Nibiru : Return of the Ancestors

Chapter 1 - Tenoghtitlan

Tenoghtitlan, Capital City of the Aztec Empire, 1521

I had no idea how long I had been running or if it made sense. The only thing I knew is that I could not stop. My legs took me by themselves. Smoke was everywhere, explosion from some fiery stick, which I did not know, but I knew it was dangerous and I had to keep myself away from it. The dead were lying everywhere, whom I kept falling over. Screaming people were all around me, my nation, whom I could not help. I was helpless and felt miserable, although I did not have to. I had to protect my nation, since this was my task, this was my fate. Those who were able to had escaped into the woods or into the temple, but those not fast enough were mercilessly killed by the armored men.

Our temples, these giant pointy buildings, which we were raised for our gods, now might become our graves. Staggering and exhausted, I approached the gate. I was almost at the entrance. I let all those who could go before me, so that I knew they had the chance to survive. Panic and despair everywhere, which slowed down my nation. My people had been living in peace until then, who had devoted their lives to knowledge, life and their gods – to the gods who at the same time were their teachers. 'But where are you, gods?!' I shouted to myself, so loud that it almost drowned the scream of the people. 'Why did you let this happen? This really gets to us? Just like the useless parasites that we kill not to damage our plants?'

I herded the women and children before me, but then I caught sight of him, the founding father of all these horrors. He came slowly like someone who wanted to take a close look at the triumph of his deeds. There was a lustful grin on his face; his face reflected satisfaction. He treaded lightly and complacently, his enormous body glittering, his headpiece covering half of his face, but his ruthless gaze was still easy to see. A woman, whom I knew well, kneeled down before him so as to beg for our lives. It was not hers that was important but the nation's. The massacre kept on around them, heads fell, and women and naked children roused from their sleep tried the impossible – escape.

Viewing from the gate of the temple, at once everything slowed down and became mute. I knew what was to come, but I could not do anything. I stood paralyzed looking at the crouched woman who was pleading to the enormous man, who was just looking at her. He was looking at her as if at an animal, who had been kept for its flesh and could be slaughtered any time. After gathering strength, I realised that the metal man held a huge sharp tool in his hand. I cried out lustily, which was almost a rage. Leaving fear behind I began to confront myself with him and attempt the impossible. I called the woman to flee, but she did not hear me. She did not hear or look at anything, only the big man, whose mouth thinned and eyes bulged. He stepped back with disgust, ruthlessly stabbing his weapon through the kneeling frail woman in front of him.

Fool me, what was I waiting for? Halted by fear, my legs slipped out from under me and fell tremendously, for which the monster looked up. He was interested in a new prey, me. With all my strenght, I tried to get back to our temple, where they were about to shut the gate. Crawling on hands and knees, I tried to stand on my feet, but I fell again, and the monster caught up with me. I felt his piercing gaze on my back, so I turned back and looked straight into his eyes. Lying in the mud, leaning on my hand, we stared daggers with each other. I had to see him before he struck; I did not want to believe this could happen. Even when he was getting closer, I hoped that somebody would come to my rescue. Nothing had happened until he stopped in front of me. I was blinded by a sudden bright light, so I perceived only his rising weapon. Then I closed my eyes and cried out.

'Nooooo!' I shouted out, covering myself with my hand as if it could resist the solid iron blade.

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