On Easter Day 1722, the Dutch Admiral Jacob Roggeveen came upon a quiet island which at the time had a population of approximately 4,000. We carved a petroglyph of his mighty three-masted ship. He not only encountered my people, but also our mystifying, strong sentinels. We called our island Rapa Nui, but Roggeveen called it Easter Island in honor of the day he arrived. When Roggeveen encountered the colossal statues their purpose was uncertain to him, but when Captain James Cook voyaged to the island in 1774, he was told that the statues may have been erected each time a king died.

After Captain Roggeveen's visit, frequent clan wars occurred and many of the great statues were toppled ever. During the 1800's it was recorded that the majority of my people were taken to Peru to work as slaves. "On Easter, Rogeveen's own landing party inexplicably opened fire on the bewildered islanders, leaving 12 of them dead and more wounded." This is what happened when the Europeans came to my world.