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Olrox had never known what it was like to be in need, he was born in a golden cradle into a Pipiltin family, Aztec nobility, he grew up well off, carefree and with the sole goal of following his father's footsteps. His future was clear, he would inherit everything that belonged to his parents and take his place in the government when he grows up.
From the time he was a child he had been taught everything he needed to know about the gods, life, death, people and the world they knew. Each year, he watched the adults feed the gods with sacrifices during the dry seasons, and celebrate the fruits after harvest time. When he was a child, his eyes filled with admiration every time he watched the rain fall, after praying to the gods, but that feeling faded over the years. During his teenage years he began to have doubts about his world, at night his mind tormented him, reminding him how all his days would remain the same, one after the other, until the day he died. Then things may change, there was the promise of seeing a new world after life.
When his father died in battle he took his place as one of the social leaders and soon his communication and negotiation skills made him a recognized member of his own people, but that meant nothing special to him. With maturity, he understood that the best thing he could do was to live as everyone else lived, simply wait for fate to give him what he needed at the moment he needed it, and not draw the attention of the gods in the wrong way, but his secret dreams of seeing new horizons only grew with the years, until everything changed. The coldest time of the year arrived, and with it, the new world Olrox was looking for, arrived at the shores, though it was not exactly what the young man dreamed of.
The new world came with weapons, with new ideas and with gods for which no one was prepared. That was the start of everything, making the next few years the hardest of Olrox life, the arrival of the white man shook everything around him, and he didn't see himself able to hold his own.
After months of instability his small village achieved a strange peace with the foreigners, at least for now, they worked together and taught them things from the new continent, but uncertainty was present every day. Olrox was the first to advocate for peace, he knew that his people were not prepared to fight against the Europeans and the knowledge they brought, and were willing to share with their allies, would be useful to them.
Thing were starting to work out, until that night. It was during a stormy, a shadow entered the hut where Olrox rested, the man did not notice the strange presence until a strong hand clamped over his mouth as it sunk its teeth into his jugular. His heart pounded in his chest, he tried to scramble and escape, but something invisible held his arms and legs, not letting him move. Panic ran through his body, that beast had come for him, to kill him, to eat him. His blood dripped down his neck, staining the bed and enveloping the air in a heavy smell of iron and fear.
Gradually his heart began to relax, his eyes began to close, dizzy and drowsy, his mind started to wander, thinking about how death was finally about to take him, after all those years of thinking about her. His limp body rested on the cot, his heart barely able to pump anymore, he was about to give up when a warm liquid began to stain his lips, as the elixir touched his tongue his body reacted by his own, rising just enough to bite the source of the delicious liquid, drinking it eagerly and anxiously.
You will not die today Olrox- those words registered in his mind as if etched by a sharp knife, the monster spoke his language and knew his name.-
After that, his mind went blank, and he lay there, drenched in his own blood and sweat. He was in so much pain that he fainted and did not regain consciousness until nightfall of the next day, making the whole thing feel like a bad dream. When he woke up everything felt completely different, his senses, his body and even his surroundings felt different. He looked at the small house and saw how everything was in disarray, his bed full of dried blood and the door wide open.
He walked cautiously outside and the sight that greeted him made his heart skip a beat, his entire village had been razed to the ground. Several houses had been reduced to ashes and others were still burning, the streets were bathed in blood, littered with the corpses of his kinsmen and some white men as well. There was no one left alive, only silence.
Olrox felt that it was all nothing but a nightmare, but his heightened senses kept hitting him again and again. The smell of blood around him was driving him mad, he needed to get out of there. He ran into the deepest part of the forest, until he fell down next to some huge rocks, he stayed there curled up, crying because everything that was happening to him felt like a punishment, a punishment for dreaming about change.