Once upon a time it was a handsome Prince named Acroxis.

When he was ten, he was as strong as he was twenty, and as smart as he was eighty.

He lived in his father's castle, surrounded by friendly people who were very happy having his father as their leader.

But a very mean wizard, called Nobody, was living in a cave, in that very neighborhood.

At the Prince's sixteenth anniversary he predicted the Prince will die in ten days, unless someone will bring him the Pyreas' tiger skin.

The tiger was living in the mountain caves, and was so ferocious that no one ever dared to confront him or to stay in his way.

The King was sending the challenge to all his people, but none was brave enough to step forward and fight the ferocious tiger Pyreas.

And, as the mean wizard Nobody said, the King shouldn't force anyone into this, it had to be a free acceptance of the challenge.

None of his people was brave enough to risk his life for their Prince.

Seeing such cowardice among his people the King became sad, not showing his face among his people anymore, knowing his only son will die soon.

Then, in the last day of the malefic prediction, Acroxis came into his father's room to tell him he will go to save his skin and kill that beast.

He took a white horse and a long spear, heading for Pyreas' cave.

It was a beautiful morning, and the Prince was wondering if he would have the chance to see another day like this one again.

The guns were not invented yet, so he had to use his muscles and his head in order to kill that ferocious tiger.

Sitting in the saddle and wondering in his way to the cave he met all kind of people, who gave him good advise and some lucky charms.

Finally the Pyreas tiger shows up, hungrier than ever, getting straight to the point with a huge jump at him.

Using a kung fu move for the occasion, Acroxis hold his spear against a big bolder on the ground, which stroke the tiger straight in the heart.

Happy of the outcome, and taking the skin of the tiger with him, Acroxis was heading home eager to bring the news to his father and celebrate the victory.

But Nobody was there to meet him and the skin. The castle was gone, and so was everybody.

Hungry and sad, the Prince said: "Caramba!, lets build a bright new castle!" And so was born Mexico city!

~ I've heard IT from a Venusian! ~