A Spanish lord sat atop his horse, trotting through newly found lands that he and his comrades had discovered. As his horse trudged through marshlands, he spotted a city in the distance.
He consulted his navigator, “what is that place?”
The navigator retrieved his map and looked at it, “that is Tenochtitlán, my lord, home to the Aztec’s.”
“We will need somewhere to stay, we will head for the city,” he replied.

The Spanish explorers rode into the city and noticed it was deserted. The entire population seemed to be gathered around a giant building, very similar to the pyramids of Egypt.
They dismounted their horses and walked to the back of the crowd.
“These blasphemous enemies of our will pay,” a voice could be heard in the distance, coming from the top of the pyramid. “They will make a great sacrifice to Huitzilopochtli,” they were surprised to hear the voice was speaking English.
They saw the man who had been talking hold something in the air. The crowd burst into a roar of cheers. Something started rolling down the steps, which led to the top of the pyramid.
“What is that?” the Spanish lord asked one of his companions.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “let’s move up for a better look.”
The Spanish group pushed their way to the front of the crowd. From there they had a much better view.
He looked to the bottom of the stairs. Lying in the dirt was a dead body. It had a large wound in it chest that was covered in dirt and blood.
The Spanish people could do nothing but stare, horrified.
That same voice boomed again and another victim was brought to him and held down on a stone table.
“Another sacrifice for our God,” he shouted.
The crowed began to roar again as he raised a dagged in the air. He brought it down quickly, embedding it in the victim’s chest. Blood sprayed out of the wound and dripped out of his mouth.
“The God’s are hungry,” he shouted again, making the incision deeper in the man’s chest. He threw the knife away and thrust his hand inside the wound. After moments of struggle he pulled his bloody hand out, clutching a heart.
The dead body was thrown down the steps and the heart was placed on a shrine with several others, a token to the Gods.
“Now,” the executioner bellowed, “we are in need of more sacrificial material,” he looked down at the group of oddities clustered at the bottom of the steps.
“Bring them to me,” he shouted, pointing at them.
Everyone in the crowd turned and grabbed the Spanish people, the next sacrifice.