Story of a Mexica Warrior
The tears rolled off Chalcuchima's cheeks as he sat atop a great
mountain surrounded by his fallen comrades. Vanquished by the Spaniards,
Chalcuchima, the dauntless Aztec Warrior, was the only one to survive the
As he sat amidst lifeless heroes scattered like slaughtered
sheep, the moon blew mournful clouds over the valley, Huitzilopochtli, the
divine Aztec deity, wept tears of rain across the lost
Anguish and guilt cloaked Chalcuchima's heart. He believed
his to be forever blacked. The only way to cleanse it would be to cut it out
and offer it to the sacred ones as a source of sanctimonious survival.
Restless and ridden with guilt, He pulled his dagger from its
Just as he was about to drive the blade into his chest, the
rain ceased and the clouds parted to reveal a brilliant light. Chalcuchima
blinked furiously, his hands before his face. From the light a fierce Aztec
Warrior appeared and descended gripping a treacherous plumed
Clothed in a ceremonial robe, his eyes were orbs of fire, his
feet dazzling crystal, his voice the roar of a waterfall. His faced blazed
like the sun at noonday.
Chalcuchima fell down at his feet as though
dead, but the hallowed warrior laid his hands upon him and said, "Do not be
afraid, I am the river of life, the river of life, the God who has guided the
Mexica through catastrophe and prosperity," Chalcuchima wept, for he thought
he was dead and unworthy to enter the gates of eternity.
entity looks puzzled and said, "Valiant warrior, why do you weep?" The
exhausted warrior looked up to see the concerned deity and said, "I am not
worthy to be in your presence, I failed to fulfill my destiny," "You have
failed nothing my foolish friend," replied Huitzilopochtli. "Then why is my
heart poisoned with guilt?" Asked the confused young soldier.
a foolish young man who has inherited the beliefs and values of your father
and his fathers. You did not fail some fatuous destiny. You survived to face
your destiny," Said the benevolent God. "But my destiny was to die with my
brothers," replied the warrior.
"Chalcuchima, I have the keys to the
temple of death!" Lashed out the spirit. "Make no mistake my friend. Your
destiny is not set to one path, it is a mystery. It's a path that you must
seek out," the wise spirit sounded. "I have no family, no friends and no home.
Is it not my destiny to fight for the Mexica?" Asked Chalcuchima.
Mexica will fall Chalcuchima. That is their destiny, but the spirit of the
Aztec people will live on. My friend, find yourself a home and begin a family.
Go down the mountain and inherit the wind."
"What does that mean, my
God?" Questioned the warrior. "Your destiny is like the wind, it can go in any
direction. Inherit the wind, Chalcuchima. Inherit the wind!" Thundered the
God, with that the glorious spirit ascended into the clouds and disappeared
with a bright light that became the sun.
Chalcuchima, the great Aztec
Warrior seeking his true destiny, began the long journey down the
mountain, following the path of the northern wind... - Anonymous