There had been foretellings, ancient tales about mystical beings. In appearance beyond comprehension to mortal minds. Sometimes bringers of terrible wraith, sometimes a hand of help in desperate times, the land itself would be reshaped by their mere presence.
Every person in the village lifted their eyes, and beheld, the being descending from the sky. His body was the color of purest snow, face like lightning, eyes like flaming torches, his arms and legs gleamed red by the color of the dawning sun.
In everybodies mind there was only one thought, one possible response.
The beings voice was heavy as lead, "I have come to-"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Would you-"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Please, could you-"
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"JUST STOP SCREAMING!"
"..." Soft thuds were heard as they fell to the ground. As lungs were expelled of air, their brain shouldered the mantel of responsibility and continued the screaming internally, paralyzing them.
Some of the small children, who didn't understand what all the fuss was about, now saw their parents falling down. For all apparent reason killed by this foreign creature, and out of a mixture of fear and terror started to cry.
'soft sobbing'
"Good, now I have come here to-"
"WAAAAHHHHHH!" As soon as one started the rest follow suite, until it was like an orchestra of badly played violins.
"Oh, for crying out loud. I give up!" said the foreign creature and descended again into the sky. After having spread it's message of fear and terror!
First contact would have to wait until another time.