My Life & Trial: Chapter 2

[Khaos King]

The villagers kneel before me and celebrate the child's miraculous recovery, I am celebrated as men and women shout for a feast.

They do not even bother to ask if i will stay as the men run to the forest for their hunt. The women begin to light fires for the coming feast, the village children pull on my robes as they laugh and run around me playing among each other.

I watch the women bring wooden tables as they place bowls of fruits and vegetables. They bring a large tree stomp asking me to sit.

Woman: please rest your feet, Tlacotle (Lord).

There is no lead for i will not be staying.

I grow annoyed at the attention as i walk out, these people wish me to be something i am not. i cannot save nor help them.

As i head toward the forest i am stopped by the hands of a small child who pulls my hand.

Child: please do not go.

I turn to look at him as he pleads at me the only way he knows how with the emotions and the innocent expression on his face.

Very well, i will stay the night.

I take my seat as the villagers bring me bowls of fruit and begin to play their flutes and drums in front of their fires. I listen to their stories forgetting how long the hunters had been gone as times passes by when they return bringing, Rabbit, fish, duck and a large deer.

They attribute their success to me although i played no part in their hunt.

*It was a good Hunt! * *yeeyeehaa!*

I watch as one of the Hunters cuts off the heart of the deer and comes toward me offering the deer heart. I look at the villagers and realize that it is their custom, i take the heart and bite into it as they shout in response and celebrate.

I watch the women skin and descale the animals that were brought to the village. I return my attention to those near the fire who continue to tell stories.. Something draws my attention, i feel as if we are being watched from the forest forcing me to stare back looking for what it could be.

I ignore it as the celebration continues the Hunters ask me if i can help them against the other tribes and use my magics to fight them or bring peace..

I do not know what i can do for your people.
I go to the city, if i can i will try to bring back your people.
But i cannot promise you anything.


The villagers begin to feast through out the night and periodically i stop to look at the forest as if something is calling me or coming for me. Suddenly out of nowhere shouting warriors come pouring out of the forest the village men run for their weapons to fend them off.


The warriors come fully armed with quilted cotton vest, shields, obsidian sword clubs and daggers, some of them wearing Jaguar skin. the women and children along with their elders run to the forest to hide while the young hunters stay and fight.

the hunters have no advantage having been taken by surprise yet they refuse to surrender. One of the warriors comes at me as he smiles with his sword club and shield.

Warrior: Our High Priest wishes to see you, stranger.
He did not say in what condition you should be.

He runs in swinging aiming for my extremities i jump back avoiding the jagged. I run toward him having no other recourse as he swings I grab his arm flipping him over as he falls on his back disarming him of his sword club. He doesnt give up as he kicks me in the stomach pushing me rising to his feet he tackles me to the ground knocking the wind from me as i gasp for air. He lifts his shield with both hands as he prepares to slam it down to my head, in desperation i reach for his obsidian dagger around his waist and stab him beneath the chin.

He drops his shield as he gargles and grips his throat as he bleeds out, i push him off me as he falls over and dies. I reach for his sword club and shield as I run to help the villager hunters against our shared enemy. The Warriors too busy with their blood lust do not notice me approaching from behind as they fight against the hunters. I swing down the sword club as the obsidian shards cuts into their backs exposing their spines as i also slash their heads nearly decapitating them.

The Warriors turn to me to avenge their fellow warriors as they surround me. I fight them off as i cut through many of them, although a man of peace i was trained as a warrior born of warriors.

I fight for a purpose as i slash at their chest kicking their shields while side stepping their attacks and countering. I let my rage out on these warriors emotions that i try to bury with no success but today, i let them free with no remorse.

As i fight i hear screams of children and women coming from the forest, I become distracted as i ma struck from behind with a shield. I fall to the ground as darkness consumes me, the last thing i hear is screams of agony and the cries of children.

I wake sometime later my arms tied to a large thick branch, as i look in front of me i see we have been tied to one another, i feel rope around my neck. One of the Warriors leans toward me as he speaks..

Warrior: you have killed many of my brothers, stranger.
Now i take the women and children along with the men as trade.

We are forced to our feet as we are forced to walk into the forest. The women ask me why i cannot save them and curse me for my failure to save them, they spit on me.

The children walking beside us as we march through the forest. we rest for only short periods of time, i watch in silence as i try to find a way to escape realizing any attempt would result leaving behind the villagers and most importantly the children.

