Hello! How's everyone doing? I hope everyone is doing great! I am! :) I'm very happy today in case you can't tell. First off, thanks for all the reviews! I'm so glad I got three! That's crazy! We're almost to 100 chapters everyone! Yay! That's so cool right?! :D Anyways, my poll is still up! In case you recently got out of a coma and decided to read my fanfiction! Or other. I own nothing (except my new professional level Pearl flute!) but you can enjoy the chapter (as I enjoy my new flute!).
PS: sorry the chapter isn't long. I spent too much time on homework and my new baby (flute). I did not have an actual baby. If I mention a baby I'm talking about my new flute.
Third Person/Narrator POV (this hardly ever happens!)
The group of Greek beings weaved through the hallways of Moctezumal's palace, picking up any objects they thought they'd need to reach the outside world. Frankly, they're probably over exaggerating. After all, it only takes a few hours of walking to reach the entrance. And then all you have to do is either press a button or climb a wall.
After all, do you really need a bottomless chest of food to last a few people a couple hours to a day? And a bottomless weapons supply? And a bottomless chest of material items, like pillows and blankets?
As long as they carry their own chests, I suppose it can't be all that bad.
The parade finally reached the doors leading to the village of Tenochtitilan, Moctezumal's city. A few servants with red skin stuck with the group, but most turned around. They walked back into the palace, finding no purpose to return to the surface world after years of living underground. Besides, the tyrant is dead. Why not stay?
Two ex-Aztecs led the caravan down the Main Street, one with brown hair and the other short and plump. The latter gestured extravagantly to her friend, seemingly upset or enthusiastic about something. Possibly both. Her er friend listened quietly, occasionally nodding her head or mumbling agreement.
In the middle was a young girl with auburn hair wearing a ragged dirty silver dress. She was walking alone, for none stood next to her. She was directing about five of the Aztecs that wished to leave their old world behind, and was doing a fine job of that.
In the rear was a young woman with spiky black hair and blue eyes. She was walking with a tall man, whose Raven hair contrasted with his dark green eyes. His shoulders were slumped, as if he was afraid of the wind blowing across his shoulders.
The girl had her head turned away from the man, as if scared or made uncomfortable by his presence. Although how could that be? Mere hours ago they were the best if friends. It would appear nit any more however. Why, I know. But do you know the reason?