In my first post, I said that I live with my two brothers, my father, and my mother. Well, now I don't have two brothers anymore. Yes, I'm saying that he died (obviously...).
My brother was sacrificed to the rain gods. There was a sacrifice to honor the rain gods with blood, and also for a good crop yield and/or good weather. At every rain ceremony, something/someone is sacrificed. Most of the time it'd be humans, but sometimes other animals were sacrificed. Aztecs valued the sacrifice of warriors captured in battle because they thought that their blood was nourishing to Huitzilopotchli (an Aztec god).
Here's a picture of what an Aztec rain ceremony is like:
http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large/aztec-human-sacrifice-codex-photo-researchers.jpg
So, now you know what an Aztec rain ceremony is like.
I'm still crying about my brother being sacrificed.
Sincerely,
Izel
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