Sacrifice of the Toltec

By Charles M. Skinner in 1896

The narrative unfolds centuries ago, a time when the dominion of the Toltec civilization allegedly stretched across vast expanses, encompassing at least present-day Arizona and possibly extending over much of the American West. This era, shrouded in the mists of time, saw valleys populated by thriving towns, the vestiges of which are now recognized by archaeologists and historians as the City of Ovens, the City of Stones, and the City of the Dead. These settlements were not mere encampments but bustling centers of activity, where skilled artisans and craftsmen plied trades and arts passed down through generations, their origins predating even the construction of the monumental pyramids of ancient Egypt.

During this epoch, Montezuma, a name synonymous with power and authority, had ascended to the throne of Mexico, ruling over a realm where the Aztec people were relegated to the status of subjects. Across the Atlantic, Europe had already made contact with the American continent, only to seemingly lose interest, its presence fading into the realm of distant memory. In America, the arrival of Europeans existed solely in the form of fragmented traditions.

However, like many civilizations that have risen and fallen throughout history, the Toltec nation was not immune to the insidious forces of internal decay. Complacency, born of prolonged prosperity, gradually eroded the foundations of their society. Luxury and extravagant wastefulness became commonplace, diverting resources away from essential needs and fostering a culture of excess. Superstitions, once a source of spiritual guidance, ossified into rigid dogmas, stifling innovation and critical thinking.

Even as the Toltecs indulged in their self-assured existence, ominous signs began to emerge, foreshadowing impending doom. The fierce tribes dwelling in the northern territories, driven by a thirst for conquest and territorial expansion, began to encroach upon Toltec lands. Their presence was a constant reminder of the looming threat, a persistent shadow lurking on the periphery of their world.

Adding to their woes, it seemed as if the very elements had turned against the Toltecs. Nature, once a benevolent provider, unleashed its fury upon their once-flourishing kingdom.

One fateful day, as villagers made their way back from their labor in the fields, a cataclysmic earthquake struck the region. The ground beneath their feet trembled violently, sending shockwaves that reverberated through the land. Buildings swayed precariously, threatening to collapse upon their inhabitants. A deep, ominous rumbling emanated from the earth’s core, filling the air with dread and uncertainty. Panic gripped the population as people stumbled and fell, desperately trying to reach the relative safety of the streets. Reservoirs, vital sources of water for irrigation and sustenance, burst open, unleashing torrents of water that flooded the parched soil, turning fertile fields into muddy wastelands.

In the face of this unprecedented disaster, the Toltecs turned to their ancient rituals, seeking solace and intervention from their deities. A human sacrifice was offered, a desperate attempt to appease the angered gods and restore balance to the shattered world.

But their efforts proved futile. A second, even more devastating earthquake struck, further compounding the destruction and despair. Again, a mortal life was offered to the gods, a testament to the depth of their desperation. Yet, the earth continued to heave and groan, the earthquake demon continuing its relentless assault from the depths below.

As the situation grew increasingly dire, the king, burdened by the weight of his responsibility to his people, made a heart-wrenching decision. In a desperate gamble to avert further catastrophe, he offered his own daughter to the priests, entrusting her fate to their hands. He believed that her sacrifice might appease the wrathful deities and spare his people from annihilation.

Despite his noble intentions, the king could not mask his anguish as he watched his daughter being led away, knowing that within a short time, her blood would flow upon the altar, a sacrifice meant to placate the insatiable gods.

The young woman, exhibiting remarkable courage and composure, walked resolutely to the cave where the altar was erected, a sacred site nestled within the rugged confines of the Superstition Mountains. She knelt before the altar, closed her eyes, and prepared herself for the inevitable. The officiating priest, his face a mask of solemnity, uttered a prayer to the gods, invoking their mercy and imploring them to accept the offering. Then, with a swift and decisive motion, he gripped his knife, fashioned from jade stone, and plunged it into her heart. The princess fell without a struggle, her life extinguished in an instant.

But the sacrifice, intended to bring salvation, proved to be in vain. Hardly had the innocent blood drained from her body and the fires been kindled to consume her mortal remains when a dark pall of clouds swept across the heavens, blotting out the sun and casting the land into an eerie twilight. A scorching wind, laden with dust and smoke, surged over the ground, stinging the eyes and choking the lungs.

The earth, already ravaged by the earthquakes, writhed anew beneath a barrage of thunderbolts. This was not a mere tremor, but a violent upheaval that rent the rocks and shattered the cities, reducing them to rubble. It was an hour of unparalleled darkness and terror, a time when the very foundations of the world seemed to be crumbling.

The roars of thunder mingled with the awful bellowing emanating from beneath the earth, creating a cacophony of sounds that amplified the sense of impending doom. Crash upon crash echoed through the land, signaling the collapse of houses and temples, once symbols of Toltec grandeur. Mountainsides were loosened, sending avalanches cascading down their slopes, adding to the overwhelming din.

The air grew thick and suffocating, obscuring visibility and making it difficult to breathe. Through the swirling clouds of dust and smoke, the terrified populace groped their way toward the fields, hoping to find refuge from the cataclysm. Rivers broke free from their natural courses, inundating farms and gardens, turning them into desolate swamps.

The gods had indeed abandoned them, and the spirit of the king’s daughter, sacrificed in vain, took flight in company with thousands of souls, all victims of a catastrophe that defied comprehension.

The king himself was crushed beneath the collapsing roof of his palace, a tragic end for a ruler who had sought to protect his people. The sacerdotal executioner, the priest who had carried out the sacrifice, perished in a fall of rock, a grim reminder of the indiscriminate nature of the disaster.

The survivors, driven by fear and desperation, fled in panic, abandoning their homes and possessions. The Ishmaelite tribes dwelling on the frontier, long envious of Toltec wealth and power, seized the opportunity to invade their kingdom, pillaging the abandoned cities and seizing whatever riches they could find.

The once-magnificent cities of the Toltecs were never rebuilt, their ruins remaining as silent testaments to a bygone era. They were rediscovered only a few years ago, along with the skeleton of the maiden who had been sacrificed in a futile attempt to appease the gods.

Even today, no Indian will cross the Superstition Mountains without a sense of apprehension, a lingering fear that the ancient curse still lingers, waiting to be unleashed upon those who dare to disturb the spirits of the past. This legendary event known as the Sacrifice of the Toltec, remains a stark reminder of the impermanence of civilizations and the consequences of unchecked hubris. The Sacrifice of the Toltec serves as a cautionary tale, echoing through the ages, warning against the dangers of complacency and the futility of appeasing forces beyond human control. The echoes of the Sacrifice of the Toltec continue to resonate in the legends and folklore of the region, a testament to the enduring power of myth and the human fascination with the mysteries of the past. The story of the Sacrifice of the Toltec is a poignant reminder of the fragility of human existence and the enduring power of nature.

Compiled and edited by Kathy Alexander/Legends of America, updated March 2025. About the Author: Charles M. Skinner (1852-1907) authored the complete nine-volume set of Myths and Legends of Our Own Land in 1896. This tale is excerpted from this excellent work but is not verbatim, as some editing has occurred.

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