So this is a sad story. I know you'll cry at the end. Or you'll be close to crying. Either one works. So, to summerize. This is a short story about a young Mexico, Aztec Empire and Spain. It won't end happy. This is in the last days of Aztec Empire's life. Enjoy and don't cry on your computer.
A little girl stood under a statue. It was the only protection from the rain. Everything else had been destroyed. "How did this happen? I thought we had pleased the God Man?" She wondered aloud. The pale man stood behind her as she laid a small flower by the statue. He took her arm. She started to cry out for her mother.
It had been a week since she arrived at this strange new place. All the people were dressed like decorations. She had lost her long hair. The man had her hair cut. She didn't like the short hair. It annoyed her when her hair would brush her neck. She hated the dresses he made her wear. They took away her agility.
The man was called Antonio. He gave her the name Alejandra or Maria for short. She hated it, it was not her real name. The name the priests and her mother gave her. This was not it. Her real name was Quetzalxochitl. Her mother said that it meant, precious flower or queen. She hated being called Alejandra so, she started to respond to Maria. There were times where Antonio would speak in Nahuatl or have a translator speak, in order to get Maria to reply. She refused to speak Spanish, knowing that it would hurt her people and that she needed to keep the memory of her mother alive.
They had left to visit one of Antonio's friends. His name was Roderich. He stood by a doorway with his wife, Elizaveta. They welcomed the two. Maria glanced at them, but she shrugged and followed her Guardian. Antonio and the other two enjoyed one another's company as Roderich began to play on his piano. Maria looked at Roderich playing the piano. "cuicatl!" Spain smiled, as he understood the word along with five other words. "She likes the music." He explained to a confused Elizaveta.
Roderich had learned about what the little girl wanted. He decided to teach her. Then when she left, Antonio could teach her the rest. She quickly learned a short and easy song and soon could play longer songs. Maria felt proud of her new talent. Although, they could not stay longer, Maria promised Roderich that she would learn and practice.
It had been years since, Maria saw Roderich and Elizaveta. She was excited to see them and to show them how much she had learned since her last visit. When she arrived, she could almost hear her heart break. Roderich stood alone, the was no Elizaveta by his side. She ran to him, allowing him to pull her into a tear filled hug. "I didn't have any time to protect her. I didn't know that someone had broken into our home."
Maria sat and listened to Roderich play the piano. Antonio had passed away a month before, leaving her brother, Lovino to watch other her. She whispered quietly a single name. This was what she called Elizaveta. To Maria, she was Zyanya. In Nahuatl, the name meant Always or Forever. The memory of her mother, Yaotl and that of Elizaveta would live forever within Roderich and Maria. No matter how much Maria had to live through, she knew that war was never the answer. Maria knew never to forget her mother. "Nantli, I will never forget you. Nor will I forget Zyanya. You are both my family."
They spent the night together. Maria had fallen asleep on the floor by the piano. Her dreams were filled with memories of her mother and of Elizaveta, who became a mother for her. Although, her life would be full of trial and torment, she always knew that her family would protect her and watch over her. She went from the carefree Aztec girl to a strong musical woman.
I hope you liked it. Please review but don't be too harsh.