Colonization {Conquistador!Spain x Country!Reader}

She wasn't a country.

She was more like a young civilization. Nothing was known of using iron tools from where she was from. Labor came from man and man only. The only method of counting was the use of rocks, which also sharpened wooden weaponry. The people of this great nation were skilled hunter-gatherers, the warriors and armed forces skilled throughout the vast lands.

She was a savage. The conquered worked as slaves, or paid the price of labor, perhaps even sacrifice. She did it for the gods that protected her people. Of course, sacrifice wasn't crucial, but for whatever reason, the sight of human blood was still pleasing to her, though she still held her own limits.

She was a protector. She stopped at nothing to protect her people. She would either live and reign as the strongest civilization throughout the known lands, or be taken down by force.

She grew to be an empire, taking down enemy by enemy, Tribe by tribe, spreading her culture, or more people were added to the ones already sacrificed. But for the most part, they grew to love her. She was just perfect.

Then, when the trees of the sea and strange clouds from above arrive at her shore, she isn't the great nation she once was. She became weaker, her prisoners revolted, her empire fell.

All for the sake of becoming a colony.