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Chapter 1: From Monte Carlo to Montezuma
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Montezuma was always destined to become a warrior. It was obvious from the way he moved, the way he even laughed. When he got old, it was once sung by the young that:
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the world
The secrets of the world enshrouded him indeed for he was an evil child. You didn’t have to kill to be evil, and so he didn’t, but later he did. It may seem like an odd choice that I have sat down to even describe this man in a mask, but I am almost certain that it will be read.
I have met Montezuma only once. I was at the roots of one of our great pyramids and he came up to me, put his hand on the top of my head. I couldn’t see him, but in that instant, vision be damned, I could sense who stood beside me.
“You stand at my foundation. What makes you crawl up these grand temples?” he asked.
“The steps,” I answered.
He immediately removed his hand from my head.
“You answer me with disgrace.”
“At least I didn’t answer with yours.”
Today, I don’t know why I am still alive. I am not sure if he understood that I mean his grace, but I am sure the great Montezuma was not born on the road of the imbecile. I still stand on the roots of the great pyramids, but they are now covered with nature and so is our great leader. Not one of us mourned his death and no one missed his living. But in a strange way, I’m sure the pyramids did. Pyramids are made of stone and so they could not bleed, could not cry. But they got old, of course, and they would have wanted to grow old with their master, but that, which is not made of stone must exhale its last breath.
I cannot emphasize enough the smallness of my grief. Our leaders have always been strong and the sacrifices have always been fair and righteous - glorious even. But I can’t seem to look past them in the case of Montezuma. We sacrificed to please, to breathe one more breath, to see one more sunset, but I am not sure that he did the same.
He sacrificed to see another sacrifice.
And therein lays the very heart of his evil.
On the shore lay Montezuma
With his coca leaves and pearls
In his halls he often wondered
With the secrets of the world
The secrets of the world enshrouded him indeed for he was an evil child. You didn’t have to kill to be evil, and so he didn’t, but later he did. It may seem like an odd choice that I have sat down to even describe this man in a mask, but I am almost certain that it will be read.
I have met Montezuma only once. I was at the roots of one of our great pyramids and he came up to me, put his hand on the top of my head. I couldn’t see him, but in that instant, vision be damned, I could sense who stood beside me.
“You stand at my foundation. What makes you crawl up these grand temples?” he asked.
“The steps,” I answered.
He immediately removed his hand from my head.
“You answer me with disgrace.”
“At least I didn’t answer with yours.”
Today, I don’t know why I am still alive. I am not sure if he understood that I mean his grace, but I am sure the great Montezuma was not born on the road of the imbecile. I still stand on the roots of the great pyramids, but they are now covered with nature and so is our great leader. Not one of us mourned his death and no one missed his living. But in a strange way, I’m sure the pyramids did. Pyramids are made of stone and so they could not bleed, could not cry. But they got old, of course, and they would have wanted to grow old with their master, but that, which is not made of stone must exhale its last breath.
I cannot emphasize enough the smallness of my grief. Our leaders have always been strong and the sacrifices have always been fair and righteous - glorious even. But I can’t seem to look past them in the case of Montezuma. We sacrificed to please, to breathe one more breath, to see one more sunset, but I am not sure that he did the same.
He sacrificed to see another sacrifice.
And therein lays the very heart of his evil.
Chapter 1 of my 24 chapters piece.
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