Las Dias Tristes

July 1, 1520 “La Noche Triste”, Tenochtilan, Aztec Empire

Hernán Cortes and the Spanish tried to escape from the grand city of Tenochtilan with the treasures they had pilfered. The warriors did well in reclaiming the treasures, but the Spanish escaped… leaving many warriors more grievously wounded than the tizitl could handle effectively.  They had sent Citla Tecpatl to retrieve the grail to heal the warriors, but once she had retrieved it from the palace and stepped outside, the four monks that accompanied Cortes had come at her. She knew she could have fought them, for a time at least, but the cup in her hands was willing her to run. And so she did. She had no idea how she had made it out of the city and across the causeway, but all she could think about was the need to keep running, and keep the grail safe. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t run back to where they were healing the warriors, instinct perhaps… or maybe it was a grail… she didn’t really have time to think about it, she just needed to keep running. When she thought she could run no more, she saw a small cave opening and though she had no idea where she was she felt drawn to it. She entered and nearly collapsed of exhaustion and then noticed the underground spring, she dipped the grail in the water and drank. When she emptied it, she fell into a deep sleep and the cup fell into the water… drifting to where ever it was bound.

July 2, 2006 Just outside of Mexico City, Mexico

She woke… not quite remembering what had occurred. She remembered being told by the tizitl to fetch the grail, and remembered approaching the place where it was held, but nothing after she picked up the holy cup. She looked at her reflection in the dim light of the cave and saw she was naked, her clothes were gone, but she did not yet understand the significance. She broke through the underbush that covered the entrance of the cave with her dagger. When she did, she realized that she was on the foot of the Volcano Popcatepetl, but instead of jungle and the grand site of Tenochtilan that should have greeted her, she saw trees yes, but just beyond them was appeared to her as strange block shaped buildings.

She was immediately confused and decided she needed to investigate. When she arrived in a small town, she instantly became aware of the fact that she was naked. People were staring and pointing, and they themselves were dressed in clothes that were strange to her. Then she was suddenly aware of the fact they were speaking the language of the Spanish. A chill went down her spine, her people had failed.  She tried speaking in Nahuatl to them, afraid that they may not know what she was saying. To her great relief someone replied to her in her tongue, though it was different somehow, she could still get the rough meaning. She tried to explain herself, but as she looked at the confusion on the woman’s face, she realized she had no idea what had happened herself. She ammended the explination to “I am lost and my clothes were stolen.” This got a response and she was taken in, and given clothes and food, for which she exchanged for some of her training in healing.  She picked up Spanish fairly quickly, which surprised her somewhat, though her surroundings were strange enough as it was. She spent a year in the pueblo coming to grips with the world around her to a degree she thought she could handle before she left to see what her home had become.

July 2, 2007 Mexico City, Mexico

She hadn’t been ready for what she saw. The lake was gone, most of the city as she had known it was too. People were starving, dying in the streets… it pained her in the worst way possible. Her people may have sacrificed the blood of their enemies in what would be considered dark rituals… but they never let their people become so downtrodden. She let her frustration, her empathy and all the mixed emotions that had overtaken her and expelled them as a wave of green healing energy that swept over a three mile radius… and then she collapsed, falling into the comforting blackness.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s