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Do you know the story of how a prank almost led to a war? This is the tale of When the Smoking Mirror Ate the Sky

Deep in the jungles of what we call Mexico-city a few gods grew exhausted of their mortals constantly praying to them.

And so they decided to head to a far away desert. While there they decided to pull a prank on the regional pantheon. Thinking no permanent harm would be done, they arranged for a jaguar to devour the desert sun. The gods planned for a rattling spectacle, nothing more.

Bastet was the first to hear the pleas and cries of panicking mortals. At first glance, this seemed like a normal occurrence, the kind easily soothed out. She made her way down to the mortal realm, planning how best to put them at ease, an eclipse, she would tell them, she would tell them how the sun and the moon moved across the and how it's not the end of the world.

Although what she found stopped her in her tracks she felt a sensation of shock and disbelief. There she saw a black panther laying draped across the sun as though it had simply caught a fish from Ilhuicaatl.

Her surprise deepened when she attempted to communicate with the feline the way she communicated with any cat. Only for it to respond with a scowling face and a deep low roar. He tightened his emerald claws around the sun.

Still determined, Bastet tried everything: calls,chirps, toys, catnip, she eventually dove to the deepest parts of the sea and returned with the largest fish she could carry. Nothing appeased it. With her patience wound as tight as it could go, as she raised her khopesh to scare the creature away.

The Panthar spoke.

“If you strike me, I will hunt down every mortal and animal of this land and pile their corpses at your feet."

The words landed with unmistakable weight. This was no ordinary panther sent as a harmless errand. This was Tezcatlipoca himself.

The Aztec god assured Bastet there would be a new sun, provided the mortals offered themselves in sacrifice. She was not horrified by the suggestion she was a goddess of blood and plagues. What horrified her was his complete indifference to mortals, a god speaking about mortal sacrifice as casually as one might discuss the weather filled her with disgust.

The two deities began to hiss and circle. Fire engulfed and sand surrounded Bastet as she transformed from her gentler aspect and rose into her warrior form, the one her mortals knew through called Skemet.

As Tezcatlipoca shrunk from a panther into a man his eyes turned green and his spots began to glow purple. When he lifted his right arm over his head and reached down his back dark grayish-black smoke swirled around his hand as withdrew his maccuahital.

He gave out a low booming growl, she let out a thunderous roar. This would not be a quarrel between cats. But a battle between gods.

Do you know the story of how a prank almost led to a war? This is the tale of When the Smoking Mirror Ate the Sky

Deep in the jungles of what we call Mexico-city a few gods grew exhausted of their mortals constantly praying to them.

And so they decided to head to a far away desert. While there they decided to pull a prank on the regional pantheon. Thinking no permanent harm would be done, they arranged for a jaguar to devour the desert sun. The gods planned for a rattling spectacle, nothing more.

Bastet was the first to hear the pleas and cries of panicking mortals. At first glance, this seemed like a normal occurrence, the kind easily soothed out. She made her way down to the mortal realm, planning how best to put them at ease, an eclipse, she would tell them, she would tell them how the sun and the moon moved across the and how it's not the end of the world.

Although what she found stopped her in her tracks she felt a sensation of shock and disbelief. There she saw a black panther laying draped across the sun as though it had simply caught a fish from Ilhuicaatl.

Her surprise deepened when she attempted to communicate with the feline the way she communicated with any cat. Only for it to respond with a scowling face and a deep low roar. He tightened his emerald claws around the sun.

Still determined, Bastet tried everything: calls,chirps, toys, catnip, she eventually dove to the deepest parts of the sea and returned with the largest fish she could carry. Nothing appeased it. With her patience wound as tight as it could go, as she raised her khopesh to scare the creature away.

The Panthar spoke.

“If you strike me, I will hunt down every mortal and animal of this land and pile their corpses at your feet."

The words landed with unmistakable weight. This was no ordinary panther sent as a harmless errand. This was Tezcatlipoca himself.

The Aztec god assured Bastet there would be a new sun, provided the mortals offered themselves in sacrifice. She was not horrified by the suggestion she was a goddess of blood and plagues. What horrified her was his complete indifference to mortals, a god speaking about mortal sacrifice as casually as one might discuss the weather filled her with disgust.

The two deities began to hiss and circle. Fire engulfed and sand surrounded Bastet as she transformed from her gentler aspect and rose into her warrior form, the one her mortals knew through called Skemet.

As Tezcatlipoca shrunk from a panther into a man his eyes turned green and his spots began to glow purple. When he lifted his right arm over his head and reached down his back dark grayish-black smoke swirled around his hand as withdrew his maccuahital.

He gave out a low booming growl, she let out a thunderous roar. This would not be a quarrel between cats. But a battle between gods.

What kind of feedback I want: I want to know if this concept is worth continuing. Like Is the premise strong enough to sustain a Part 2?

Do you know the story of how a prank almost led to a war? This is the tale of When the Smoking Mirror Ate the Sky

Deep in the jungles of what we call Mexico-city a few gods grew exhausted of their mortals constantly praying to them.

