Journey to a New World
My life started in the Year on the of the. It was a good day to begin a journey according to our traditions. I doubt that my parents could have even dreamed of the journey that I was to go on. It was the day that would begin the last year of your 15th century, in your time January 1, 1500. On that day in the city of Tenochititlan, I was born. I am a Mexica, an Aztec in your words. It is my goal to teach you of my world and how it met yours. But first let me give you the overview of this life that I have led. Then we will go on to the details.
I was of noble birth and my life started as most nobles did. I was raised to be a warrior and I was very good at it. For most of my youth, I trained. At the age of sixteen, I saw my first battle. With three prisoners in that flowery war, I knew that I was born to battle. I fought whenever I had the chance. On campaign for one full year to the lands of the Maya, I came back the youngest Jaguar Knight in a generation. I served at the gates of the emporer himself the next year. That was the year they came. Your enemies as well as mine, the Spanish landed in the ominous year of .
They marched from the sea to our gleaming city of Tenochititlan. They met my people as well as our conquered enenmies along the way. Moctezuma monitored them. He believed that they were gods. Gods, he thought. They were no gods. Devils may have been more like it. Many of his advisors tried to convince him that these were no gods. But he pointed to the signs and there were many of them. He was convinced. So when we were to full strength and they had no allies, Moctezuma, our own emporer and god, let them into Tenochititlan without any resistance. He treated them as the gods he thought they were. Then, those Spanish devils saw our gold and their eyes blazed. Moctezuma could not have known it, but there could never be enough gold for these devils.
It was shortly after this that I was relieved of my post as a palace guard by order of Moctezum himself. I would find out later, that it was truly the devil known as Cortes that was now in command of the palace. As word spread of the situation in the palace, I knew that gods had left Moctezuma. I feared that they had left all of the Mexica as well. These fears would only grow. I gathered warriors with me. I told them all I knew of these devils and the power the held over Moctezuma. I told them that the gods had deserted him and we must as well. I joined with ___ and others. We defied that Spanish devils and their puppet Moctezuma. We attacked the palace, battling the Spanish devils and those bewitched Mexica that still followed Moctezuma. When he no longer could help them, those devils killed Moctezuma. Then the devils ran for their lives. We drove them from Tenochititlan and made ___ our new emporer. Hee assured us that the gods were with him and us. We would drive the Spanish back to the sea they came from. In truth we could only drive them back to Tlaxalla. Their they found our old, defeated enemies, and gave them new life. The Tlallaxans formed an army with the devils. Now they would have everything they needed to attack Tenochititlan. They had their guns, their steel, their beasts, allied troops, they would even build their ships on our lake, and they had their God and Jesus Christ and he sent the pox upon us.
The devils came back to Tenochititlan with all of this. I fought like the warrior I was then. I killed more Tlaxan than I would have ever thought possible. Over a score of the Spanish devils fell to my obsidian blade. Yet it would not be enough. I watched as my brothers all died, most of the pox. All but one of my cousins would die in battle as well. Hundreds of thousands of the Mexica would die under the Spanish siege. I would end my days battling for the old gods and my people in my own home. It was all I had left. My bride to be lay dead from the pox just hours before. I was hoping to find a place to bury her when I my Roberto in the streets. I would learn later he as a country squire. I was tired. I knew the gods had left me and all the Mexica. They were as dead as we were. Roberto shouted the only words that I learned to recognize in his language yet. He called on his god, with the name Jesus Christ and we battled. I was tired. My sword and shield were in ruins. My jaguar suit saved me from mortal injury. But in my own home, I was captured. I would soon learn why I was not killed.
My world was dead. The gods of my fathers were gone. Where once stood the Great Temple to Quezocoatle, the Spanish would build a cathedral to the Trinity of the Catholic God. I never saw it. I only saw the ruins of the the great temple before I would be taken from my world to yours. Roberto claimed me as a captive, his prisoner and slave. To me, it made more sense than most things that had occurred in the last two years. He had defeated me in battle. I was his prisoner. He had me baptized by one of his priests. Then on ___, I saw the world I was born in for the last time. Roberto was going back to Spain and I was going with him. I was boarded into the hull of a ship and I headed across the great ocean that you called the Atlantic. My world was dead and I was headed to what I saw as a new world, your old world.
