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Acting on a mere hunch she would later describe as an "itch" in her head, Esperanza followed signs that were too faint to be called tracks, up and up the mountains. She was carried by her anger, far past the point where she should have turned back. She had heard tales of ruins up in the mountains, tales the villagers would never share with outsiders — but Esperanza, strange as she was, shared links of Indian blood with them. She thought the boy might have decided to hide in the ruins until the corporate mercenaries were long gone. | Acting on a mere hunch she would later describe as an "itch" in her head, Esperanza followed signs that were too faint to be called tracks, up and up the mountains. She was carried by her anger, far past the point where she should have turned back. She had heard tales of ruins up in the mountains, tales the villagers would never share with outsiders — but Esperanza, strange as she was, shared links of Indian blood with them. She thought the boy might have decided to hide in the ruins until the corporate mercenaries were long gone. | ||
| − | She finally reached the ruins just past sundown, in a locked valley craddled high in the mountains, and had to hunker down for the night rather than risk injury in the dark. Several times that night she thought she heard strange sounds and voices, but every time she awoke in a sweat despite the cold, she was unable to find any sign of what had woken her. At last, the sun broke over the edge of the eastern valley wall and revealed Esperanza's surroundings. It seemed to her as if, at the touch of the sun, every stone started singing in a separate voice. The sun's rays brushed the only structure still half-standing, a | + | She finally reached the ruins just past sundown, in a locked valley craddled high in the mountains, and had to hunker down for the night rather than risk injury in the dark. Several times that night she thought she heard strange sounds and voices, but every time she awoke in a sweat despite the cold, she was unable to find any sign of what had woken her. At last, the sun broke over the edge of the eastern valley wall and revealed Esperanza's surroundings. It seemed to her as if, at the touch of the sun, every stone started singing in a separate voice. The sun's rays brushed the only structure still half-standing, a temple atop a set of badly damaged stairs. Esperanza rose, almost hypnotized, and approached the steps leading to the temple. She climbed over the cracked stones, past the wild encroaching growth, to the altar at the top. |
As she reached the summit, blood from her scratched and cut hands dripped in the [[Wikipedia:Chacmool|chacmool]]. A blinding light flooded the altar platform, and Esperanza felt her consciousness almost ripped from her body. In a single moment at once of perfect understanding and utter chaos, she felt herself change. She claims that she learned then that she was the avatar of Cihuacoatl, the Aztec goddess whose cry announces war. According to her, Quetzalcoatl himself spoke to her and told her was entrusting her with a weapon he had wrested from Tezcatlipoca, god of night, temptation and war. | As she reached the summit, blood from her scratched and cut hands dripped in the [[Wikipedia:Chacmool|chacmool]]. A blinding light flooded the altar platform, and Esperanza felt her consciousness almost ripped from her body. In a single moment at once of perfect understanding and utter chaos, she felt herself change. She claims that she learned then that she was the avatar of Cihuacoatl, the Aztec goddess whose cry announces war. According to her, Quetzalcoatl himself spoke to her and told her was entrusting her with a weapon he had wrested from Tezcatlipoca, god of night, temptation and war. | ||
