Montezuma smiled as he placed the last triangle on his stone piece and put the final project in the oven. He had always been the most artistic and creative boy in his grade at Tenochtitlan Primary School. But with creativity came sensitivity, and with sensitivity came bullies. Yet no fear coursed through little Montezuma’s body today. Oh no, it would be the rude Aztec boys who were scared, for once. For, this latest art piece served a dual purpose. While being pleasing to the eye, this craft also was significantly heavy. Heavy enough to teach those bullies who was in charge!
Montezuma smiled as he recalled this fond memory. The death of the three boys was what really began his rise to power. He would never stop cherishing the heavy little stone square. It would forever hang from the archway over the door to his palace, though the blood stains tend to scare visitors. But he was a brutal ruler, he lived for that fear. Because now, it wasn’t his own. And thus the hunted became the hunter.
Savannah Seeber
Montezuma smiled as he placed the last triangle on his stone piece and put the final project in the oven. He had always been the most artistic and creative boy in his grade at Tenochtitlan Primary School. But with creativity came sensitivity, and with sensitivity came bullies. Yet no fear coursed through little Montezuma’s body today. Oh no, it would be the rude Aztec boys who were scared, for once. For, this latest art piece served a dual purpose. While being pleasing to the eye, this craft also was significantly heavy. Heavy enough to teach those bullies who was in charge!
Montezuma smiled as he recalled this fond memory. The death of the three boys was what really began his rise to power. He would never stop cherishing the heavy little stone square. It would forever hang from the archway over the door to his palace, though the blood stains tend to scare visitors. But he was a brutal ruler, he lived for that fear. Because now, it wasn’t his own.
And thus the hunted became the hunter.