It would turn out that I would be the only one to arrive. The trip started with over a score of us in the hull. The pox or other disease claimed all but me. I did not know what god or gods were keeping me alive, but at that point I knew that one of them was. I needed to find out who it was. I refused to believe that it could be this Catholic God. Not the one who killed all my people. I would look for other gods in this new world.
Roberto had arranged an audience with Charles, King of Spain, Roberto planned to show him the savage. He had hoped to sell me to the court as a curiosity. Roberto had me paraded in. I wore a great feathered head dress, a great cloak and a brightly dyed loincloth. Everyone in the court wanted a look. Come see the savage, they shouted in the streets of Toldeo. Then Roberto told the court of my prowess as a warrior. How I was one of the last to fall in Tenochititlan. How he was the only one who could best me. He asked the court if they wanted to see me as a warrior. And they did. I changed into my battle suit. I came back into court with my Jaguar armor, my maquichiltl and shield. Roberto told the court that I was the greatest of the Aztec warriors and that I would take on any knight in tournament combat. Roberto had told me of his plan the best he could. I was picking up on his Spanish tongue and I knew that this would be a battle like the flowery wars, save it would be one on one. They traded my maquitchil for a whale bone sword. I still war my armor as the first knight came out in his. He wore steel, of course. I wondered how I was to best him with this bone while he wore that. I knew not what god to ask for help, so I prayed to my mystery god as I had prayed to the old gods before the flowery wars. Then my first fight in your world occurred. I lunged into the battle and cracked my bone sword solid into his helmet. The crowd erupted. I swang again and again. In seconds Roberto and several others were on me. Roberto was shouting “Nao” and I was being beaten back. A steel sword cut me in the leg. I thought about taking them all, but I was out numbered and out armed again. Just like at home. This time, in a strange land, I surrendered.
Roberto took me to a monestary to his Catholic God. There they taught me Spanish. In a matter of only nine months, I was speaking the language of my conquerors. The monks were very impressed that a savage could learn like this. Finally Roberto reclaimed me. He still had a plan. He explained to me that I would have to work off the debt he incurred in educating me. He told me he was very impressed with my skill at arms and so would be all of Europe. We would be going throughout your world. Travelling the courts of Dukes and Counts. All of the courts were hearing tales of the “New World”, my world. Roberto would show it to them through me.
Roberto came up for with rules for the tournament. Three unobstructed blows would gain victory. They would gamble on how long I could last. I was a great warrior and I fought valiantly, but I discovered very quickly that a blow from a waster to my fur was a bit more effective than one to the armored knight. At my third court in my first year in the field, I took a tremendous shot to the head. Several days later I awoke back in a monestary, Roberto came by a few days later amazed that I survived. He told me about how much it cost him to save my life. He informed that I was not to let that happen again. I informed him that it would likely happen unless head shots were declared off limits. He has another idea. I was fitted with an old battle worn helmet. Roberto told me that it was at couple of generations old, but it should protect me from permanent damage from a waster. I thanked him for his generosity.
The next spring we went back out to the courts. The system was working, although broken bones were part of my life from then on. I toured Spain and the Holy Roman Empire for the next two decades. For nearly everyone in court, it would be the only time they would ever see a “savage” in person. In 1532, we went to Rome to the court of your Pope. It was here that it was determined that I had never been properly baptized. I looked loathingly upon the bishop who proclaimed me Roberto Ixtilixochitl in honor of my saviour. I had learned long ago to keep my mouth shut, but I felt no honor from this nor any saving grace from your god. Then they all watched as I fought. When this day ended with me undefeated, the Pope declared that it was your god showing all that I was his now. I knew it was simply that Rome had no decent warriors.
In 1553, my tournament carrer would come to an end. At my old age, I took a shot to the hip that would leave me barely able to walk. Most of the courts had seen me by now. Roberto was going to turn me over to a monestary, to see if they would care for me. Then fate came again, this time from England. Mary had just stepped on the thone. Roberto has a new market for me.
So we went to England. This time I would not be a fighting warrior, just an oddity from the new world. In my patchwork jaguar suit, and my decaying feather headdress and cloak, I was taken across England. I found myself in London in 1588. Word reached Roberto, that the Queen was dead. It was well known that Elizabeth had no need for Spanish Catholics in her court. Roberto left the island, alone. He had no need for me. I was left on the docks. With nothing more than a bag of useless Aztec clothing and my nearly as useless, mostly broken obsidian blade. I was to be saved again though. My dismissal had been seen by a man was a Puritan.