《CRIMSON MOON (SHORT CHAPTERS)》Chapter 201: La Llorona y El Conquistador (The Weeping Lady and the Conqueror) part 2
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Aztec Empire…
Cortes and Marina married but Marina needed to leave her village because it was against the rules, she began to move along with the voyagers, with her help the voyagers venture into deeper Mexico where they encounter the powerful Aztec Empire. Marina received the name La Malinche because some of the natives considered her a traitor even if the Aztec Emperor Montezuma accepted the voyagers as “Heavenly” people who return to earth and Marina was considered the “chosen one” because she was the only one that understood them.
Moctezuma II was the Emperor in charge of the Aztec Empire. He was a muscular man with long hair wrapped around an indigenous crown. He had brown skin, brown eyes and black hair. As the Emperor, he wore a unique garment that consisted of a blue and white mantle that included the royal insignia.
“WELCOME TO THE EMPIRE! OH MERCIFUL SAVIORS'' Moctezuma welcomes Cortes and his men with great joy..
“We are here to be your humble servants and provide you with knowledge of our own…” Cortes kneels before Moctezuma.
“From now on, we’re brothers…Marina, you are now my daughter!” Moctezuma and Cortes exchange licor and treat themselves as friends.
Moctezuma heads walks and presents the Cortes and his followers to the Aztec Empire:
“MY PEOPLE, IT IS WITH GREAT HONOR TO PRESENT YOU WITH THE PEOPLE SEND BY THE GODS…HERNAN CORTES AND HIS FOLLOWERS!”
(CLAP CLAP CLAP)
People cheer and celebrate, Moctezuma also presents his new daughter; “HER NAME IS MARINA AND SHE WILL BE KNOWN AS MY NEW DAUGHTER! SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN COMMUNICATE WITH CORTES AND FOR THAT SHE WILL BE KNOWN AS LA MALINCHE!”
The Conquistadors were permitted to stay in the empire and Cortes became an ambassador for the Spanish and Aztec relationships. Cortes and Marina stayed in a house outside the empire in a small island in the middle of Lake Texcoco where she gave birth to two children: Xochitl Monroy Cortes, and Adihe Martin Cortes.
For 10 years the relationship between the voyagers and the Aztecs went very well, the Aztecs trusted the voyagers and vice versa, many of the sailors had kids with the Natives as well creating the new race Mestizos.
During that time Marina got into contact with 5 Aztec Deities, she also became their translator, once a month she would go to the altar on top of the temple in Teotihuacan where she would bring offerings to the Gods.
However one night near the city of Tenochtitlan:
Cortes and Xochitl walk down the road; they approach the little bridge that connects the island. Xochitl holds a little flower and playing with her father:
“Daddy, daddy look, look this is a pretty flower right?”
“Yes, it's a nice flower mija. We should hurry or mommy will get mad.”
Cortes replies, smiling at her daughter. Suddenly, Cortes sees that in the beginning of the bridge there was a woman standing there with the resemblance of Marina.
“Mommy what are you doing here” Xochitl runs towards her however she passes out.
“XOCHITL!!” Cortes screams as he runs towards Xochitl.
“Don’t worry she is only sleeping, I need to talk to you” The woman that resembles Marina says to Cortes.
“Marina what are you doing, where is Ahide?” Cortes asks.
“My name is Malintze, not Marina and I am your wife. Remember, we have a child named Martin and here he is” Malitntze extends her arm to the right side as a boy comes out of the tree, the boy is 6 years old, has brown skin with yellow eyes. He walks towards him saying:
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“Hola Papá”
Cortes looks at the resemblance, he falls into his knees with tears in his eyes; “How can this be, I don't remember you, you are mistaken, I have only two children with me.”
“Of course you don´t, it is best for you not to remember.” Another woman comes out of the tree; she is wearing a red dress with a veil covering her face.
“Who are you?” Cortes asks, shaking.
“They call me Isabella, but I am not important right now…right now, you must take responsibility for your son and wife...” Isabella puts her hand on Martin’s head.
“Why is this happening, what did you do to me?”
“Nothing, six years ago while you were on an expedition you met Malintze and you fell in love remember.” Isabella replies as she chuckles. Cortes looks up with rage:
“No I don´t! I only love Marina !.” Cortes takes out a sword and charges towards Isabella. Isabella raises her arm, paralyzing Cortes. Wind gathers speed as Isabella and Malintze walk towards him:
“Listen, you are the chosen one, you will conquer this land in the name of Spain, it is your destiny.”
