When we arrived from the sea a dragon was already waiting for him, green hair and eyes just like the one I had helped cross the sea, and black scales, it was a little larger in size, though a young one too. It glared at me the moment I came to land, but he was glad to see his brother, something he let clear by lowering his claws when the white dragon explained something in their tongue. The land had forests too, so I could continue traveling.
In the forest I found Devas, wild, illiterate Devas, I would even doubt they could be called such, thus we fairies begun using the term humans to describe them. They were foraging for roots to eat, insects and fruits. It was a sad scene, so I decided to walk up to them, I removed a leaf from my hand and allowed blood to drip to the ground.
I didn’t know Devas like this could exist, and it made me sad, there were no Devas at home, only dragons and fairies. After all this was a dragon world, Devas did not like dragon worlds, full of wild fairies and dangerous animals, yet here they were. My blood and some magic fell onto a wild plant, making it grow and become something they could better eat, a single husk full to the brim with big fat corns of several colors.
They found it tough and tenderized it with some minerals they had in their own land, after all they were still Deva, they still changed the land to fit them, we fairies did the same but not to that extent. With those seeds they made flat breads, within a year they were growing said corns, elotl or maize they named it and they named me Xipe or “Our skinned lord”
When their first harvest was done and their bellies full a young woman, close to my height willfully gave up her life, so that her skin could be given to me as an offering. Which I gladly took. It felt like dying, or so I thought, I was used to the pain it was to me my sense of self, then suddenly there was none, the wind felt like a gentle stroke, the ground soft and friendly.
The dragons came in later, they gave gifts to the Deva too, it was the white dragon, Quetzalcoatl, the feathered snake, as they called him who gave them the knowledge of softening their food using lime. The darker one, Tezcatlipoca, the smoking mirror, gave them fire and stone working. I had to tell the fairies at home about the humans in the west, these wild Devas, we could prove to the smart ones that we were better than them, that we cared for those who were below us.
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