Year: Calli (1521)
Niltze…
This is Namacuix. I’m now 23 years old and this might be the last time you hear from me. The white people came back, and with a vengeance. They’re fighting us. They are attacking us out of nowhere; without warning. We didn’t see this coming. We thought we drove them out forever. We were supposed to be happy. Now we are forced to fight back.
It’s going to be hard for us to fight back. Do you want to know why? Well, the white people are carrying diseases and they are killing our people every day. My wife, Izel, just died two weeks ago because of this disease. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Now she’s dead, like many others who had the same fate.
Fate. That’s an interesting word. Some people say you control your fate, while other people say that fate just happens. What I’m wondering is if that this was our fate. Was this really supposed to happen? It’s not fair! We were minding our business, and then these strange looking people just come uninvited into OUR territory. They have their own place to live. Why couldn’t they just mind their own business? Well, I know what my fate is. I’m going to fight!
Funny, isn’t it? Warfare used to be considered a religious duty. Now we are using it to fight for our lives. To tell you the truth, I don’t think it will help much. Sure, we have spears and bow-and-arrows, but look at their weapons. They have guns. They have swords. Compared to them, all we have is sticks. Although, there is this weapon that might stand a chance. It’s the macuahuitl. It’s a wooden club with sharp pieces of volcanic glass. Like most of our weapons, it is designed for capturing, rather than to kill. You never know, it might stand a chance.
Anyways, here are my final words. This year is the calli, which like I told you before, represents the idea of home. Well now, I have no home. The white people are taking it away from me. Almost everybody I cared about is dead, including Moctezuma Xocoyotzin. He is now replaced by Cuitalahuac. Although you can replace an emperor, you can’t replace the bright blue sky which is now full of smoke and ashes. You can’t replace the plants and the trees which are now burned to a crisp. You can’t replace blood, sweat, and tears that came from hard work. You can’t replace the memories of everything that happened during your lifetime. You can’t replace the love and the hate you once felt. Life is just irreplaceable.
Well, I guess this is good-bye. It’s time for me to fight. I know I can’t replace life, but I will do my best to help restore it.
Sincerely,
Namacuix.
Hello, again
I told You that I will be coming back. Nothing can stop me and my army now. You will never be happy again if you haven’t figured that out. I’m sorry your wife died she seemed real nice.
You are going to fight but you are so puny you can try but you will not succed in pushing us away this time. Your right it won’t help you at all. That weapon won’t stand a chance against my guns and fire power.
You will never get a chance to replace any of that. This is the end of the Aztecs.
Good-bye
-Hernán Cortés-
I hate you! Even though you are defeating me, you could at least give me some respect. After all, I was here first. And I bet your not sorry for my wife. You are just an ignorent coward that never really cared at all!!
I know I can’t push you away. Do you know why? We used to be a peaceful people. We used to have for for religious purposes. Now we are forced to use these weapons to fight for our lives!
It is not going to be the end of the Aztecs! You’ll see. Good always wins against evil.
Bye.
P.S. I HATE YOU.