In the dark, looming forests of South America, a powerful leader stood over the labor of his people. He had gone from a common citizen to the most successful dictator the Aztec had ever had. One by one, he conquered civilization after civilization. Everyone feared the name of the great Coatl, but could never stop him. Even the best warriors fell at the feet of the powerful man. In only a few months, he had a full army, all the riches of the land, and every person to control. He put them to work building his shrine, tending to his crops, and working to their full capacity. Anyone that couldn't work anymore would be sent up the Amazon River, never to be seen again. Coatl came from a long line of decedents who were gifted in the ways if magic. He used this power to trap every citizen in his reign and work for him until death. The sacred book of the Aztecs was the key to knowing all things. Many people tried to get their hands on it, but Coatl's army was too strong.
The small village of Coligua suffered the most of all the others. Coatl usually picked his slaves from there, and worked the villagers more than they could bear. Acalan, a young boy, was born into this captivity. He never thought of the negative side to his life, always hoping for a miracle to happen. He resented Coatl as much as anyone else in his control, and prayed for the day he would come crashing down by the hands of his own people. He had heard of a group of men who plotted for an ambush. They were growing in numbers, but they still needed more before they could revolt. The army that served the merciless leader was strong and powerful, never backing down from a threat. Acalan made up his mind that day that he would join the revolt, and that he would be there when Coatl fell to the ground in defeat.
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