Quetzalcoatl-Among the Aztecs, whose beliefs are the best-documented in the historical sources, Quetzalcoatl was related to gods of the wind, of Venus, of the dawn, of merchants and of arts, crafts and knowledge. He was also the patron god of the Aztec priesthood, of learning and knowledge. Quetzalcoatl was one of several important gods in the Aztec pantheon. (Source, Wikipedia)
Ahuiliztli hurried up the rough stone steps to the top of the temple. An arid breeze ruffled her dark, shining hair and cooled the sweat that had broken out on her bronze skin. She glanced around to make sure she wasn't being observed, then squared her shoulders and rapidly ascended the last few steps. Once dawn had broken, the place would be swarming with worshipers. Quetzalcoatl's power was the sun. Until then, she would be alone.
The young woman's heart was a swirl of worry and fear. Her father was growing old, and her brother was concerned only with war and women. She knelt in front of the huge stone carving of Quetzalcoatl, not truly believing in his power, but feeling that she had to do something- anything- to help her family. Bowing her head, she prayed for winds of change, for new light to fall on her family, and for her people to be blessed with knowledge and joy.
The first rays of the rising sun lit on the giant, feathered serpent, and it's golden eyes opened, regarding Ahuilizti with a gaze that was both terrifying and compelling. "Go forth, woman who's name is joy," it hissed in a voice as old as time. "Join my priestesses, and your wishes shall be granted."
She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his request, not daring to speak, as the power of the god's presence rippled over her skin like a physical thing. If this was what it took to help her family, she would gladly devote her life to learning.
Thoroughly convinced, she turned and hurried down the worn steps, not daring to glance behind her.