I was born in a small village worshiping the winged serpent Quatzacoalt. Our god was good to us. Our harvests are bountiful but one day...

They arrived at night, the jaguars. They prayed to a brutal god Tezcatlipoca. They killed all the men and took away the women and children to sacrifice them to their god.

My mother hid me and it was Athena herself who found me. She scared away the demonic cult but their high priest survived and everything started again as I see.