New Spain's face flooded with tears. She slowly looked around and saw that everyone was staring at them. New Spain wanted to ignore them but she knew that it would cause her problems with Spain later on.
"Let me go," New Spain murmured.
"Ch't'aime, New Spain," Canada insisted.
"Ni mits neki, Canada," murmured New Spain, "but, you have to let me go."
"Why, New Spain?" begged Canada.
"I belong to someone else," cried New Spain, "or will you fight for me."
Canada reluctantly let New Spain go who quickly ran away. Puebla got up from the chair and left the reception. After seeing his Sister New Spain for some strange reason looked horrifying like his mother. Spain had told him that they had the same mother so it shouldn't surprise him, but something wasn't right. Every cell in him recognized his mother instantly; he need to find out the truth and only one person could give them… Quetzalcoatl. He walked outside and began to search for Quetzalcoatl. It didn't take him long he found him perched up in a tree. He stared at the stars above him.
"I know you are there, Puebla, just ask me what you want to know," sighed Quetzalcoatl but he didn't turn around.
"What happened to my mother?" asked Puebla.
"She is in there," replied Quetzalcoatl pointing to the building.
"What happened to her?" asked Puebla.
"You want to know why she is only a year older than you?" asked Quetzalcoatl.
"Yes," urged Puebla.
"It happened right after your birth…
Flashback:
"Mexica, push," urged Chiconahui.
"Help my people, the …the city is burning to the ground," whimpered Mexica.
"Aztec Empire, relax Tlaloc will douse the fire," assured Patecatl.
"B-but I can wait, please help them," cried Mexica.
"No you can't, I can feel the baby's head already if…if we leave you…both you and the baby will die," warned Chiconahui.
"Push, Mexica, push!"advised Patecatl.
"AHHHH!" screamed Mexica.
"Nah! WAHH WAHH!" you cried.
"Tell me… tell me it's a boy," sobbed Mexica.
"He is, now rest you know what must be done," reminded Chiconahui.
"Is it… is it the… the only way?" asked Mexica.
"We have no other choice," I confirmed.
"If we don't do this I'll die," Mexica cried.
"You will," I told her.
"What will happen to my people if I do?" Mexica asked.
"They will also die," I told her.
"What about Puebla?" Mexica asked.
"He isn't strong enough to be their country. He'll need you trust me it's for the best," I assured her.
"I don't want to forget you," Mexica cried.
"You have to," I told her.
End Flashback:
"Tonatiuh, Coyolxauhqui, Huitzilopochtli, and myself turned Mexica into a year old child. When she woke up she didn't recognized any of us. We did what we had to," sighed Quetzalcoatl.
"Why did she do that?" raged Puebla.
"You are alive isn't that a good enough reason?" asked Quetzalcoatl.
"What?" amazed Puebla.
Quetzalcoatl turned around and looked at Puebla.
"You are alive because of what your mother did then. If she had died Spain would have also killed you," answered Quetzalcoatl.