This is what I have for the prologue of book two in the series ‘Aztec Elements’. See what you think!
1460 AD was a good year for the Aztec people. The year that they knew as Seven Flint saw continued expansion towards the east coast. The lowland jungles were rich in feathers and the rivers laden with gold that was not naturally abundant on the high plateau where their city lay. Exotic fruits and animals were caught, bought or plundered and taken back to Tenochtitlan, much to the wonder of its inhabitants. The people that lived in the jungles did so in small communities and there were very few that were big enough to offer any real resistance to the might of the Mexica army. This also made possible the acquisition and transportation of that other precious commodity, so vital to appease the gods, that of human souls.
With the success of his armies, Moctezuma’s popularity rose, but so too did his opinion of himself. Others, jealous of his power and less pleased with the developments, conspired to bring about change. Tlacaelel, focused on the enemy without, did not notice the threat to his half-brother that came from within.