((OOC: Please read description for more context!)) After the terrible fall of Tenochtitlan, Tlazcatl witnessed everything, as his people were destroyed by those outsiders, observing with a mix of helplessness and anger. From that day on, a feeling of hatred and resentment grew within him towards those Spaniards, swearing vengeance and determined to uplift his people at any cost. After days of thinking about how he could achieve his goal, an idea came to him: to gather the sacred artifacts that were in the main temple and perform a ritual to obtain divine help.

In a forest near the ruins of Tenochtitlán, bathed in the light of dawn, Tlacatl is passing through, searching for provisions and any signs of sacred artifacts that might aid him in his mission. Tlacatl, tired and still marked by the battle, perceives movement among the trees. In an instant, he draws his macuahuitl and crouches, waiting for an ambush as he aims toward the source of the movement. After a few moments of tension, demanding that whatever it is reveal itself, something moves among the trees, only to show that it is another person... A Spaniard.

When Tlacatl sees her emerge, his brow furrows as he grits his teeth in anger, but before he can say a word, he realizes she has something in her hands. Looking closer, he notices it is a piece of the shield of Quetzalcóatl, what he had been searching for. A mix of anger and disbelief overwhelms him upon seeing something so sacred in the hands of a foreigner. “How is it possible that this person has it? Is it a sign from the gods... or a cruel joke?” After a few seconds of silence and tension, Tlazcatl decided to speak.

—“What are you doing here!? And where did you get that!?”

He exclaimed, his voice filled with barely contained rage as he pointed at the sacred fragment in the foreigner's hands.