Micro Story: The night Boca
My story focuses on the history of a man, who in a beautiful morning, goes out for a walk on his motorcycle;Through what would be a quiet city with large buildings and avenues, unsuspecting, enjoying the landscape, you can see in front of it, the green light of the traffic light;Suddenly an imprudent woman appears who, without fixing, crosses the street, causing an accident, the man tries to dodge her, but she can touch her with the motorcycle making her lose control and impact against the pavement;For a moment he loses meaning;Upon returning in itself, anguished, he asks about the woman’s status and tell her that she was unharmed of her;hearing this reassures him;Although he doesn’t feel very good since he has a wound in the eyebrow and a fracture in one of his arms. Several men arrive at the place who immediately help him by removing the device from him and transfer him to a nearby pharmacy;He quickly arrives the ambulance and he is taken to the hospital. Where it is attended by several nurses who take their data, cure their wounds and change their clothes for a hospital robe. It is now driven along the corridors of the place, getting carried away by safety and silence, at one time it closes your eyes and falls into a dream where you can perceive smells, smells of war.
Florid wars!: This was appointed this shocking ritual, in the middle of which our protagonist was;A young Guerrero Moteca, who without knowing it stars in a series of events that occur in two simultaneous worlds. Moving from the Modern Age to the pre -Hispanic era, a little before the conquest, where the Aztecs agreIn times of droughts or famines.
In a vision perhaps premonitory in the middle of which he was;distressed by conserving his life and entering the depths of the jungle, but without losing sight of the path that would lead him back to his village;the Moteca;whose access route were only their same inhabitants;and of which he was part;He reached a point where the dark of the night and the jungle itself protected it, he took a breath to rest and resume his course. When making a leap to continue with his desperate escape, he found himself again protected and safe in the warmth of the hospital where he was treated and feels safe. The dream arrives again and after its attempts to remain awake, it falls asleep again and falls into that nightmare that this has fleeing and in which this time, in an unexpected way it is surprised by several warriors;One of them is poured, and he in a skilled movement, manages to kill with his stone dagger;At the moment he is attacked by another of them who stabs him while one more holds them from behind with a rope around his neck. His greatest fear has materialized, he is captive, they have him hanging on his back towards the dungeons where he will find his destiny. He closes and opens his eyes trying to make that leap that has already put it safe and that makes him wake up;For a moment he achieves it and is then in an operating room, surrounded by doctors, and being there mouth he can see in the hand of one of them a brilliant object. The dream, the nightmare arrives again. Being there you can listen to the other captured warriors with whom it communicates only with shouts, and making it more scary when transmitting anguish, sadness and despair for the certainty of their destiny, in an endless lament.
In the distance you can see the acolytes of the priest reach the acolytes, who dressed in cover waiting at the exit of that funeral to drive it this time with his head hanging back, to the altar of the sacrifice; As they approach, you can see how the bodies of the warriors already lifeless, to which their heart has taken away in this creepy ritual, roll on the stairs, are there among smoke columns, in the middle of the fires where You can see your bloody sacrificer arrive; He desperately and strongly closes his eyes to return and get safe, but on the occasion he does not get it; Then, he realizes that this is his reality, a reality where he is about to die sacrificed, where they will remove his heart from him to offer him to the gods; He is there in his reality, face up, realizing that the motorcycle ride, the big city with quiet and large avenues; the accident and that hospital where he was so sure he felt; It had been just a dream.
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