A/N: Okay, here's the preface of my new story. Things will start off slow, but then they'll pick up. There going to be more new characters here and there, but you'll soon catch on. Enjoy!


Preface

"It's such a miserable day, hard to believe our leader Tlacelel is gone…" Headdress cradled in the crook of his right arm, the fifteen year old said in a low voice to the solider next to him. At first he was ecstatic that he will soon coming home to be reunited with his family and his girlfriend, and then be able to eat her delicious home-cooked meals, and be able to sleep in a warm bed in a warm house…

That was, until the leader of their rebellion suddenly died two weeks ago…

"We shouldn't be speaking of such things right now; we must continue to show our respect to Tlacelel. After all, he was the one who recruited us after our Goddess abandoned us…" The warrior replied in a low voice, his icy blue eyes didn't even bother to look back at his friend.

He was known for his captivating stare. Many girls his age constantly say that his eyes were like stars, but his gaze was intense. Like a wolf's stare when he was ready to jump on his prey.

"But what worries me, Cuetlachti, is who will become our next leader? After all, every leader must have a second-in-command during his absence." The warrior next to Cuetlachti was a brunet, very tall, with broad shoulders and a slightly wide nose. His skin was tan, but it was a shade lighter than his comrade's.

Cuetlachti was a few inches shorter than his friend but he was tall. His hair was a blue-black color, and it stopped at his collarbone, slightly curled at the ends. His skin was tan from all his previous years of training in the hot sun. His eyes glazed over to find a familiar figure mounted atop of a steed leading the small crowd.

"Maybe his sister will become out new leader…" Cuetlachti shot him a look of disgust.

"But Tlacelel's sister is only thirteen! It would be a heavy responsibility to accept. He didn't become our leader till he was eighteen, and I find it hard to believe that she'll miraculously get over the death of a man who took her under his wing after all these years. " Cuetlachti replied to his tall friend.

"Mm-hmm, even if they weren't related, the two shared a very powerful brother and sister bond. The poor girl, Wolf…" Wolf was Cuetlachti's nickname. In truth, Cuetlachti's name actually meant wolf.

"What surprises me is that she hasn't shed a single tear throughout the funeral process, she just kept her head up through the ceremony. She must be a strong young woman…I cried numerous times." The brunet admitted sheepishly. Wolf's friend was the Warrior of Lionet or lion cub. He was also called Ban.

Fat, heavy rain drops splattered onto the dirt road. Slowly at first, then it just continued to rain harder. Wolf looked out into the grey sky, blinking frequently because the rain kept getting into his eyes. The rims of his eyes were red because he was up crying last night. Wolf had to admit it, he too, cried. But he never cried in public, he had a reputation to uphold. Just like Tlanextli, who not only had to maintain a reputation as the sister of Tlacelel, but also to prove that she too, can fight as well as a man.

Wolf turned around to see Tlanextli on her horse, her head lowered as the rain continued to pour. She was still trying her hardest not to cry. She wore her brother's extravagant cape and feathered headdress, for he was the warrior of eagle and she was trying to pay respect for her brother. How could someone not cry for more than two weeks if the person that died was their brother?

"Tlanextli, you are able to cry now… everyone is mourning the loss of your brother, even the skies weep for your lost. It doesn't matter now, because the rain will take pity on you and camouflage your salty tears into their own tears…" And even though he cried himself out last night, a tear escaped out of the corner of his eye. It combined itself with the raindrops and both fell into the ground, turning the dirt road into mud.

Not one of them said a word to each other all the way home after that discussion.

Tlanextli looked up into the sky and bit her lower lip from letting a shaky sob escape from her chest. After two weeks, she felt as if she were going to burst. Unable to control herself anymore, she let a couple of tears fall from her eyes.

Instead she wept silently for her deceased brother, for he was always there for her when she needed him the most. He was her teacher, her mentor, her idol, her brother in arms, her closest friend, he was the light in her heart… he wasn't her adoptive brother; he was her blood brother…

And once her tears began to escape, she couldn't stop them from falling anymore.


"Sacnite, the Prophetess calls for your assistance." One of the Prophetess's servants ordered the young woman in front of herself.

"Thank you, Io. Tell her I'll be right there…" The young woman, now known as Sacnite told the servant.

Io bowed and quickly scampered back to the Prophetess.

Several minutes later, Sacnite entered the throne room and kneeled in front of a beautiful young woman sitting in the tallest and most extravagant throne. She stood up and gracefully walked down the steps to greet Sacnite.

"You may arise, Sacnite." The young woman spoke in a soft, genteel voice.

Sacnite stood up and bowed. "You called for my assistance, Prophetess Necahual?"

She nodded her head. "Yes I have. Do you know why, Sacnite?"

Sacnite was usually a quiet and polite girl, doing what she was told to do and completing it without any questions. She simply shook her head no.

"I see," The Prophetess walked around the girl and stood in front of a large window that was on the left of the throne room. It held a beautiful view of the horizon, for the palace of the Prophetess was cleverly hidden by outsiders.

"I thought you heard that the freedom fighters' leader passed away a couple of weeks ago, his funeral was today…" The Prophetess's facial expression was emotionless while her pale green eyes continued to watch the sum set.

"That's such terrible news, it was only three years ago you ranked him the leader of the rebellion!" Sacnite couldn't believe what the Prophetess was telling her. Sacnite was present when the Prophetess had ranked Tlacelel as the leader.

"I know, I was in shock as well when Cuetlachti told me the news. But as they say, a sun sets, a new one arises." A small smile passed her lips as the sky began to darken.

"What do you mean?" Sacnite was still a bit confused at what her Prophetess was telling her.

The Prophetess spun around and faced her pupil, her long light blonde hair that reached her hips swayed a bit in the wind. "Sacnite, as my student and loyal apprentice, I have taught you under the guidance of the Prophetess and educated you in many arts and skills. You will help aid the prophecy that is about to come true…"

"B-b-but how?" Sacnite was in shock, somehow this small talk she and the Prophetess were having was revolving around herself!

"You must be patient for what awaits you in the future, Sacnite. Put on your Holy Armor and ask the squires to prepare your horse. At midnight, you will pay the younger sister of Tlacelel a visit, and deliver this note to her yourself." Prophetess Necahual's hands began to grow white hot, and in her hands was a scroll wrapped around a silver ribbon and stamped with the sign of the Prophetess, which was Nike, the sign of victory. The blonde woman handed the scroll to the blue-haired hair.

"You are dismissed, Sacnite. Go, and make your Prophetess proud." The blonde woman dismissed the young girl. Sacnite bowed one last time before exiting the throne room.

The Prophetess returned to the window. "If the vision I had was correct, then the prophecy that was predicted over two hundred years ago by my previous reincarnation is about to come true. We will triumph this time, but not without a bit of help from an old friend…" Prophetess Necahual started out into the starry sky before her, watching a falling star glide though the starry sky.

Over two hundred years ago, her sworn enemy had threatened her the fall of the Aztec empire. And before she could be reincarnated again, the empire fell to its knees. The niggling feeling in her stomach knew that she would once again meet with the enemy that cursed Tenochtitlan.

What she didn't know was that when would the two meet again…


A/N: For the record, I'm not so sure about the story title. But anyway, what do you think? Please review, its nice to get some feedback from other readers. :)