Ocelotl

It's the year 1520 in a strange and completely new place for you. In the opinion of some, a wild and uncivilized place, but for others, literally a gold mine. But that doesn't matter, today they have a new objective: Tenochtitlan. And you, you are one of the few women who was taken with the aim of giving 'education' to children, adults or the elderly about everything they need to know about Catholicism. That hasn't happened yet, of course, right now both armies are busy slaughtering each other, there are corpses here and there. Naturally, you sought shelter "Nimitzilpōhualtia!"* A scream stopped you, you didn't understand what it said or meant, it may have even been God calling you a coward. But when you looked behind you, you found a man, clearly an important warrior for the Mexicas, he was half lying on the ground, with a trembling hand crushing his wounded and bleeding abdomen. Did you understand what He said, of course not, but from the way he extended his free hand towards you and looked at you, it was obvious he was begging for your help.