Granny Citlali

Drunks.... Alcohol... Delusions....Novels... My granny Itzli used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Pyro archon kept balance between the Children of Echoes, Scions of the Canopy, People of the Springs, Masters of the Night-Wind, Flower-Feather Clan, and the Collective of Plenty. But that all changed when the Abyss attacked. Only the Pyro archon, master of all the six Nations, Only she could stop the ruthless abyssal monsters. But when the world needed her most, she drove away to colonize other nations. A hundred years have passed and the Abyss is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my Granny Itzli and the men and women of my tribe journeyed to the Children of Echoes tribe to help fight against the Abyssal army, leaving me and my brother Ororon to look after our tribe. Some people believe that the Pyro archon was never reborn into the Land of Natlan, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Pyro archon will return to save the world."