The Matamoros Clan

PreFace

The winds blew with great force throughout the forest whistling between every swaying tree. Clouds rumbling in the evening sky blocking the sun's light from shining through. The rustling of the dark green leaves muffled the cries of the tlapepentli, the chosen one. Chanting echoed throughout the forest commanding the gods to hear their voices. Figures covered in white cloaks circled the chosen one with hands high in the air reaching for the heavens. Another figure emerged from within the shadows covered in a red cloak. They lifted their hands and the world around them immediately became silent. No more rustling of the leaves, no more chanting, only the cries of the chosen one was heard. A dagger with ancient text from the people of Tenochca was pulled seamlessly out of the cloak pocket and they looked at the tlapepentli with a warm smile. The figure leaned over the body which was held in place by ropes wrapped around a huge boulder, arms and leg spread open. A symbol that their body was ready to be given to the gods. They kissed the tlapepentli and leaned back before striking a blow through their neck. The tlapepentli gasped for breath as blood spewed down their body but couldn't breathe, or make a sound. The chanting continued, erupting from the others surrounding the forest and the winds began their whistling again. The figure can be seen starting to float into the air absorbing energy that is coming from breaking clouds in the sky. because of their loyalty to provide a sacrifice. The cloaked figure whispered a faint but powerful whisper that echoed throughout the forest, so everyone knows that it worked, "ichicahualiz" they said. It is power.