They had the people take Michlan, and punish him for his deed.
The founder came on a ship, spotting fertile land.
In time, her mind grew powerfull, 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 diciples, one felt that his counsel was much overlooked.
And he gave the diciples 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.
Trough the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.
He brought his vision to the founder, and pleaded for her to return.
By her command, the people made it theirs.
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 brutiality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.
Chal was shocked by Michlans action, and she bade Tlaloc act.
She laid the roots of her greatest masterpiece.
So Michlan rotted in the dark, while Chal and Tlaloc ruled.
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 terrilbe reign.
In the end, Chal would call down the sky to end the blue fruits cycle.
And so the world ended. Just a handfull were left to start the world anew.
Four wise disciples 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.
Trough the essence blue, it might grant endless life.
But the truth of his boon, was yet to be revealed.
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