Muturu was something he kept in the back of his mind. He had heard reports of the savages--no, natives--causing a ruckus and burning down the settlements in the area from a friendly tribe he met. Something snapped inside him as he remembered his father's murder. Enraged, he took his army and marched on the settlement, burning down everything and cutting down every non-European-looking person he or his men could find, regardless of age, gender, religion, or any other distinction. To him, they were all savages. Nobody escaped his wrath.
When he came out of his rage, there was nothing left to save, nobody left to save. The colonists luckily were sent to a safer location during his rampage, but he regretted that the savages were given no time to embrace the Gospel. He had doomed all of these souls to Hell. Wait, did they even have souls in the first place? It was a question that kept nagging him from the back of his mind. At least he saved the colonists. At least they were good Christians.
He had known Montségur from the letters his father had written to him. He never thought that he would be meeting the man in person. Then again, he never thought that his father would be murdered by savages.
They met in the jungles of Brazil, the name that several colonists had started to give to this new wilderness. Montségur was slightly younger than him, but much more experienced in dealing with natives. His expedition was quite diverse compared to Miguel's army. Miguel found himself chatting with Aurélie, a native noble from a kingdom west of the great forest, high up in a high mountain range somewhere. There was Sacajawea and her European husband Marti, though Sacajawea didn't appear to look like the natives in the area. Maybe she came from somewhere north or south of here?
Before they parted ways, Miguel to attack the Castilians and Montségur to continue exploring, Montségur handed an old suit of armor and a sword to him.
"This was your father's," said Montségur, "It seemed only right to hand them over to you, as you are his son."
Miguel thanked Montségur, taking the items. Inspecting the Roman sword, he wondered what savage hands had handled it before Montségur had taken it back. He vowed to uphold the legacy of his father.
He hoped they could meet again and work together to continue his father's search for the Seven Cities and the Fountain of Youth.
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"Well, this never gets old," said Miguel as he swung his sword at a Portuguese, cutting down the man quickly and quite painlessly (for a sword stab), "Some things never change."
His army had charged out of the jungle and assaulted the enemy defenses, which were mostly pointed at the coastline since "Nobody expects the Aragonese Inquisition" to charge from a jungle where out of thousands of men only a handful had come out. The soldiers were overwhelmed quickly as the Aragonese stormed the settlement. To the enemy soldiers, they cut down any who did not surrender or flee immediately. Despite this colony and the neighboring ones being a Castilian settlement, there were strangely no Castilian guards around.
"Those Castilians and Portuguese multiply like cockroaches," he muttered, "Push them out of Europe and they'll only relocate to somewhere else in the world."
The colony fell quickly, followed by the others. The Portuguese made attempts to liberate the colonies, but they were easily pushed out by Miguel.
The colonists were shown mercy. Miguel ordered his soldiers to not loot anything or touch any Castilian colonist. He knew that Aragon sought to take control of these colonies, and he wanted them to understand that Aragon was much better than Castile. Though he was merciful, he was also firm. Any who resisted Aragonese occupation was arrested and put through "enhanced interrogation techniques" developed by the Inquisition. Any guilty persons were summarily executed in the middle of the settlement as examples to be made of those who defied Aragon. The war ended soon after the colonies fell, and Miguel was hailed as a war hero by some in Syracuse but mainly in the New World.
With the war over now, he could finally turn his attention back to exploration...
