Military Advisor: Sire, the Egyptian armies are broken. Ramses surely knows that he faces defeat. We approached Thebes, but were greeted by fire. The Egyptians burn their own libraries rather than surrender them to us.
Montezuma: Then his knowledge is lost to us. Did you discover nothing?
Scientist: The bulk of the Egyptian findings are lost, but we have discovered something. The Egyptian people worship no Gods, but revere nature itself. They experiment with the elements, creating unnatural mixtures. Ramses builds great towers, isolated from his people, where these experiments can be done in safety. We have found some explanation of their methods.
Montezuma: What use was this research to Ramses? How did it help him understand the motion of the stars?
Scientist: It is not clear. We found nothing useful, but the Egyptian scientists may have been close to discovering something.
Montezuma: Then we will continue his work. If this research can provide any guidance to me, I must pursue it.
Scientist: Are you sure this is wise, sire? Some of the experiments do not exactly agree with the teachings of the Gods. Anything we discover may be tainted and unnatural.
Montezuma: The Gods have thus far been silent. If there is some sign, we will cease our research. The Gods created this world. I do not believe it is wrong to study its magnificence. Construct a tower like the Egyptians built, hidden in the hills near Tenochtitlan. Keep this... keep this secret from the priests.
Scientist: As you wish.
Military Advisor: What about Thebes, my lord?
Montezuma: Ramses is defeated. With his libraries burned, we will learn nothing more from him. Leave his lands to the Roman armies. Sue for peace if Ramses will accept.
As the army returns:
Domestic Advisor: My king, the Ottoman and Aztec people alike rejoice for our victorious armies. The streets of Istanbul are filled with parades and celebration!
Montezuma: Our people have every reason to be happy. Our armies are strong and our treasury full. Surely the Gods smile upon us. Leave me, and summon my scientists.
Scientist: You called for me, your highness?
Montezuma: How go your studies in my new tower?
Scientist: Progress is slow, but steady. There is power locked in the minerals of the earth. In time, we might unlock that power.
Montezuma: I have walked daily in the gardens on the lake and searched the skies at night. The Gods offer no signs. Continue your studies, but they must remain a secret for now.
A few days pass:
Military Advisor: The Ottoman army stirs, lord. Its general seeks passage through our lands. I believe they head for Rio De Janiero.
Montezuma: I will not stand in their way this time. The Ottoman people have suffered much of late. Let them enjoy the glory of conquest for a change.
Research continues for several years:
Scientist: Lord Montezuma, we have made a great breakthrough! We have uncovered something new in nature's alchemy.
Montezuma: Show me at once. I have felt distant from the Gods lately. Perhaps this discovery will help me uncover their will.
At the Porcelain Tower:
Scientist: This powder, a delicate mixture of many metals and chemicals, holds great power. A simple application of heat releases that power.
Montezuma: Truly amazing. No sacred scroll mentions this.
Scientist: The scriptures warn that dabbling in alchemy can be dangerous...
Montezuma: Nonsense. Perhaps alchemy holds the secret to this world's salvation. Such warnings are only for those with little faith. What can we do with this powder?
Scientist: We have developed new weaponry that is simple to use. A small amount of powder is used to propel metal fragments long distances.
Montezuma: This will revolutionize our armies. Demonstrate this weapon for me.
Montezuma takes one of these new weapons, surely a sign of a change in his fortunes, and returns to the Oracle.
Oracle: I did not expect you again, Montezuma, but your visit was clear in the stars.
Montezuma: I bring word of a discovery. Surely, we now know what the stars themselves are made of! The Aztec have developed a great mineral whose power is released by fire.
Oracle: Have you not consulted the words of the Gods? Alchemy is forbidden!
Montezuma: Why? What are the Gods afraid of? Are they afraid that man will challenge them with such power? Are they afraid that I may be able to change my fate?
Oracle: You have a choice before you, Montezuma. If you trust in the Gods, discard your new weapons. Erase any mention of alchemy from your libraries. If you do not, you risk the anger of the Gods and this world will surely end.
Montezuma: You lie! The Gods have always planned to end this world, whether I follow their every whim or no. They have always planned to break their promise, to betray me! If nothing can change the will of the Gods, I will do whatever it takes to challenge them and save this world.
Oracle: Blasphemy!
Montezuma: Enough. I do not know why I returned to speak with you. I thought you might be more... helpful. This time, I do not lie. You will not see me again.
Oracle: Do not walk this path, Montezuma! You will personally condemn your entire world, threaten its very existence!
Montezuma: No. I have condemned nothing! All of this is the Gods' doing!
Oracle: You are mad. There is no saving you or your people.
Outside, the guards hear the loud crack of one of Montezuma's new weapons. Soon thereafter, Montezuma emerges from the Oracle's home.
Montezuma: Guards, you are dismissed. No soul shall ever again be mislead by the Oracle's cryptic riddles.
Back at Tenochtitlan:
Domestic Advisor: Sire, our Ottoman subjects wish for greater religious freedoms! They feel oppressed by their Aztec counterparts. They are lucky we allow them to worship their heathen spirits.
Montezuma: No. Every man should have the right to appeal to any power he feels necessary.
Domestic Advisor: Are you feeling well, my lord? This cannot be the will of the Gods!
Montezuma: Perhaps not, but it is my will, and I am your king. Make a decree. No practice will be forbidden in my empire. My subjects are free to worship any entity and study any subject!
High Priest: Montezuma, this is madness! You cannot argue that this is not blasphemy!
Montezuma: Enough. I will not hear this.
High Priest: No! You oppose the word of the Gods themselves!
Montezuma: Their word, their promises, they mean nothing!
High Priest: You cannot be serious...
Montezuma: You and all of your priests are dismissed. I require your services no longer. Where are my scientists?
Head Scientist: I am here, sire.
Montezuma: What progress has been made?
Head Scientist: We have developed a new science of advanced alchemy, my lord. We call it chemistry. We can create new materials the likes of which the world has never seen!
Montezuma: Good. You must continue to make progress. Your projects are of the utmost importance to the empire. Any resource you require shall be provided to you.
That night, Montezuma journeys to the holy mountain one last time. He sits beneath the stars.
Montezuma: Less than a millennium remains, if you have your way. Gods, I accept your challenge. I will mold my own fate and with it, the fate of my people and this entire world. You have hidden great power in this world, perhaps power great enough to rival your own. I will uncover this power by whatever means necessary! You have my word, and unlike you, I will keep it.