Personal Narrative-Homicide

It was what seemed like an ordinary day. The sun rising over the horizon, the birds singing, and a noisy crowd in the center of the village. A few feet to the right of the village was the shore, toward where I was walking along with others; suddenly, we encountered something never seen before. From far, one could see what looked like tiny floating mountains. Out of amusement, we ran to the shoreline only to find out the mysterious objects were enormous boats; huge in comparison to the ones from the village.
Moments later as they approached our sandy land, I was able to see only men of white complexion descend. Their clothing covered their whole bodies along with ridiculous shiny metal over their clothes. The majority had beards and carried