And so they decided to head to a far away desert. While there they decided to pull a prank on the regional pantheon. Thinking no permanent harm would be done, they arranged for a jaguar to devour the desert sun. The gods planned for a rattling spectacle, nothing more.

Bastet was the first to hear the pleas and cries of panicking mortals. At first glance, this seemed like a normal occurrence, the kind easily soothed out. She made her way down to the mortal realm, planning how best to put them at ease, an eclipse, she would tell them, she would tell them how the sun and the moon moved across the and how it's not the end of the world.

Although what she found stopped her in her tracks she felt a sensation of shock and disbelief. There she saw a black panther laying draped across the sun as though it had simply caught a fish from Ilhuicaatl.

Her surprise deepened when she attempted to communicate with the feline the way she communicated with any cat. Only for it to respond with a scowling face and a deep low roar. He tightened his emerald claws around the sun.

Still determined, Bastet tried everything: calls,chirps, toys, catnip, she eventually dove to the deepest parts of the sea and returned with the largest fish she could carry. Nothing appeased it. With her patience wound as tight as it could go, as she raised her khopesh to scare the creature away.

The Panthar spoke.

“If you strike me, I will hunt down every mortal and animal of this land and pile their corpses at your feet."

The words landed with unmistakable weight. This was no ordinary panther sent as a harmless errand. This was Tezcatlipoca himself.

The Aztec god assured Bastet there would be a new sun, provided the mortals offered themselves in sacrifice. She was not horrified by the suggestion she was a goddess of blood and plagues. What horrified her was his complete indifference to mortals, a god speaking about mortal sacrifice as casually as one might discuss the weather filled her with disgust.

The two deities began to hiss and circle. Fire engulfed and sand surrounded Bastet as she transformed from her gentler aspect and rose into her warrior form, the one her mortals knew through called Skemet.

As Tezcatlipoca shrunk from a panther into a man his eyes turned green and his spots began to glow purple. When he lifted his right arm over his head and reached down his back dark grayish-black smoke swirled around his hand as withdrew his maccuahital.

He gave out a low booming growl, she let out a thunderous roar. This would not be a quarrel between cats. But a battle between gods.

What kind of feedback I want: I want to know if this concept is worth continuing. Like Is the premise strong enough to sustain a Part 2?

Do you know the story of how a prank almost led to a war? This is the tale of When the Smoking Mirror Ate the Sky

Deep in the jungles of what we call Mexico-city a few gods grew exhausted of their mortals constantly praying to them.

And so they decided to head to a far away desert. While there they decided to pull a prank on the regional pantheon. Thinking no permanent harm would be done, they arranged for a jaguar to devour the desert sun. The gods planned for a rattling spectacle, nothing more.

Bastet was the first to hear the pleas and cries of panicking mortals. At first glance, this seemed like a normal occurrence, the kind easily soothed out. She made her way down to the mortal realm, planning how best to put them at ease, an eclipse, she would tell them, she would tell them how the sun and the moon moved across the and how it's not the end of the world.

Although what she found stopped her in her tracks she felt a sensation of shock and disbelief. There she saw a black panther laying draped across the sun as though it had simply caught a fish from Ilhuicaatl.

Her surprise deepened when she attempted to communicate with the feline the way she communicated with any cat. Only for it to respond with a scowling face and a deep low roar. He tightened his emerald claws around the sun.

Still determined, Bastet tried everything: calls,chirps, toys, catnip, she eventually dove to the deepest parts of the sea and returned with the largest fish she could carry. Nothing appeased it. With her patience wound as tight as it could go, as she raised her khopesh to scare the creature away.

The Panthar spoke.

“If you strike me, I will hunt down every mortal and animal of this land and pile their corpses at your feet."

The words landed with unmistakable weight. This was no ordinary panther sent as a harmless errand. This was Tezcatlipoca himself.

The Aztec god assured Bastet there would be a new sun, provided the mortals offered themselves in sacrifice. She was not horrified by the suggestion she was a goddess of blood and plagues. What horrified her was his complete indifference to mortals, a god speaking about mortal sacrifice as casually as one might discuss the weather filled her with disgust.

The two deities began to hiss and circle. Fire engulfed and sand surrounded Bastet as she transformed from her gentler aspect and rose into her warrior form, the one her mortals knew through called Skemet.

As Tezcatlipoca shrunk from a panther into a man his eyes turned green and his spots began to glow purple. When he lifted his right arm over his head and reached down his back dark grayish-black smoke swirled around his hand as withdrew his maccuahital.

He gave out a low booming growl, she let out a thunderous roar. This would not be a quarrel between cats. But a battle between gods.

What kind of feedback I want: I want to know if this concept is worth continuing. The story draws from both Egyptian and Aztec mythology, centering on a prank between pantheons that escalates into a confrontation between Bastet and Tezcatlipoca. Is the premise strong enough to sustain a Part 2? Would you read on?

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