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Nations Apart
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A story of the rise of Aztecs and the Americans, two nations apart.
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This is based off of a game with me and Eqandcivfanatic, we both will write about the nations and world from our, and our nation’s, perspective. Comments are greatly welcome.
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The Fall of the Toltecs and the Rise of Tenochtitlan
The small village, nestled tight against towering foothills, surrounded by dense forestry, and purified by the cleanest river, was fast asleep. The moon was already high in the dark canopy of a sky, and was almost the size of Chalchi’s eyes. Tozani, with Chalchi’s arm in his, observed the homes of the Gods, the tiny white holes in the otherwise desolate sky. A scream jerked his head up from its rest on Chalchi’s smooth stomach, accompanied by a jolt in Chalchi.
“What was it, Tozani?” Chalchi asked, her eyes wide and full of with fear. Shaking his head in ignorance, Tozani examined the sky as he saw a yellow flame skirt across the dark night and settle upon a small hut in the village. Seconds later, the sky was full of these fires. The village was soon engulfed in flames. Women screams and child cries could be heard coming from the village, freezing Tozani where he stood.
“Tozani! Let’s go!” Chalchi yelled, yanking the Aztec from his frozen stare. Running frantically down the hill, Tozani tripped numerous times before they finally reached the charred village. Immediately the two parted, each running to their own family. Luckily for Tozani, the hut his family lived in was on the outskirts of the village, easily found. He was relieved to find his family outside, huddled near a tree. His father ran to meet Tozani, his face expressionless.
“Here are your weapons. Quick, Moctezuma rallies the warriors are the far east.” He said patiently, handing the bow and arrow to Tozani. He himself grabbed a five foot spear, and signaled Tozani to follow him through the burning village. Allowing adrenaline to take over, Tozani dived into the flaming hell, dodging the fire and covering his face. One thing he did notice was the village was evacuated – not once did he find a scorched body or even live people. After what seemed like a day of torture and flame-dodging, the two immediately were engulfed with the cold night air as they stepped away from the last burning hut. Here they were met with Moctezuma, who had twenty or so warriors behind him, most of them clubmen or spearmen. Tozani noticed he was the only archer.
Placing his hand firmly on Tozani’s shoulder and looking into his face, the chief spoke, “Our village is gone. The Toltecs are to blame. They are still here, and we know where. It is our turn.” With that he turned and was swallowed up by the forest. The warriors, along with Tozani and his father, follow suite.
Trudging through the forest and keeping only one eye on the man in front of him, Tozani finally noticed the dead skin on his shoulder. It had been burned, probably while running through the village. Ripping a strand of hide from his chest plate, he rapped the burn as he walked. Screams again jerked him into a battle stance, his attention now fully to the sides of him.
The fighting that followed was a bloody battle over who could kill the most men. The Aztecs were horribly outnumbered two to one, but with burning village behind them and their rage towards the backstabbing Toltecs, they had the attitude to win. The first few minutes saw the deaths of four Aztecs and Moctezuma ordering a regroup after a short retreat. The following hours were full of bloody skirmishes as the Aztecs cleansed the forest as the river cleanses the body. Gory hand-to-hand melee fighting brought down four more Aztecs, but almost double Toltecs were killed. Come the red rise of the sun, the forest was purified with the bodies of dozens. Tozani, his father, Moctezuma and the rest of the tribe trudged back to the village, not a hint of glory in anyone.
The following year saw the rise of the clan of Tenochtitlan, and the establishment of the region’s first city on the ruins of the small village burned that night. Tozani was credited as the hero who began the Aztec empire, striking down twenty or more Toltec with his bow.
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A story of the rise of Aztecs and the Americans, two nations apart.
---
This is based off of a game with me and Eqandcivfanatic, we both will write about the nations and world from our, and our nation’s, perspective. Comments are greatly welcome.
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The Fall of the Toltecs and the Rise of Tenochtitlan
The small village, nestled tight against towering foothills, surrounded by dense forestry, and purified by the cleanest river, was fast asleep. The moon was already high in the dark canopy of a sky, and was almost the size of Chalchi’s eyes. Tozani, with Chalchi’s arm in his, observed the homes of the Gods, the tiny white holes in the otherwise desolate sky. A scream jerked his head up from its rest on Chalchi’s smooth stomach, accompanied by a jolt in Chalchi.
“What was it, Tozani?” Chalchi asked, her eyes wide and full of with fear. Shaking his head in ignorance, Tozani examined the sky as he saw a yellow flame skirt across the dark night and settle upon a small hut in the village. Seconds later, the sky was full of these fires. The village was soon engulfed in flames. Women screams and child cries could be heard coming from the village, freezing Tozani where he stood.
“Tozani! Let’s go!” Chalchi yelled, yanking the Aztec from his frozen stare. Running frantically down the hill, Tozani tripped numerous times before they finally reached the charred village. Immediately the two parted, each running to their own family. Luckily for Tozani, the hut his family lived in was on the outskirts of the village, easily found. He was relieved to find his family outside, huddled near a tree. His father ran to meet Tozani, his face expressionless.
“Here are your weapons. Quick, Moctezuma rallies the warriors are the far east.” He said patiently, handing the bow and arrow to Tozani. He himself grabbed a five foot spear, and signaled Tozani to follow him through the burning village. Allowing adrenaline to take over, Tozani dived into the flaming hell, dodging the fire and covering his face. One thing he did notice was the village was evacuated – not once did he find a scorched body or even live people. After what seemed like a day of torture and flame-dodging, the two immediately were engulfed with the cold night air as they stepped away from the last burning hut. Here they were met with Moctezuma, who had twenty or so warriors behind him, most of them clubmen or spearmen. Tozani noticed he was the only archer.
Placing his hand firmly on Tozani’s shoulder and looking into his face, the chief spoke, “Our village is gone. The Toltecs are to blame. They are still here, and we know where. It is our turn.” With that he turned and was swallowed up by the forest. The warriors, along with Tozani and his father, follow suite.
Trudging through the forest and keeping only one eye on the man in front of him, Tozani finally noticed the dead skin on his shoulder. It had been burned, probably while running through the village. Ripping a strand of hide from his chest plate, he rapped the burn as he walked. Screams again jerked him into a battle stance, his attention now fully to the sides of him.
The fighting that followed was a bloody battle over who could kill the most men. The Aztecs were horribly outnumbered two to one, but with burning village behind them and their rage towards the backstabbing Toltecs, they had the attitude to win. The first few minutes saw the deaths of four Aztecs and Moctezuma ordering a regroup after a short retreat. The following hours were full of bloody skirmishes as the Aztecs cleansed the forest as the river cleanses the body. Gory hand-to-hand melee fighting brought down four more Aztecs, but almost double Toltecs were killed. Come the red rise of the sun, the forest was purified with the bodies of dozens. Tozani, his father, Moctezuma and the rest of the tribe trudged back to the village, not a hint of glory in anyone.
The following year saw the rise of the clan of Tenochtitlan, and the establishment of the region’s first city on the ruins of the small village burned that night. Tozani was credited as the hero who began the Aztec empire, striking down twenty or more Toltec with his bow.
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