Mexico was in the middle of a Revolution against President Porfirio Diaz. For thirty years Diaz reigned over Mexico like a dictator with firm control over the state. It was in 1910 when he decided to go for a seventh term as President of Mexico. That was his last term, because of the dissatisfaction with his polices led to a revolution under the leadership of Francisco Madero. Madero led the Antireeleccionistas who were out to over throw Diaz. It is now the year 1914 another war has broken out in Europe and is spreading fast across the globe.
A neutral man named Miguel Andino who wanted nothing to do with this revolution or support Diaz. He enjoyed the outdoors regardless of his responsibilities and job. Although the revolution made Mexico a dangerous place he did not care. Each week after days of work he wandered the countryside outside of Mexico city. Miguel would go up to this mysterious mountains for the weekends. One trip up to the mountains was different for him yet he did not know it yet. While climbing the slope he came across a strange looking tomahawk. Thinking some Native left it there Miguel picked it up and began searching for the person who it belonged to. As he searched along the slope some voice called out to him.
"Miguel Andino you have something of mine." the voice said to him from behind. Miguel turned around to see no one there. He did here shooting going on forcing him to rush back home. When he returned home with the tomahawk Miguel sat down in his house still holding the tomahawk. He heard the voice once more.
"Miguel Andino you have something of mine." The hairs on the back of his head rose up, goose bumps covered his body, and Miguel jumped out of his chair.
"Who, who are you and how did you get into my house?" He demanded in a scared voice. He looked around the house seeing no one was there until a figure emerged from the shadow. This figure wore strange Aztec garb, but did not look human at all. He was in a squatting stance and had his arms on his hips. His head looked more a mask you'd see in a museum.
"I am the rain god Tlaloc. You are Miguel Andino the lazy shit who stole my weapon. That Tomahawk right there is mine. Hand it over purveyor." Tlaloc demanded stretching out a hand.
"And if I don't" Miguel asked gripping the weapon with two hands. He wasn't a violent person but this Tlaloc hombre had intruded his home and was demanding something he found fair a square. Miguel lived by a finder's keepers, you snooze you lose kind of lifestyle.
"Well your house will be flooded and you will drown only you are not welcome in my Paradise." Tlaloc stated with a big smile. This little figure who claimed to be Tlaloc the Rain God gestured with his fingers to hand over the Tomahawk. Miguel hesitated for a for moments before deciding to give this tomahawk to the strange creature.
"Okay if you are really who you say you are prove it, senior!" Miguel demanded.
"You people have forgotten?" Tlaloc shouted in disbelief.
"Forgotten what?" Miguel asked not understanding why he was asking such a question.
"Your people the Aztecs worshipped me and other gods for centuries before we went into hiding and slumber." This Tlaloc explained to Miguel.
"Wait, wait, you are a deity a god of the Aztec? That can't be that is too absurd this is a Catholic Nation." Miguel declared feeling more braver as each moment passed that his intruder did not kill him.
"Looks like I'll have to drown another non believer." Tlaloc said as he began to leave Miguel's house.
"Yeah that's right leave you tramp, bum, you , you loco bastard!" Miguel shouted after the Tlaloc character whom he believed was an insane person.
Tlaloc flicked his hand and rain started to drop from the ceiling. Miguel could not believe his own eyes was there a leak in the roof? It was not even raining how was this possible. He looked at the Tlaloc figure who stood with his arms folded with his gaze on him. What did this thing want now? Acting fast Miguel opened the windows and grabbed a cub and tried throwing the water outside.
"It has been six hundred years since we last spoke to the Aztecs, Mayans and all those peoples of what you call Mexico. You are a non believer and must perish for you insolence and stealing my tomahawk." Tlaloc flew past him causing the windows to shut with the rain still pouring down inside Miguel's house. Poor Miguel was left inside his own house to drown in the water that flooded his house.
A neutral man named Miguel Andino who wanted nothing to do with this revolution or support Diaz. He enjoyed the outdoors regardless of his responsibilities and job. Although the revolution made Mexico a dangerous place he did not care. Each week after days of work he wandered the countryside outside of Mexico city. Miguel would go up to this mysterious mountains for the weekends. One trip up to the mountains was different for him yet he did not know it yet. While climbing the slope he came across a strange looking tomahawk. Thinking some Native left it there Miguel picked it up and began searching for the person who it belonged to. As he searched along the slope some voice called out to him.
"Miguel Andino you have something of mine." the voice said to him from behind. Miguel turned around to see no one there. He did here shooting going on forcing him to rush back home. When he returned home with the tomahawk Miguel sat down in his house still holding the tomahawk. He heard the voice once more.
"Miguel Andino you have something of mine." The hairs on the back of his head rose up, goose bumps covered his body, and Miguel jumped out of his chair.
"Who, who are you and how did you get into my house?" He demanded in a scared voice. He looked around the house seeing no one was there until a figure emerged from the shadow. This figure wore strange Aztec garb, but did not look human at all. He was in a squatting stance and had his arms on his hips. His head looked more a mask you'd see in a museum.
"I am the rain god Tlaloc. You are Miguel Andino the lazy shit who stole my weapon. That Tomahawk right there is mine. Hand it over purveyor." Tlaloc demanded stretching out a hand.
"And if I don't" Miguel asked gripping the weapon with two hands. He wasn't a violent person but this Tlaloc hombre had intruded his home and was demanding something he found fair a square. Miguel lived by a finder's keepers, you snooze you lose kind of lifestyle.
"Well your house will be flooded and you will drown only you are not welcome in my Paradise." Tlaloc stated with a big smile. This little figure who claimed to be Tlaloc the Rain God gestured with his fingers to hand over the Tomahawk. Miguel hesitated for a for moments before deciding to give this tomahawk to the strange creature.
"Okay if you are really who you say you are prove it, senior!" Miguel demanded.
"You people have forgotten?" Tlaloc shouted in disbelief.
"Forgotten what?" Miguel asked not understanding why he was asking such a question.
"Your people the Aztecs worshipped me and other gods for centuries before we went into hiding and slumber." This Tlaloc explained to Miguel.
"Wait, wait, you are a deity a god of the Aztec? That can't be that is too absurd this is a Catholic Nation." Miguel declared feeling more braver as each moment passed that his intruder did not kill him.
"Looks like I'll have to drown another non believer." Tlaloc said as he began to leave Miguel's house.
"Yeah that's right leave you tramp, bum, you , you loco bastard!" Miguel shouted after the Tlaloc character whom he believed was an insane person.
Tlaloc flicked his hand and rain started to drop from the ceiling. Miguel could not believe his own eyes was there a leak in the roof? It was not even raining how was this possible. He looked at the Tlaloc figure who stood with his arms folded with his gaze on him. What did this thing want now? Acting fast Miguel opened the windows and grabbed a cub and tried throwing the water outside.
"It has been six hundred years since we last spoke to the Aztecs, Mayans and all those peoples of what you call Mexico. You are a non believer and must perish for you insolence and stealing my tomahawk." Tlaloc flew past him causing the windows to shut with the rain still pouring down inside Miguel's house. Poor Miguel was left inside his own house to drown in the water that flooded his house.
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