Nahua forgot his own life for the sake of his sons. He denied himself all pleasures.
Naturally, this led him to frustration and an early death.
Ahiuzote and Xocoyotzin were just sixteen when Nahua’s life trailed off into darkness. Nahua had been their support and curse. He had taught them the seven languages he knew, trained them in mathematics and the hard sciences, insisted they learn music from theory to composition. Each boy was an accomplished poet by the time Nahua died.
Neither one knew how to act around others. In his fear of the ill omen of their twin birth, Nahua kept them from meaningful social contact.
At sixteen, with no means of support, they would now have to make their own way in the world.
They would be hugely successful.
“I am going to the church,” Ahiuzote said.
“I am going to the academy,” Xocoyotzin told him.
“We will not live together now,” Ahiuzote told his twin.
“We will not be far apart,” Xocoyotzin replied, wistfully, with a pang of regret, for both knew their life together was now ended.
Ahiuzote departed for the City of God. Xocoyotzin made his way into the Academy of Humankind in the center of the Great City of the Mountains.