Moyolehuani stood on the shoal, chill water lapping at his sandaled feet, and cried.
The men in the metal shirts had come two moons ago. Offering strange gifts, they took only the soft yellow metal that was of no use for making pots or tools.
They were returning to their home with many chests of yellow metal. With them also would go his beloved Yolotli, betrothed to their leader Deeyehgo.
Moyolehuani walked into the deepening water. From the depths of his soul came the sorrow and so in the depths of the sea would he wash it away.