Arnold (2)
The bespectacled one flew down in a white eagle and landed in a manner that tore up the local crops and added to the risk of a hard hungry winter. Then he ripped the side of the flesh of the white eagle open and hopped out. Initially it was agreed almost without having to bother with words that this being was a threat, so the locals organised themselves and headed down happily to behead him. The tribes people had never seen such a pale and sickly creature. Perhaps he was a ancestor of theirs who had visited the underworld. Perhaps the creatures of the underworld had drained the colour from him although it seemed as though they did leave some blood behind as he glowed pink when he struggled to drag his backpack from the now seemingly lifeless eagle.
He drew out from his bag strange and magic presents and potions that altogether changed their original idea to tear him limb from limb. They were so fascinated by the magic machines he displayed that they didn´t even notice his mad ramblings in a language that only he understood. He went on and on about this man who was god who was actually three gods but was really only one god and to glam it all up this god or one of his multipersonalities was born of a girl who was actually a virgin. They believed in some crazy myths too but then again they didn´t really believe that Arnold existed and as we all know well, Arnold the little green monster exists.