World to the West

To see the future clear at last, first you gather all the past.

Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.

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

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

Four wise diciples gathered under her word.

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

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

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

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

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

Through the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.

The land became neglected as the great task commenced.

Their beloved people fell by the wayside, forgotten.

Michlan's most dreaded vision was now complete.

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

The founder fled in the chaos, never seen again.

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

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

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

The founder came on a ship, spotting fertile land.

By her command, the people made it theirs.

She laid the roots of her greatest masterpiece.

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

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

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

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

Alone on his throne, Xinu now felt despair descend.

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

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

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

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

Horrified at the brutality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.

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

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

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

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

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