Huathamoch watched over the small village, thriving but still small. The village was already larger than it had been just a few months ago, and if it countiued like this the poeple would need to make new villages, there was simply not enough farmland here.
It had probobly not been the smartest place to put up the village, but the long march had made the poeple angry. They had been fighting against wild animals and other tribes on their way to the promised land. Huathamoch did still belive that they would later need to move on to find the promised land, but there was a lot of poeple that had left the old belives. There was currently more non-belivers than belivers, and the non-belivers had take control of the tribe.
Huathamoch could trace his familiy back to the great god of creation, his father had been the leader of the tribe, until they where raided. After the raid where they lost most of their food and many men died his father had been dishonored and his uncle, the leader of the non-belivers had seized control of the tribe and exectued Huathamochs father.
Huathamoc turned away from the village and started to walk down from the small hill he had been standing on, carefully watching his step. Suddently he felt like his head was about to explode.
"HUATHAMOCH!" Huathamoch fell to the ground holding his hands over his ears.
"HUATHAMOCH! WHY HAVE YOU BETRAYED ME?" Still under great pain Huathamoch tried to raise, just to fall again.
"HUATHAMOCH! ANSWER ME!" The pain had lessened but the voice still boomed in his head "Betrayed you?" He stottered.
"YOU HAVE BETRAYED THE MISSION I GAVE YOUR FAMILIY, THE MISSION THAT I GAVE TO YOUR FOREFATHER, THe MISSION THAT I GAVE TO YOUR FATHER! THE MISSION TO LEAD THE POEPLE NORTH, INTO THE HOLY LAND!" Huathamoch was confused, his father had never told anything about a mission. "I didn't kn...."
"YOU DIDN'T WHAT? YOU WILL HAVE TO TAKE YOUR POEPLE NORTH, I WILL LEAD YOU, DO NOT STOP UNTIL I GAVE YOU A SIGN!"
The voice dissapered and Huathamoch slowly stood up, shakeing his head before walking down the hill and into the village.
25 years later
It had been a hard march for the few poeple that Huathamoch had mananged to bring with him, the only thing that had stopped him from giveing up was the help from the Gods. He was getting older now and he knew that if he didn't reach the holy land, the promised land, soon he would never get to see it. Climbing over a small cliff a great bird appeared in front of him, marked with the golden sun of the Gods. "The sign!" He thought, and started to follow the bird into what seemed like solid mountain, right before the mountain the bird turned left and a started to follow the mountain side until it suddently dissapered. When reaching the place where the bird had dissapered he saw a cave, placed on such a place you needed to be close to see it. He followed the the cave until he stood in what seemed like a great bowl between the mountains, waterfalls came from the highest of them into a great lake and it was trees and flower all over.
"HERE IS THE PROMISED LAND, FROM HERE YOUR POEPLE WILL BE THE MIGHTIES OF ALL POEPLE!"
3 days later Huathamoch was dead, but his poeple had reached the promised land ad had started to build a village, that would later turn into a city. And from this place the poeple, later known as the poeple of Andes, spread to all corners of the world.
OOC: Omg, way to long since I've been writing a story in english, hopefully it will improve, but now poeple at least know a little about my poeples history and religion
