Excerpt from Forging a Nation:
In about 1260 A.D. a ragged tribe of wanderers, known as Mexicas were searching for a place to settle in the central highland of Mexico.
For nearly two centuries they had wandered, landless, friendless and persecuted, guided by their Priest-Astrologer, Tenoch.
The name Aztlán, an island from which they had started somewhere in the forgotten northwest, was a faint echo as they migrated ever southward, divinely led by their Wizard-God, Huitzilopochtli.
Generation after generation an elite guard carried their stone God on a litter, a God who commanded them to plant corn and rape and steal and make war and move on to the promised land where they would see an eagle perched on a cactus on an island with a snake clasped in its beak.
Sparks shot from his stone eyes if they rebelled, weary of traveling. In return for his guidance he demanded the blood of human sacrifice…