Mictecacihuatl (pronounced Meekteckaseewadl), also known as the Lady of the Dead, was the Aztec goddess of Death. I haven’t been able to find out for certain whether she died as her mother gave birth to her, or was sacrificed to the gods as a small child, but either way she died young and grew to adulthood in the Afterlife.
According to Aztec legends, the human race was created from the bones of a previous race, which had been stolen by the gods. To prevent this happening again, Mictecacihuatl, who was now the Queen of the Underworld, was tasked with guarding the bones of the dead so that they could never be stolen to create a future race.
Related post: The Day of the Dead
This post was written as part of the 100 word challenge at Julia’s place. It’s my second attempt, because after reading the others I realised I had really wimped out the first time by not attempting to write about George and the Dragon.
George and his dragon made a clever team.
They travelled through the lands both far and near.
They had a plan that worked just like a dream:
The beast breathed fire and made the people fear…
He stole their cattle and their pretty girls,
Committed the most fearsome of deeds.
Then while the townsfolks’ minds were in a whirl,
Young George rode in upon his trusty steed.
He said that he could leave this beast for dead,
But it would cost at least a hundred crowns.
Then with his sword raised high above his head,
He charged and chased the beast right out of town.
After sharing out their loot, with smiles so smug
The two set off to find the next poor mugs.