Once upon a time an empire flourished in the South American jungle, undisturbed. The natives created an empire built upon the fundamental belief that everyone, no matter their appearance or parentage, can succeed if they possess talent and a good work ethic. This was the philosophy heralded by the empire's benevolent Emperor, a bright young man in his early twenties named Cuntur. Under Emperor Cuntur's leadership, his people entered a glorious renaissance.
Then it happened.
From across the sea they came, yearning for treasure, thirsty for gold - willing to destroy everything in their path in order to satisfy their greed. Emperor Cuntur made the mistake of inviting them in with open arms. He believed that these pale faced men were the human incarnations of the great god, Quetzalcoatl. Cuntur's people paid dearly for this mistake. The invaders brought disease and despair to the native peoples. They stole all the land's riches, leaving nothing behind.
A once wealthy populace was decimated. The only economic industry that survived the invasion was the undignified practice of llama herding. The invaders purposely sucked the life out of a once vibrant people. To add insult to injury, they even broke into the Emperor's palace in the dead of night and defiled his newlywed bride. However, Cuntur's people were resilient and refused to loose hope, even in the direst of circumstances. They slowly began to pick up the pieces, rebuilding their lives from the carnage. Sadly, they all knew that the wounds inflicted upon them by the heartless foreigners would never fully heal.
