"Hello, my name is Nicolás, and I'm very sorry to have bumped into you."
I looked up at the person I bumped into. He was tall, had blond hair, and hazel eyes. Obviously, he was one of the newcomers.
Wait? What do you mean sorry? You're a follower of Tezcatlipoca, why are you apologizing?! Oh. He's waiting for an answer. Oops. "... Hello. My name is... Anacaona. I am sorry to have disturbed you." He paused as if trying to figure out what to say next. "Hello, Anacaona... do you live here?"
"Yes," I replied, "I am a daughter to Montezuma, ruler of the world. My name means 'golden flower', to honour the god Tonatiuh, the sun god."
"I must go now," Nicolás, as I now understood he was called, said briskly, "My commander needs me. Goodbye, Anacaona. I shall see you again."
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The War I Chose To Live
Historical FictionWhen the Spanish soldiers come to conquer the Aztec Empire, one finds someone that changes his life forever.
