Year: Acatl (1519)

Niltze!

This is Namacuix. I’m now 21 years old. In case you are wondering, I didn’t marry Izel. Well, not yet anyway. Last year I wasn’t ready. But this year I felt ready. I felt I could conquer the world. I decided to ask Izel to marry me. Just everything about her makes me feel good inside. She makes me feel complete inside. I feel I can spend the rest of my life with her. She’s perfect. Not to mention she doesn’t look that bad, either. Since Izel loves nature, I wanted to ask her in a big open place full of reeds, which is what the current year represents; reeds.

Everything was perfect. She looked as beautiful as always with the wind blowing in her hair. When I said something funny, she laughed. When she laughed, I laughed. The nature all around was blooming. It looked ravishing. How the flowers swayed back and forth, the way the birds were chirping their usual tune. Except it wasn’t usual this time. At that exact moment I was going to pop the question. The words were coming out of my mouth.

“Izel.”

“Yes, Namacuix?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, anything.” Izel replied.

“Www..i..Wil…” I stuttered. I couldn’t put my feelings into words. Then the unexpected happened.

“Just a second.” Izel said. “I hear something. Come with me.”

“Fine.” I said. I was so close.

We eventually found out what the commotion was about. There were these white people that came to our city. They had many, many, many horses. Along with these strange white people, there were native people. There was a leader of this enormous group. He called himself Hernán Cortés. From what I saw, he seemed really full of himself. Then out of nowhere, Moctezuma Xocoyotzin came. He had the most joyous look on his face. He thought that Hernán Cortés represented Quetzalcoatl. Quetzalcoatl was a God that sailed away east, which was where Cortés came from. Our emperor showered him with plenty of gifts, while I was left empty handed.Oh well, I’ll get her soon.

Sincerely,

Namacuix.

~ by Derek and Matthew on June 19, 2007.