I watch as a couple of hunters break their bonds only to be killed in their bid for freedom. If ever i was a god i would ask for the power to kills these men but the power is buried and forgotten along with my memories, this thought alone saddens me even more.

The following day after hours of marching we exit the forest and come upon a large dry hill and in the distance like a gleaming pearl in the middle of a lake lies the City of the Gods. Long bridges leading out from the city to the lake shore as we tucked forward by our ropes by the warriors of this city.

[Khaos King]

As we walk on the bridge various traders move aside and allow the warriors through, i look to the lake and see small canoes as fishermen fish and cast their nets. The bridge comes to a sudden end as a gap appears in the middle of the bridge as men from the other side bring down the bridge so that we may cross. Two men standing atop the city gate blow their conch horns, I feel the eyes of the city dwellers upon my face as we are walked through the city gates and into the market place, people shouting and bidding for foods and fanciful items.

I stop to look around and see a man hammering metal of gold, silver and copper only to be pushed by one of the guards to keep on moving, We are taken to the Royal Palace at the far end of the city passing other large temples and the gathering crowds. I have wanted to come here as a free man looking for answers instead i am brought as a slave and prisoner.

The warrior had mention his priest and god could it be that the gods do dwell here? We are taken to an underground chamber beneath the palace torches lit as we are placed in dark rooms and locked behind wooden doors with guards on the other side.

Hours go by as the women and children cry while the men mutter among each other on how to escape. I listen to them only to be interrupted by an earthquake the ground rumbling which scares those around me. The Chamber door opens as a man in fine feathered cloak, cotton robes and gold/copper chest piece enters bringing with him guards and torches, He points at me.

"Him, bring him. They wish to see him."

My fellow prisoners watch as i am taken away carried by each arm and dragged by the guards. I am taken to the main palace chamber and thrown on the floor in front of the Royal Family and the High Priest Cult. They stare at me as i rise to my feet and return their gaze.

The Emperor leans forward from his throne as he inspects me, his Empress holding his hand as they both speak.

Emperor: you are a strange man, no doubt.

Empress He doesnt look like a much.
look at his clothing, he thinks he is royalty.

she laughs at my expense as i give her a disapproving look, the High Priest steps forward to speak to his Emperor and Empress.

High Priest: this is the man in my dream vision, that our lord wished for us to bring here.

Empress: My mother told me stories of you when i was a child, said she traveled to your village when you were born, Is this you or is there another?

I look at her as i answer.

Many came to see me when i was born including the Royal Family.

Emperor: whoever or whatever you are stranger we have been instructed by the gods to keep you here, you can be a guest or a prisoner. It is up to you what will it be?

I would be free as well as those that are being held prisoners.

Emperor: They will be our honored guest and treated as royalty till the gods tell us why you are here.

your warriors have killed many men when they came for me, they did not need to kill, i would have come if asked.

Empress: Our warriors can sometimes be too enthusiastic in their course of their duty.

High Priest: Those were not their orders they will be dealt with.

The Emperor and his Wife rise accompanied by their guards as they approach me and guide me through their palace and their gardens.

They walk me to their balcony and point at their aqueducts taking pride in their construction as it brings fresh water from the far away hills to their terrace for their garden and baths.

Emperor: perhaps you would enjoy a bath and clean clothing.

Empress: after your bath we would walk you through our city if you wish.

They take me to my own room with a bathing pool filled with hot water and flower petals, in a bowl a large sappy substance derived from the copalxocotl (soap tree) is placed around the rim of the bathing pool.

The emperor and his people leave me to be attended by a handful of his female servants, As they disrobe me and take my garments for cleaning. I step into the pool as the women put the sap on my hair lathering it up. I feel uncomfortable at this treatment as they use fiber clothes to wash me.


One of the women brings an obsidian knife and sea shell tweezers for the removal my beard to which i immediately grab her wrist to keep her from touching my face with her items..


I am sorry Tlacotle (Lord)... i did not wish to offend you.

you have not, i wish to keep my beard.
I think i am clean enough, i would like some clothes please.

As i speak three young women approach bringing me towels, cotton robes and gold and copper armor. I take the towels as i dry off, the women hurry to help me dress and tie my armor. As my hair dries one of the women sits me down on the stone fur covered throne as she braids my hair into pigtails.

Fully dressed they place a gold helm with a large eagle peak over hanging, the back covered with large feathers. One of the women takes my seashell necklace made by my mother and fastens it around my neck.

They smile as they kneel before me and slowly rise.