Atahuallpa's servant

This is a story inspired by the mysteries presented in chapter 3 of Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. All due apologies for not posting this story earlier I have been having technical difficulties.

I always served my king Atahualpa very dutifully, I was there whenever he needed me and likewise my fellow servants did the same. One day after returning from a trip to another land that Atahualpa had befriended, we got a strange message from a very pale looking man, he spoke in gibberish that my king did not understand. Confused my king decided that we should go meet them seeing as they might be gods. We did not fear gods so we went in all the glory and honor so as to show our appreciation of the gods. We carried litters filled with our priests and our healing men, and Atahuallpa of course. We dressed Atahuallpa in his finery and placed him upon his litter, then I as well as 19 other men picked up Atahuallpa and carried him upon our shoulders, although the litter was heavy we carried this burden with grace and style, we were proud to be the official carriers of our king Atahuallpa. When we got to the center or the meeting ring of Cajamarca a short pudgy little male god clothed in black approached my master bearing a book in his hands. Like the other strange looking gods he also spoke gibberish.

The fat little man god handed my Attahuallpa the book and then proceeded while Atahuallpa was looking at this gift to try and take it back. Attahuallpa was bewildered and astonished that this "god" was trying to to take back the gift. Surely the gods knew that you were not to take back gifts that you had bestowed upon a king. Angered, my Atahuallpa rapped the god on the knuckles and gave the god what he wanted; his book back. My king threw the book upon the ground and watched with confusement as the little fat god grew red in the face and started yelling in gibberish. then all of a sudden men or gods flew at us from all angles they started hitting us with shiny sticks that drew blood, they called them swords. Then the men came towards us and started to slay those of the loyal servants that held up Atahuallpa. Then one after another of my brothers fell, I yelled at the servants that cowered in corners and commanded them to help me hold my king up as it would be a dishonor to let our king fall. So immediately men replaced the ones that had fallen and we stood by our king in his peril. Other of my fellow brethren had taken to saving our healing man and holy men. Alas, it did not work as they suffocated the men underneath. As I watched in horror as to what was happening to my fellow brethren I saw a god advancing upon me his shiny stick pointed towards my heart, then I thought "I will soon be stripped of my life not long later Atahuallpa be stripped of his.What ever had we done to anger the gods?" I had always thought that it would be an honor to die for my king. I wanted to die for my king and you know what?...... I did.