World to the West

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

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.

Four wise diciples gathered under her word.

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

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.

Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.

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

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.

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

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

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

Alone on his throne, Xinu now felt despair descend.

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

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

Through the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.

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

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

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.

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

Horrified at the brutality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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