“That's right Capitan, you will be our guide.” Two men come from behind, both of them white skin but one with red eyes and one with green eyes.
“Who are you?” Cortes asks with a shaking voice.
“We are your subordinates, and in two days, when the eclipse is up in the sky covering the moon and tainting it red, the conquest will begin.”
Isabella approaches him. Cortes struggles but his body is paralyzed; “What are you dong?Let me go…”
(BAADDUMMMP BAADDUUUMMPPP)
Isabella kisses him in the mouth making his eyes shine red:
“Do you understand now?”
“Yes I understand, I am the Conquistador” Cortes replies with a determined expression.
“Good, now then, time to go,” Isabella says to everyone around Cortes.
Cortes loses consciousness as the others slowly disappear.
“PAPA, PAPA” Xochitl calls for Cortés.
Cortes wakes up looking at Xochitl, he looks at his surroundings and hugs her:
“Hija, thank goodness you are alright.”
Cortes walks into his house thinking whether what he experimented was a dream or not:
“What was that? Who were those people?”
“Papa, is something wrong?”
“No…everything is alright, hija…:
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The night after, Cortes sees the moon remembering the things the Red Witch said to him. He grabs his head with his eyes closed thinking what he should do. Marina touches his shoulder, surprising him.
“What´s wrong Cortes, you look nervous, did something happen?” Marina asks with a worried face.
“Nothing Marina, I was thinking that we should run away to the North.” Cortes says looking at the water.
Marina laughs: “You are kidding right? Now, tell me what's going on?” Cortes looks at Marina with a nervous expression:
“I am not kidding, let's run away now; the four of us let's get out of here.” Cortes grabs Marina´s both shoulders causing her tremble:
“You´re making nervous Cortes, please tell me what's going on?”
Cortes lets go of her and walks to the water saying; “Tomorrow night there will be an invasion from my people.”
Marina looks at him frightened, asking:”Is that true?”
“Yes I was informed yesterday, please let´s get out of here, I don't want to lose you”
Cortes says with tears in his eyes.
“I need to inform the others about the attack.” Marina runs to the door, Cortes stops her:
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“They won´t believe you Marina, I tried telling Montezuma but he laughed believing it was a joke.”
Marina looks at the sky; “We will leave this place, just the four of us but I need to go to the temple to inform the Gods.”
Cortes at first denied the idea but later agreed. He looks at Marina:
“Alright, tomorrow at sundown I will be waiting for you here and we will run away before the attack.”
Marina hugs Cortes with confidence while he looks worried.
Meanwhile…
50 km east from the Capital, The Conquistador with red eyes gathered all the natives into the reunion. They gathered Natives from various places who were under the control of the Aztecs. In a platform made of wood stands the man with red eyes, and the man with green eyes.
“Good evening, I am “Guerra” and this man is “Conquista” and we want to discuss something with you!” The man with great eyes says to the Natives.
“We are going to attack the capital tomorrow night, are you tired from being part of their empire?”
The man screams, making the Natives doubt, he then continues to explain: “Join us to defeat the evil Montezuma and reclaim your land.”
The Natives at first rejected the idea, but then one of them says: “He's right, we need to free ourselves from them.”
“Perfect” The man with red eyes says to the man with green eyes.
He lifts his sword and chants; “Fiesta De Guerra” (War Party)
Red shock waves come out of the sword passing though all the Natives, the Natives change into black with red corneas. They begin to scream calling for war.
The man with red eyes says: “Now then tomorrow night is “La Conquista”!!!” (The Conquest) The natives begin to cheer for the man with red eyes as he says; “We are the followers of Cortes.”
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Lake Texcoco…
“We're going daddy” Xochitl hugs Cortes. Cortes hugs her tightly:
“Goodbye my flower please don´t forget that I Love You!”
He hugs Adihe as well; “Protect your sister with your life…please, don´t forget about me” Adihe looks at him confused; “Okay I will, but we will see you again in the afternoon”
“I´ll be back, please wait for us.” Marina hugs Cortes. Cortes kisses her in the mouth as he says; “I Love You!”
Marina, Adihe and Xochitl went to the temple; Marina put flowers praying for the safety of her people.
