Chapter 9
It had been a two week since the white’s arrival. Ahexotl was going to work in the shop that day, and it was his turn to watch Omecihuatl, so Xoctol was free to do
whatever he wanted.
Xoctol decided he should call a meeting with his resistance group. Most of them had tried to get in the army but were denied because of status, so they took the name the “Denied.” Xoctol counted five sets of one hand in the Denied. They had furtively been trying to hinder the whites in every way. But they needed to be very insidious. If they were caught they would be instantly killed. They weren’t professional soldiers and knew nothing of fighting. But Xoctol had been trying to change that. He had gotten one of the Jaguar warriors to begin to train them. The Jaguar warriors were also restless and would help in some ways though they doubted Xoctol’s resistance group could accomplish much. Xoctol watched the training with a determined eye, thinking about more ways they could hurt the notorious whites without being wiped out. After the training session Xoctol relayed his thoughts. They were discussed but nothing was decided. They made plans to meet again later then they broke up going one at a time to not cause a distraction. Xoctol headed off down the street through the brindled dark. The only sound on this becalmed night was his footsteps on the pavement. Everything had been going perfectly according to Xoctol’s plan. His soldiers had begun their training, and his creations at the shop were almost finished. He reached the door to his house and stepped inside, his father
Ahexotl would not yet be asleep so he yelled. But the only reply was his echo. He
frowned but shrugged it off and went up to his room for some sleep.
Chapter 10
Cascades of tears flowed down Xoctol’s wan face. His eyes filled with pain as the
picture went through his mind over and over again.
He had awoken that day to find that Ahexotl and Omecihuatl had still not arrived. He was now thoroughly aroused from sleep, but confused. He went running out the door to search. Fear begin to creep into his mind at the disturbing thoughts but he abandoned them, nothing had happened he assured himself. They had just gotten lost on the way home in the dark. He knew it wasn’t true but he continued to fill his mind with lies all the way as he rushed on towards the gold-smithy. He finally reached it and found blood on the flap door. He shoved it reproachfully and went inside. His eyes filled with pain at the horrid sight before him.
The bodies of Ahexotl and Omecihuatl lay in pools of blood. His heart began to burn, the tears from his eyes began to splash to the ground. The scent of dried blood was in the air as Xoctol fell to the ground in grief. His face filled contorted pain as he stared at the lifeless bodies of his family. He found it difficult to get up as torment weighted him down. He finally staggered to his feet, and stared down at the bodies. He walked over to them. He could see the gapping holes from the sword thrusts, but he was even more horrified to find his mother’s body under the bodies of his sister and father. That explained the reason they were late. She must have surprised them so they had sat down to talk. Then the whites had come and ambushed them. He dried his face and tried to pull himself together. They didn’t need someone to cry for them he thought, they needed someone to get revenge for them, and if need die for them.
Xoctol’s raging spirit returned at this thought. He would avenge his family! Yes, the whites would soon learn to fear the name of Xoctol!
Chapter 11
He smiled because the whites hadn’t found anything. They didn’t find the secret room where the metals were stored. And so the whites had made an enemy of Xoctol for no reason. So he put himself whole heartily into beating the metals into a blade. He had made an alloy that makes a strong metal, and had begun making it into swords for his men similar to the white’s ones. This would even the odds he thought.
Meetings with the Denied became everyday now and Xoctol spent his time figuring out plans. They had sent messages to other cities asking for volunteers to destroy the whites. Few were interested but some joined because the soldiers of other towns were restless for battle. Xoctol’s group grew to 10 hand counts. He had moved the meeting place to his home now that it was empty. He needed the room and his house
could be more easily defended.
Xoctol wasn’t the only one angry at the whites, mini resistance group were
springing up all over the city. Hundreds of people, angry over dead loved ones, and
others who wanted freedom back were organizing. The whites must have also noticed the
changes for they were no longer capturing gold without risk. The Aztecs were beginning to fight back. The whites hadn’t lost many men but being resisted was what scared them most. They knew that the Aztecs out numbered them by over a million and so the whites started to fortify the palace. Strengthening the walls and training the men.
