Epunamun-Entry One

Epunamun's ‘s War Journal-Entry 1. July 1st, 1500. 7:00

Well, the Aztecs have just declared war on us again. It’s not really that big of a deal, except I just turned 25, which means it’s my turn to become an Aucu. Anyway, I get shipped out tomorrow. I’m not that nervous. It’s just that the Aztecs have been a bit low on sacrifice volunteers as of late, and I’m not exactly a fan of having my heart torn out.

Now, I’ve decided to create a war journal to document my adventures in Aztec territory in case I don’t make it. I figure I owe it to my family to let them know how I went out. My mother has been blubbering over my recent enlistment into the military, so I can just imagine how she would weep if she found out I had been killed. I’m sure finding out how it all went down might at least ease the pain.

My friend Ayar-Cachi is in my military unit, which comforts me. I’m glad I’ll have somebody close to me to help ease the pain I know is coming. He’s excited that we’re going to be together as well, but I can tell he’s very fearful of what is to come. Hopefully, I can calm his nerves over the trip.

Anyway, today was just like any other day. I got up at six with my father and my brother, Pahuac Maita. (he had just finished his rotation with the millitary) We ate a quick bowl of cornmeal (prepared by my mother and my sister Urpi) and then headed out to the chacras. It was the first day of the Plowing Month, which means we really had to get going.

The Llamactu had specified three chacras up in the Quencha to tend to today, so we each took one. And as I plowed the Papa Chacra, I allowed my mind to wander. What would the Aztec civilization be like? How would they fight? I had only received simple war training, and I doubted it would be enough for to prepare me with the task ahead. I just hoped Ayar-Cachi and I would be okay. I don’t think I could bear telling Ayar-Cachi’s mother of her son’s death, or vice-versa.

After the work was done, I headed back home. The girls had already cooked our meal (Locro, my Favorite!) and we ate. Now, the sun has set, and I’m Writing this by the light of my fire. I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but whatever it is, I’m ready.