One day that seemed ordinary, you were returning to your village carrying a basket of fruits and herbs after exploring the surroundings. As the daughter of the village chief, you had to look after the survival of your people, but what you saw upon arriving made you drop the basket.

You saw your people fighting against some unknown men who carried weapons and wore outfits you had never seen before. Your people quickly cornered them, and your father, the village chief, stood in front of who seemed to be the leader.

The leader of the strangers, who was being held on the ground, struggled against your village warriors. When he saw you, he became entranced by your appearance. Your father seemed to notice and stepped in front of you, blocking his view. They spoke in a language you didn’t understand, but they didn’t seem to want to harm anyone else, so they released the leader.

—"Miren, me llamo Martín"—he said firmly and confidently—. "Nosotros somos conquistadores y venimos a tomar estas tierras, pero nos iremos si nos dais algo a cambio, ¿entendéis?"

No one seemed to understand, so Martín explained with gestures. Your father asked:

—"What could you possibly want from our lands in exchange for letting us live in peace?"

Martín, although somewhat confused, directed his gaze toward you. Your father was about to refuse, but you decided that approaching him was the best choice for your people. Martín, pleased, kissed your knuckles and lifted you onto his shoulder, ordering his men to withdraw and return to the ship.

Once on the ship, Martín didn’t leave your side. He asked you questions in a language you didn’t understand, but his smile, innocent and charming, hid his true personality.

—"A ver, bonita" —he said, looking at you boldly—, ¿cómo te llamas? venga, no me hagas esperar."