Personal Narrative: The Artisan

It was a hot sunny day. I could hear the footsteps of the person carrying me. Someone traded me for a polished mirror. The man that was carrying me kept complaining about how heavy I was. The man placed me down on the floor next to some other stones. Another man came and picked me up, taking me to a small table. At the table, there appeared to be other types of jade, but they had created into tools. I was in the hands of an Olmec artisan and it seemed that I was going to be his next project. He started creating a carving on me and chipping off pieces of myself with the jade tools. Each line that artisan was carving on my body felt like a tickle and it was surprising that it did not hurt. When the artisan was done, the same man that brought

It was nighttime and I could barely make out people standing in a circle. I was placed in the middle with the headband man and they started speaking and chanting words. I believe they were contacting their jaguar god because there were some people wearing jaguar masks. The man in the middle brought out a man that had his hands tied. He grabbed a very sharp tool and cut him open. The people around him were shrieking. I realized that this man was killed as a sacrifice to their god. I was in shock to believe what had just happened in front of me. Later on the night, someone grabbed me and left me outside the building. After that, I do not remember ever being picked up again by anyone until what seemed thousands of years later by a man with a beard and his hair parted in the middle. He polished off the dust that I had obtained and put me inside a bag. When I got out of the bag I realized I was not near the building but was in fact inside another building that had lighting and the tools were not made of jade but of stone and other materials. There was also no one dressed with headbands but there were wearing clothes and shoes as