exposed, thankfully instead of a beer belly it was a burly chest. It was colored with blue streaks of paint that further defines his body. He wore a crown on his head that prevented it from being obscured by his long lavish red hair, yet another strange thing about him. His weapon of choice was a long metal sword, hidden by what he calls a scabbard. On the floor was his shield, tiny and another tiny shield made of metal at its center. On his hand, a large pork's leg cooked all the way through. Big enough to clover someone to death. With a large platter of food on the other hand.....  Is ... Is he gonna eat all that? He was once a prisoner when he came here. He was called coyotl, dog, by the guards when I found him like the rest of what we call our enemies. Yet he chooses to keep that name after our alliance. Perhaps for all the fur he wears or his personality resembling one. He first arrived with the usual cargo ships that traded with us before as they said. Strange ships, however, were smaller than the others. They had shields on each side. A dragon's head was on its front and a tail on its back like it was a dragon in its past life. Within this country, no one from the ships was ever allowed to stay or leave the holding cells. They screamed in words none of the guards understood excpet for me at the time. Though Coyotl could not remember why he was a prisoner to begin with. He somehow proved his worth and was released. Yet he does not recall if any of his other clan mates had escaped or chooses to keep it a secret, or if he had any with him to begin with. I contemplate on Coyotl's friends and his striking resemblance with my mother. She too was in the same manner, jolly in the face of war, eager to fight, her hair stained red from all the battles. Most if not all my skills in fighting came from her. Like Cītlalli, looked down on her as a female warrior though she never reached tlacateccatl. The way she danced with the blade confuses the enemies as Quetzal confuses his. Though unlike his friend her hair was like the woven silk as yellow as corn from beyond the great sea. I went down the stairs grabbing a shirt and pants on the way down. I opened the door and the first to come in was the Cītlalli. Right after, Coyotl comes toddling after patting my shoulder as he came in with his elbow.

Well, after we all had settled the table with movements some would think we were dancing. Throwing up spoons and forks onto the table. The plates were thrown high by the girl general and quickly caught by the Coyotl. I threw the fruits up as well and the Citlalli sliced them up. Landing on the plates. Evenly distributed. Coyotl then placed all of the food on the table. Then proceeded to get large portions once again. Me and Cītlalli hid a laugh. We both sit down and begin to talk about the day. We brought up the problems with the other general's plans as well as our own. Defending well-sounded plans. I brought up the problems with the defenses and we tried to adjust the limited resources we have. Coyotl discussed the insights from the generals about the resources they were able to collect. However, as we discussed the many plans and budgets we began to shift toward the fun times. We brought up how Coyotl had placed enough soldiers on the wrong side, leaving a big opening from the "front" of all places. I brought up how I accidentally bought the wrong resource in bulk. I got out of it though when it turns out a storage that had all of the similar resources we kept got destroyed, like all of it. So I essentially saved the colony. All three began to laugh so hard, you can assume they were mad. Out of all of this day, Quetzal began to smile as wide as he could.

After our little festivities, we decided to sleep there for the night. We carried our tired bodies up the house until the very top. There, beds as soft as the clouds, instruments powered by water creating serene sounds but no roof over. There we can only see the moon above and its many neighboors. Here we rested close to each other. Coyotl lept into the beds and slept in an instant. Cītlalli convened to me however, whispering as she gazed at the sky while lying in hers. She wondered on how much time we will share. That war makes anything uncertain that they may be there still. She tells me how much she loved being with us. She wanted it to stay. She wanted me to stay. She then told me one thing that a tlacochcalcatl must never do. Take a step back. I told her that I cannot for it is my duty. To my tribe, to my father, to my mother. I smiled and said even to her. She did not. She stared callously to my eyes. Its as if she penetrated my very soul, a wound cut deeper than any weapon I've seen. Right after, she simply turned and slept.

For a while now, my only friends were Cītlalli and the Coyotl. The whole army looks to them like one of the many great warriors despite their backgrounds. How my friend Cītlalli appears right behind the enemy lines like a real ghost. How my friend, Coyotl, takes on huge rows of enemies by himself with his great sword. And even with their discontentment, I have contributed to great victories from impossible odds. I had led the charge to reclaim the forest of the river by sending flaming wheelbarrows into it. Effectively removing the hidden enemies from the forest and into open land. I had a lot of lectures from that day. We'd capture so much of them yet I have never seen a prison for them in this village. We had made wonderful plays right after. With effects that can trick the most skeptical amongst us to believe. The story however is a battle between two people, one is restrained with some ways to hinder movement. The other one is allowed to move freely. One was held right before the feast and speech of our tlatoani. Each time the ending is shown with the fake blood seeping into the dirt. The ground begins to shine, flickering wildly.