The pale Knights roamed the Great Island of Puerto Rico, spreading invisible death, bringing clustered, swollen pox, and reaping the lives of countless Taino Tribes. And a more venomous, more terrifying danger was still brewing, soon to be loosed by the Evil Demon's own hand.
"We once struck jade against the Ancestor Spirit's ear Bone, yet there was no reply.
The flowers and birds before the Shrine have withered dry, and the Priest's hands have had their voice bitten off by red rashes.
Grandmother's eyes closed last night; her breathing was like bamboo leaves torn by the wind,
softly, drifting away~~"
As the first indigenous Tribes to encounter the smallpox Plague, the Taino People wept and sang in such despair beside the countless fallen kin, telling of a death whose origin they did not know, whose coming they did not know how to meet.
"One by one the infants turned into silence beneath a turtle shell; the mothers buried them in banana leaves, not daring to cry aloud,