At the same time…
In the house on the island, the chairs, the tables and everything inside the house is in pieces. Cortes is in his knees punching the ground screaming:
“Why, why me, why do I have to do this?”
“It is because that is your true nature.” Cortes looks up with frightened eyes looking at himself with red eyes; the whole room turns black with the furniture white.
“What’s happening, am I going insane…am I losing my mind…why am I doing this?”
“We are conquistadores, it is our mission to show these animals who is in charge.” The red eye Cortes laughs.
“No, you’re wrong I will run away to the North with Marina and my children.” Cortes replies. But his other self laughs harder:
“Those aren't your children, you only have one child, Martin, now the time has come, stand up and face me.”
(SSSLLLASSHHHHH)
Cortes stands up with rage to confront his other self but gets stabbed with a sword. The Red eyes Cortes gets closer:
“It is time Cortes or should I say; Hernan Cortes”
The real Cortes slowly turns to ashes crying; “Marina, Ahide and Xochitl, please forgive me.”
Hernan wakes up with his eyes red, stands up and Malitze and Martin are in the house with him.
Malitze looks at him; “Are you ready?”
Hernan smiles with an evil glare; “¡Es la hora de la conquista!” (It 's time for the conquest!)
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At the royal palace…
As the sun sets…Montezuma prepares himself to go to sleep…
“Ahh…this is relaxing…” Moctezuma walks to the outside to see the setting sun. Suddenly, someone enters his room. Moctezuma feels a killing intent and immediately takes out his dagger:
“Who 's there?”
“It’s just me, father…” A woman walks towards him; “Marina…don’t scare me like that…”
“I came here to warn you that there is someone who is attempting towards your life…”
Moctezuma chuckles and turns around without looking at Marina; “Oh, and who is it that will try to kill…”
(SSSSLLLAASSHHH)
Marina stabs Moctezuma’s back. Moctezuma falls into his knees as blood comes out of his mouth. Marina laughs; “I am the one who will kill you…”
“Marina…why?”
“Hahaha…now die…” Marina prepares to kill Montezuma.
“Stop, Malintze…that’s enough for now…” Malintze stops, Moctezuma observes a woman in a red dress entering the room; “Good evening, Lord Moctezuma…my name is Isabella, and I came here to negotiate with you…”
“W-W-Who are you? Where are my guards?”
“Fufufu…your guards are right here…” Isabella chuckles as ten men enter the room. The men have hollow eyes and kneel before Isabella.
Isabella goes towards Moctezuma and heals his wound. Moctezuma looks confused; “Why are you doing this?”
“I need you to give me the location of the Golden City…”
“Golden City? I don’t know what you are talking about…”
“Fufufu…no need to lie, I have my methods to know…” -SNAP- Isabella snaps her fingers and the guards hurry and grab Moctezuma, putting him in chains; “Stop it…why are you defying your king?”
“Our king and savior is Cortes…” The guards reply, leaving Moctezuma confused. Isabella puts her hand on Moctezuma’s head, she closes her eyes and chants; “Aperta Memoria'' (Open Memory)
After a few minutes, Isabella opens her eyes and smiles; “It appears that you erased your memories…well, no matter…I saw someone that knows…”
“Marina…” Moctezuma opens his eyes wider. Isabella walks to the door. Moctezuma opens his eyes wider as Hernan Cortes stands. Moctezuma screams; “CORTES, BROTHER…RUN AWAY!”
Isabella walks towards Cortes; “Are you ready? Your generals are waiting…”
“I am…the Conquest will begin…”
Moctezuma looks frightened; “CORTES…ANSWER ME!”
“SHUT UP…YOU PIECE OF TRASH! FILTH DOESN’T HAVE A VOICE”
(BBBAANNNGG)
Cortes shuts Moctezuma on his leg. Isabella stops him; “Now that’s enough…time for the conquest to begin…”
Isabella opens a portal and both of them disappear. Cortes appears in front of the city. Guerra gives him his horse; “General, we are ready…”
Cortes looks at about 500 men of both Spanish and Indigenous origins; “Perfect…”
Cortes lifts his sword:
“MEN, WE HAVE GATHER HERE TO FREE THOSE FROM OPPRESSION OF THE AZTECS…TONIGHT THE AZTEC EMPIRE WILL FALL!”
“YYYEEEAAAHHHH!!!”
The signal was launched as the Conquest began…
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