Metztli kicked the wooden ball one more time as he ran towards the spot everyone had agreed would be the finish line. Tezcacoatl thought he could boss the other boys into agreeing to make the finish line the edge of the village because his father sat on the reed mat and was the Ixchele tlatoani. Tlatoani’s son or not, he didn’t have the charming personality that Metztli naturally possessed. So, the other boys sided with Metztli when he said the finish line should be further, it should be the center of the village. Tezcacoatl’s spoiled pout was ignored by everyone and eventually, he accepted the decision the group had made. It wasn’t long after that they all split into two teams and began the mile-long race to the village center while each team kicked their ball along.
As Metztli ran, the
