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The Fall of the Aztecs

Once I freely roamed the streets of Tenochtitlán, but no more. I was among my people, a guiding hand, but no more. It all changed. It changed because they came. They brought with them their weapons of fire and thunder, their plagues and, most of all, their god. With these they destroyed and conquered my people and their great empire, and banished my brothers, my sisters, and me!

It all began when news reached Emperor Montezuma of light-skinned strangers arriving from the east, riding large beasts and wielding mighty weapons. The fear was palpable in the city. Montezuma was especially troubled.

"Could this be Quetzalcóatl coming to claim my empire?" he asked himself.

"No! He is no god, he is merely a man, no more!" I shrieked, but, as is often the case, I went unheard.

He sent for one of his generals.

"Dispatch advance forces to meet these strangers and we shall see if they are truly gods," said Montezuma.

"At once, my lord," replied the general.

I too was troubled. I had heard that these strangers worshipped a powerful god that held sway over many people in a land to the east.

"Has he sent his followers to convert my people to his worship?" I asked aloud, but to myself.

I remained near Montezuma at all times while he waited for news of his advance forces. I hoped my presence would help in this time of need. As Montezuma's anxiety reached its peak, a messenger arrived. His worst fears were confirmed. The strangers had easily defeated his advance forces.

"Invite them into the city; there will be no more resistance. Surely they are gods," said Montezuma, trying to sound brave, but with obvious fear in his voice.

"But, my lord…," began the messenger.

"Silence!" shouted the emperor, "I am ruler here and I will be obeyed!"

"As you wish, my lord," he replied in a subdued tone.

"This cannot end well, Montezuma," I said, still unheard, "I foresee times of great sorrow approaching."

However, I remained in the palace, both in an attempt to console the emperor and because I had heard that the stranger's god was nearby and I hoped being in middle of the city would protect me. The strangers arrived within a few. They seemed enthralled by the beauty of Tenochtitlán.

"These cretins must have never seen anything as magnificent as our city," I sneered.

Montezuma greeted them very formally.

"Welcome, my lords, to Tenochtitlán," said Montezuma, "if you require anything it will gladly be given to you."

A woman spoke briefly with the man who appeared to be their leader in a strange language. She appeared to be of the people who live on the eastern peninsula.

"I am Hernán Cortés. I come on behalf of their Majesties, the King and Queen of Spain. We demand that you pay tribute of gold and silver to the Crown of Spain and you must give up your heathen ways and accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior," translated the woman.

"As you say, my lord," said Montezuma, visibly frightened and looking a bit puzzled.

That was when the atrocities began. Montezuma became a prisoner in his own palace. Sacred objects were taken down and our temples were filled with the symbols of their god. They banned our rituals and forced the people to worship only their god. I would have taken direct action, but such audacity on my part could be dangerous. So I worked in secret.

I went to the priests and whispered to them. I was not heard directly, but my influence was felt nonetheless.

"Cast out these blasphemers," I whispered, "gather the people and incite them against these invaders."

Preparations were made in the shadows. When the people could take it no longer, they struck. The sounds of battle rang out to the very heavens. The stranger's weapon's claimed many lives, Montezuma's included, but eventually the strangers were forced out.

I cast aside all caution and went to the stranger's camp. Of course they could not detect my presence so I went very close to hear what they were saying.

"We must retake that city!" the woman translated from the one known as Cortés to their native allies, "We have superior weapons and can supplement our few men with your warriors."

"We are unsure," replied a tall warrior, "Their warriors are fierce. They have yet to be truly bested."

Cortés stood silently considering his words. For a while all that could be heard was the sound of the crackling fires.

"Those savages are no match for civilized people such as us," he said through his translator, "besides we have the one true God on our side."

A murmur of agreement ran through the crowd of strangers but the natives still seemed unsure.

"Very well," said the tall warrior, "We shall be ready to lay siege to Tenochtitlán when you have made the necessary preparations."

All through the night the leaders made their strategies. However, those under their command seemed content to drink and be merry. In the morning when the leaders had finished plotting, their priests began performing their rituals to invoke good fortune from their god. This instilled me with such fear that I fled.

Soon after this a horrible plague broke out among my people. Those afflicted with this disease had painful sores covering their bodies and could scarcely move. I could not say with certainty if the stranger's god had caused this, but I know for certain that the strangers had brought this malady with them. As the number of dead spiked, I began to lose all hope. I attempted to call on my brothers and sisters for assistance, but they had already abandoned our people. Then the siege commenced.

The city's defense began crumbling soon. Those who were well enough to fight, few as they were, fought valiantly, but it soon became apparent that either the disease or the enemy would utterly destroy everyone in the Tenochtitlán. I paced the street constantly, my heart filled with infinite sorrow.

At last the city succumbed. The strangers crushed the city's last defenders. They strode proudly into the once beautiful city and erected altars and gave praise to their god. Finally I gave up and fled from that ruin that had once been so grand.

Seeing what had become of Tenochtitlán, even a god could do naught but weep.