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Dear Diary,
Today is the choosing ceremony where some very special people would be a sacrifice to the Gods. They are going to be people from all over the Empire being chosen. I am SO excited! My parents are telling me that I might get chosen. That is my dream! I won't be known as a peasant and my parents would be so proud of me and I will be treated so well. I hope I get chosen.

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Dear diary,
I actually got chosen! I am SO happy. But, nothing has really changed but today is exactly 6 months until the ceremonies of the sacrifices to the Sun God.  My parents are very excited for me because today we will go to stay in the building where we make preparations for our sacrifices. One of the things that they do before the sacrifice is they give us meat, corn beer and cocoa leaves. I am so excited to taste these treats for the first time! I am also really looking forward to seeing what I have to do for a sacrifice. My parents hope it isn't one that you actually give your life away because then they will know that my life is very temporary and even I hope that it isn't that type of sacrifice because they will give me all my luxuries for the Sun God and not for me to enjoy.

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Dear Diary,
I feel like I am lucky but very unlucky at the same time. I am attending many ceremonies and eating a lot and many people are congratulating me because I got chosen for sacrificing my life. I have been told that I have to walk to the sacred mountain 1000 miles away and give my sacrifices to the Sun God. My parents are very upset that I am going to die in less than 5 months. I have mixed feelings about this. I feel honoured to go to the Sun God but I don't want to die for it. But, I guess the Sun God thought I was worthy.  I have been attending many ceremonies and getting so much attention and congratulations that I feel that I am a celebrity. But, the other sacrificing girls are getting jealous of me and my role. I like the food and things from the ceremony but I am always in a bad mood because I know that I am going to die from either the food or the sacrifice itself or both.

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Everyone in the building has started preparations for their sacrifices and so have I. I have barely started packing because there are still 4 months until the sacrifice. Life has not been that good though now because my parents are always depressed as I am their only child and that I am going as a sacrifice to the Sun God. I also am seeing the reality that I am going to die in 4 months. 4 months is a long time but it will go fast and the next thing you know , you are walking 1000 miles with 2 other children to the mountain of the Sun God to sacrifice yourself intoxicated by cocoa leaves and corn beer.

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Dear Diary,
I have started proper preparations for my sacrifice and started with the least important part of the preparations, which was to clip part of my hair as a gift to the Gods. This was the least important because I was already taking many gifts to the Gods and this was probably the least important. The most important part was the headrest because it was a very beautiful and precious thing and this one was a very beautiful and precious one as these were used only for the most important ceremonies or sacrifices. Feathers are more valuable than gold to us Incas.

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Dear Diary,
I am seeing my parents for the last time before my sacrifice. As I walked away from my one home that I lived in for 13 years. I saw my parents crying as they glared at me walking away from them.  I was tearing up myself but I didn't  want to show my parents that I was sad leaving them. I had to be strong if I was a sacrifice. I was really sad and heartbroken. I couldn't sleep during the night. I realised that being a sacrifice was not an honour, but just a way to die. I did not feel any satisfaction being a sacrifice to the Sun God. All I could do when I tried to sleep was cry, thinking of how my parents must be suffering know that I was going to die in a month.

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Dear Diary,
Today is the day. I have to be strong. I have two 5 year old children with me so I have to keep a brave face and walk 1000 miles to the top of the volcano. I hope I find a cave there. I had many wads of cocoa leaves and bottles of corn beer to take for the trip. After many tiring hours and days, next thing I know, the 2 children and I are sitting in a cold cave, ready to go to sleep. Little did I know, I would not wake up again.,