Once upon a time, in a world before pre-hispanic times, a love story was born in Mexico. The story was about the tragedy of Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl
Iztaccihuatl and Popocatepetl were madly in love with each other, but a war broke out. The emperor, Iztaccihuatl's father, promised Popocatepetl his daughter's hand and a big celebration when he returned from war.
Unfortunately, in an act of jealously by many of his men, a message was brought to the emperor talking about Popocatepetl's death. For Iztaccihuatl was the most beautiful woman in the empire and every man was after her.
Heart broken, Iztaccihuatl heard the news. For the next days, she refused to eat and go out of her palace. She later died of sadness.
When Popocatepetl returned home, he heard about his lover's death. In an act of honor and despair, he ordered his men to build a tomb at the top of a mountain. Where he walked his way to the top with Iztaccihuatl in his hands.
He walked and walked until he reached the top of the mountain.
There, he guarded and looked after her.
Until eventually, he too died of sadness.
It is said that by an act by the gods, who were moved by this tragic story, turned the lover's into volcanoes. Who now, face and stand by each other.
Today, many say they can still hear Popoca's roar and fury, a reassurance that he is still protecting and looking after Izta's body.
This story has been told from generation to generation to show the consequences of Popoca's men and their lies. This story is also told to the young to reassure them that true love exists.