As I bushwacked through the dense terrain high in the Andes, I came upon a clear trail that led north to a snowy field. I noticed a distinct snow sculpture ahead of me. I began to take in her harmonious aura. She spoke softly to me. I eagerly continued on my journey through the snowy field in hopes to discover why such a Venus was mounted there and where she had come from. I called her Annie the Aztec, for she reminded me of that particular tribe and culture. As I approached the crest of the mountain, I looked for some sort of temple. I was praying that the rain God, Tlalc, stayed far away, so that my special friend would not be destroyed. I revolved to the left and noticed a large golden pyramid glaring directly into my eyes. It was like a magnetic force, trying to pull me in. As I advanced, I was greeted by the Aztec God of war and symbol of the sun. His name was Huitzilopochtli. He seemed to be a very important God of the tribe as he portrayed to me his daily duties. I quickly became uncomfortable as he shouted that he uses his weapon of sunlight to drive all of the creatures of darkness, including the stars and moon from the sky. He continued to share that every evening his body dies as the creatures of darkness return. His voice rose as he bestowed that for the next day's fight he of course needed all of his strength back which meant he must diet on human blood. He immediately clutched me. My reflexes weaved me away faster than a bolt of lightening. I miraculously stumbled upon a secret road in Arequipa. I accelerated down to the bottom quicker than I had ever imagined I could. The next train was coming. I had to warn all of the other townspeople. I was going to need some assistance to notify the fourty trains that were expected, so I grabbed the carving tool off of the platform Annie was on and cut her free at last. I watched intensely as she immediately turned shades of astonishing terra cotta tones, peaches, and luscious shades of red. She wiggled off her base, gliding smoothly down the mountain. She was subsequently fully prepared for the mission. She and I saved over four hundred people that day. The mountain shook for hours from every angry and hungry bone in Huitzilopochtli's body.
~Written by Jennifer Alfia
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