World to the West

He brought his vision to the founder, and pleaded for her to return.

Of the disciples, one felt that his counsel was much overlooked.

They had the people take Mictlan, and punish him for his deed.

Chal was shocked by Mictlan's action, and she bade Tlaloc act.

The founder came on a ship, spotting fertile land.

By her command, the people made it theirs.

Mictlan, in his anger, struck Xinu down, his endless life now ended.

In time, her mind grew powerful, but her thoughts grew dark and grim.

Through the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.

Chal and Tlaloc loved rain, sun and sky, and each other even more.

No single word from Chal would end Tlaloc's terrible reign.

Mictlan's most dreaded vision was now complete.

Alone on his throne, Xinu now felt despair descend.

Horrified at the brutality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.

Together they toiled, attempting to change their people's fate.

Xinu ruled as best he could, and the people flourished.

Mictlan loved death and life, and Xinu loved future and past.

She laid the roots of her greatest masterpiece.

He worried for the future, what was to be his final fate?

The founder fled in the chaos, never seen again.

So Mictlan rotted in the dark, while Chal and Tlaloc ruled.

The keeper of time, her most trusted one, was appointed in her stead.

Mictlan, Chal and Tlaloc moved to cast Xinu from his throne.

But the truth of this boon, was yet to be revealed.

Then at last the founders' work bore fruit, and in that she had great hope.

The land became neglected as the great task commenced.

In the end, Chal would call down the sky to end the blue fruit's cycle.

Their beloved people fell by the wayside, forgotten.

And he gave the disciples the fruits from the founder's tree.

Four wise diciples gathered under her word.

And so the world ended. Just a handful were left to start the world anew.

A lens he crafted, to see the threads of times unfold.

Through their power, Chal and Tlaloc gave bounty to the land.

Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.

But Tlaloc's mind grew dark, and the people's gifts would please him no more.

For long dark years he would use his might to make his wrath known.