Guns, Germs and Steel: Desecration of the Inca Empire

We waited as the foreign men came on large animals, and metal monsters. We were afraid, but for our king, our god, we stood firm. The man climbed up the stairs as he meet our king face to face. He presented our king Atahuallpa with a gift, I felt a small hope that these men were not here to hurt use. As i watched my eyes fixed on the man he reached toward the king, with a swift slap our king pushed the man's had away. I shifted my arrow toward the man who was now an intruder. No one was allowed to touch our king with out permission for a single touch he would lose all his godly powers. In rage he threw down the book and yelled at him to leave. We all stood there and waited as Atahullpa recovered from such a disgrace. A huge noise came rushing toward use, with no order we stood and waited for our king. The men in shiny cloths, and mettle monsters came rushing at use. One of our men shouted “protect the king!”. The only 400 hundred men we had rushed over and stood in front of Atahullpa. The huge animals plowed us into a mound of people dead and bleeding. I was thrown aside as the evil men grabbed our king, and rode off. I tried to stop them but with the my broken leg I couldn't go far. The once beautiful city was burned and in shambles. All our gold taken, and our leader, our king gone. I laid there for what seemed like hours when a few of the neighboring natives came and took me to there small village. I told them of what had happen to the missing king, and how he wouldn't last long with the devil men. The last of the remaining Incas that had escape and survived the fatal attack died of odd diseases the foreigners brought. None of out medicine could help; all you could do was wait for death. I slowly died too along with my people.