Chapter 12
Xoctol heard shouts out in the street. It sounded all too familiar. But by now Xoctol was looking for any information to help him in his quest for revenge. He was almost at the point of insanity at all the hate he was building up. He went into the street trying to appear calm. There was a crowd gathered and so he pushed his way up to the front. There he saw some whites leading a girl into the palace. Xoctol couldn’t recognize her unless she turned but the whites continued leading her forward towards the gates. She kept struggling and the whites were getting frustrated when suddenly a shot rang out. The girl fell and Xoctol gasped when he saw it was Mayauel. The volcano that had been building up for weeks in his heart erupted and he rushed towards the whites. He knew they had planned it and the dumb confused looks on their faces didn’t fool him. He knew they were trying to teach the Aztecs not to resist. He went forward in a fury only possible by a man who’s lost everything, but the Aztec crowd held him back. He struggled but it was useless and he was eventually forced to calm down. The whites went back into the palace and shut the gates with contempt. Xoctol shoved away from the crowd and ran back into the gold smith shop muttering vindictive curses and promising revenge.
Rocks crashed against the sturdy walls of the palace. The group of Aztecs yelled angrily, they were poorly armed but were to mad to continue to let the whites persecute them. Xoctol watched from a side street reticent to join. He watched the riot and knew that it wouldn’t succeed anything. The noise disturbed the whites inside the palace and one shot his gun. The Aztecs ran for cover and screamed because the new sound frightened them. Xoctol had heard enough gunshots now to not be worried, because he saw it was done simply to scare the rioters off. The last couple of weeks Xocotl had been trying to calm down, not in his plans or passion for revenge but merely in his attitude. He understood the foolishness of what the rioters were doing. What the Aztecs needed was a little more patience. Let the whites continue in their ways. They were only succeeding in weighting themselves down with gold and angering the people. Within a few weeks the entire city would be a rage, and then they would crush the whites no matter what the cost. Yes Xoctol smiled, it would work, it would have to work. He had slowly begun to unweave the intricate plan that would return freedom to the Aztecs.
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I apologize to everyone whose been waiting for the next part, I didn't realize people read this
Chapter 8
The city was in state of confusion and disbelief when the news arrived. The
whites would arrive in less then a day and no one knew what would happen. Should they try and keep the city because they still out numbered the whites? Or should they let them in and hope they were only after the gold. Xoctol’s mind was set for a resistance. He was confident that the Jaguar warriors could hold their own against the whites, especially because they weren’t in an open battle. But he stood alone. Neither his father nor his sister agreed with him. They, like the emperor, were still awed by the destruction of the main body of troops. The emperor decided to act benevolently, at least until the strength of the whites was known. Xoctol sighed dolefully. He knew how truculent the whites were, and they wanted gold, glory, and blood. Letting them into the city would only bring destruction to the Aztecs.
Xoctol remained calm though, he had began to understand the whites and their
strategy in war. He began secretly trying to obtain metals to make their weapons. He also started to meet with his friends to begin a resistance group in case things went wrong.
By now, the whites had been at the city for three days, and things had started to go
wrong. They had set up in the emperor’s palace, which was the sturdiest place around and it had walls. The emperor had treated them graciously and given them provisions and gold, but that was only feeding wood to the flame. The whites had also began relations kindly, but they soon started to search ravenously after gold. Word was coming from all different parts of the city of dead bodies found in gold-stripped houses. And tempers had begun to flare between the Jaguar warriors and the whites. They were under the emperor’s command not to fight but they were becoming restless. The emperor had tried to calm the whites with more presents but they were just becoming crazed with greed.
The persecution continued but Xoctol tried to keep his mind off of it. His family
wasn’t rich and he was confident they would be one of the last ones to be robbed.
But one thing he really disliked was that he and Ahexotl had to take turns watching
Omecihuatl at the gold smithy to keep her safe. His father had continued to work in the gold smithy but he had given Xoctol time off. Few people were having anything made of gold because of the white’s greedy ways, and so his father and he switched on and off working in the shop alone or sometimes with Omecihuatl. They didn’t have much to do but Xoctol had thought of ways to use his time when it was his turn at the shop. The coming of the whites was a problem that needed to be solved. But so far it looked as though they would be able to survive the crisis.
Chapter 9
It had been a two week since the white’s arrival. Ahexotl was going to work in the shop that day, and it was his turn to watch Omecihuatl, so Xoctol was free to do
whatever he wanted.
