The Aztecs used to tell a story of their sun goddess. The world used to have four suns, but they all died. Now the Earth was dark. The gods met and agreed to make a sun and a moon. Two gods had to sacrifice themselves to become the sun and the moon. Tecciztecatal stepped forward. He was very vain and wanted to be the brightest thing in the sky. The god picked the humblest goddess, Nanahuatzin, to be the moon. She was a leper, and they told her that if she agreed to be the moon, they would heal her skin and make her beautiful. The fires were lit. The gods ordered Teccitecatl to jump in. Three times he pulled back because he was afraid. So the gods told Nanahuatzin to jump in. Three times he pulled back because he was afraid. So the gods told Nanahuatzin to jump, and she did. Tecciztecatl, worried that he would not be the sun after all, jumped in, too, but to the side of the fire where there were plenty of ashes Just then, an eagle swooped into the flames, and carried from them a beautiful ball of fire. It was Nanahuatzin. She had turned into the sun. Then a hawk flew into the fire and lifted out Tecciztecatl. He had become the moon.