u/Bootaist

The followers of xolotl spent a thousand years creating a paradise of water and wind, but it only took Crimz a single morning to turn it to ash. There were two clans I was on the losing caln. My father the leader of the clans of us atlans was killed by the tlecans I was the leader on the forefront of the was. If you ask anybody in the army they knew my name Tenoch my ability to create was the strongest and so was my ability to control the water and air but it never was enough i couldn't protect him. The tlecans' destruction was too powerful the sky darkened with flame when they arrived. Even when we killed the leader's son they never faltered we had won the battle we destroyed a city but lost the war. We were exiled i couldn't even try to get close to the leadership of my father. I never could truly lead, then i met Atzi she always stayed with me I never felt like it before i felt a lot better a lot different after months they attacked again i couldn't protect her either. I became what I swore to destroy i ruled with an iron fist enslaving people killing them now when I look back i just feel guilt. I did the unthinkable i feel they will resent me for centuries. Coming back to now we found the white scaled dragons we trained and made armor and weapons but I never could defeat the tlecans. I stopped the dictatorship I helped the people and I was flushed with guilt theni made houses school Universities i made the dragons safe. Years later i never could defeat them. The end...for now

Names are Aztec inspired I'm not too proud well i am a child but still not too good