Xoctol decided he should call a meeting with his resistance group. Most of them had tried to get in the army but were denied because of status, so they took the name the “Denied.” Xoctol counted five sets of one hand in the Denied. They had furtively been trying to hinder the whites in every way. But they needed to be very insidious. If they were caught they would be instantly killed. They weren’t professional soldiers and knew nothing of fighting. But Xoctol had been trying to change that. He had gotten one of the Jaguar warriors to begin to train them. The Jaguar warriors were also restless and would help in some ways though they doubted Xoctol’s resistance group could accomplish much. Xoctol watched the training with a determined eye, thinking about more ways they could hurt the notorious whites without being wiped out. After the training session Xoctol relayed his thoughts. They were discussed but nothing was decided. They made plans to meet again later then they broke up going one at a time to not cause a distraction. Xoctol headed off down the street through the brindled dark. The only sound on this becalmed night was his footsteps on the pavement. Everything had been going perfectly according to Xoctol’s plan. His soldiers had begun their training, and his creations at the shop were almost finished. He reached the door to his house and stepped inside, his father
Ahexotl would not yet be asleep so he yelled. But the only reply was his echo. He
frowned but shrugged it off and went up to his room for some sleep.
The city was in state of confusion and disbelief when the news arrived. The
whites would arrive in less then a day and no one knew what would happen. Should they try and keep the city because they still out numbered the whites? Or should they let them in and hope they were only after the gold. Xoctol’s mind was set for a resistance. He was confident that the Jaguar warriors could hold their own against the whites, especially because they weren’t in an open battle. But he stood alone. Neither his father nor his sister agreed with him. They, like the emperor, were still awed by the destruction of the main body of troops. The emperor decided to act benevolently, at least until the strength of the whites was known. Xoctol sighed dolefully. He knew how truculent the whites were, and they wanted gold, glory, and blood. Letting them into the city would only bring destruction to the Aztecs.
Xoctol remained calm though, he had began to understand the whites and their
strategy in war. He began secretly trying to obtain metals to make their weapons. He also started to meet with his friends to begin a resistance group in case things went wrong.
By now, the whites had been at the city for three days, and things had started to go
wrong. They had set up in the emperor’s palace, which was the sturdiest place around and it had walls. The emperor had treated them graciously and given them provisions and gold, but that was only feeding wood to the flame. The whites had also began relations kindly, but they soon started to search ravenously after gold. Word was coming from all different parts of the city of dead bodies found in gold-stripped houses. And tempers had begun to flare between the Jaguar warriors and the whites. They were under the emperor’s command not to fight but they were becoming restless. The emperor had tried to calm the whites with more presents but they were just becoming crazed with greed.
The persecution continued but Xoctol tried to keep his mind off of it. His family
wasn’t rich and he was confident they would be one of the last ones to be robbed.
But one thing he really disliked was that he and Ahexotl had to take turns watching
Omecihuatl at the gold smithy to keep her safe. His father had continued to work in the gold smithy but he had given Xoctol time off. Few people were having anything made of gold because of the white’s greedy ways, and so his father and he switched on and off working in the shop alone or sometimes with Omecihuatl. They didn’t have much to do but Xoctol had thought of ways to use his time when it was his turn at the shop. The coming of the whites was a problem that needed to be solved. But so far it looked as though they would be able to survive the crisis.
Chapter 9
It had been a two week since the white’s arrival. Ahexotl was going to work in the shop that day, and it was his turn to watch Omecihuatl, so Xoctol was free to do
whatever he wanted.
Xoctol decided he should call a meeting with his resistance group. Most of them had tried to get in the army but were denied because of status, so they took the name the “Denied.” Xoctol counted five sets of one hand in the Denied. They had furtively been trying to hinder the whites in every way. But they needed to be very insidious. If they were caught they would be instantly killed. They weren’t professional soldiers and knew nothing of fighting. But Xoctol had been trying to change that. He had gotten one of the Jaguar warriors to begin to train them. The Jaguar warriors were also restless and would help in some ways though they doubted Xoctol’s resistance group could accomplish much. Xoctol watched the training with a determined eye, thinking about more ways they could hurt the notorious whites without being wiped out. After the training session Xoctol relayed his thoughts. They were discussed but nothing was decided. They made plans to meet again later then they broke up going one at a time to not cause a distraction. Xoctol headed off down the street through the brindled dark. The only sound on this becalmed night was his footsteps on the pavement. Everything had been going perfectly according to Xoctol’s plan. His soldiers had begun their training, and his creations at the shop were almost finished. He reached the door to his house and stepped inside, his father
Ahexotl would not yet be asleep so he yelled. But the only reply was his echo. He
frowned but shrugged it off and went up to his room for some sleep.
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