The Professor's Diary: Aztec

Prologue

There it was. After what seemed so painfully long, she had finally found it. It was floating so effortlessly, yet bustling with the seemingly endless activity of a beehive. But she knew better. This earth was going to die.

In her mind's eye, she magnified the scene laid before her. To her delight, she was able to witness a close-up view of a second-sun City. It was so lovely. Beautiful diorite and granite gravel paved the streets, withstanding torches about every six yards. The houses were no exception, with wood or stone walls, (depending on your rank) and the odd window for buildings such as the baker, or meat roaster to let out the smoke. Healthy looking fronds covered the tops of the buildings, sheltering the humans from the sun.

It was light out, around midday, and it seemed that the entirety of the town had met at the center meeting place. Just as the rest of the city, it was stunning. Cacao trees taller than a house stood at either side of the courtyard, proudly signifying the sun they were on. In the center, a podium of sorts stood awaiting the king of the village. Yet, the king was nowhere to be found.

This was the moment she was waiting for. She needed to find, "the ones that didn't belong" as the Oracle said before she lost the vision. She scoured the crowd, searching for what seemed to her for an eternity. This city was larger than any she had seen before, and finding a handful of people in this gargantuan village was going to be tricky.

But as she combed through the town, it turned out much easier than she had previously thought. They stuck out like sore thumbs, their skin tones at least ten shades lighter and darker than all the others respectively, and their clothing obviously second-hand, with more tears than she wanted to count.

"Now if I could just see their faces, I could prevent being overshadowed. And I could shove it in that gloating Oracle's face that I WILL be the fifth sun."

As she turned the corner, just before she could see the faces, a servant burst through the doors quite loudly, proving the title of, "Mayote" given to him was well earned.

"TEZCATLIPOCA! TEZCATLIPOCA! Master Tezca?!"

She grimaced as she attempted to keep the vision, trying so desperately to see the people's faces. But it was too late. She cried in outrage as she lost the vision she had needed so desperately to see, her fury turning to her dimwit of a servant.

"Can't you see I'M BUSY?!!?" She cried in frustration and dismay.

"UGHH! What use is this puny race good for? Can't sing, can't sacrifice, and worst of all, can't follow simple instructions. Like not calling me Tezca?! I swear I'm going to slit your throat one of these days..." She mumbled to herself.

"B-but Master, it's the only way you listen-" The servant attempted.

"*Sigh* If it would shut your insufferable mouth, yap away." She stated in the most annoyed tone she could muster.

"Th-The-They said it was urgent..."

Tezcatlipoca turned with a start. Not them. If THEY wanted to see her at this time, it must have been urgent, as the bumbling buffoon had said.

"Fine. Go back to your hut or something, I'll be back soon."

I hope, she thought as she opened the door to leave her meditation room for the first time in three years.