"There Goes the Neighborhood"

The leaves crunching beneath my feet, my pace begins to pick up as I try to catch up with the others, The images of trees blur past the side of my vision until there is none left to blur.Once I reach the end of the beach, I see where the stories of the massive beasts began. All of my fellow Taino tribesman stopped dead in their tracks and stood there, watching the pale gods emptying from their holy vessels. We watched them land on our beach, walking on our sand and all I could think was how blessed we were to have these godly men walking on our land. The oldest of our tribe, the tribes leader, walked towards him while the rest of us young watched him and felt his bold presence with every step he took closer to those men. He stared them down, studied them as he studied animal tracks in the summer. He then spoke to one of them, a man speaking to what seemed to be a spirit of a man, with a brown crown upon his head. The two spoke, but did not seem to understand one another, until on of our own came from the vessel. He spoke in both our tongue, and theirs. He told us not to be afraid, that these were beings of a peaceful manner, and we presented them with gifts, precious to our people. 

This was more than two months ago, and in the time that the beings left, the ones left behind showed their true form as monstrous, evil men. They began to live on our land, but not as we did. They destroyed the very essence of nature itself, cutting down its trees, killing its children with no honor and corrupting the women to the point that we had to fight back. It wasn't long until more of them landed, but it was too late when we realized that these were not spirits, but mere men with the power of destruction beyond our comprehension. Treating them as gods was our mistake, but corrupting the balance of our world was theirs.