Miranda was always cheeky; from the age of six she had flaunted the fact that she would be chosen for sacrifice one day. Her attitude somehow garnered her a gaggle of followers who, rather than being in awe of her, trailed her in order to gather more information from the stories and lies she spouted. They would go off together, out of her sight, and talk about her, saying how she would get hers one day.
Finally, the day came when Miranda was chosen by the Elders. She had grown up knowing all the stories of all the gods and goddesses and was not impressed when they chose Chalchiuhtlicue for her. Instead of putting on the traditional ceremonial accoutrements, Miranda flounced out in a black dress, red shoes, and makeup (her horrified parents now understood why she had spent so much time trying to get the attention of the traders who had come near their village last spring). She even had the audacity to take a book out with her. Miranda of course did all that for show; she had stopped believing in the gods and goddesses long ago. Her plan was to show the village that such deities no longer existed, or perhaps had simply stopped caring. When she wasn’t taken into the waters by Chalchiuhtlicue, they would still have babies, the world would keep spinning, and so on. She placed herself, careful not to touch the water in the unfortunate event that there was a water goddess down there. What she didn’t realize was that the corner of her flashy red wrap had already been touched by Chalchiuhtlicue.
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