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by WeirdestArrow

by WeirdestArrow

Prompt: Indigenous People

"I didn't think he would fall. My son. He seemed...he seemed so strong, and like he was only getting stronger. I'm sure you know how that feels." Quechua said to the man beside her. Nahua let out a little laugh, but there was pain in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to lose them all that fast, that's for sure. My entire family is just...gone. I thank any being who showed me mercy that Mexica lives. And Tlaxcaltecs, even though he helped to kill them," Nahua said, staring up at the endless sky above. "I dream of a different world, where they never happened, or where we won a little, where we all got to live. Ciudad looks so much like Aztec Empire. Did you know that?"

"No. The ones we have now always look a little too much like the ones we lost. Peru is so much like Tawantinsuyu. At the same time...he's so much like him," Quechua said.

"It's a very different world. I knew we were always meant to live through change, but...I didn't ever think it would be this bad," Nahua said before sighing.

"I never did. If I went back in time and told myself even a few years before they came...I would have never believed it." Quechua said, tears welling in her eyes. The pain had numbed, but at the same time, it felt like she had lost her child only yesterday.

"Neither would I," Nahua said, "But at least we have people who understand the loss. I would not be able to face this alone. Losing so many empires, and then...I'm glad we're still here, at least. To keep their memories alive."

"Me too."