He brought his vision to the founder, and pleaded for her to return.
They had the people take Mictlan, and punish him for his deed.
Chal was shocked by Mictlan's action, and she bade Tlaloc act.
In the end, Chal would call down the sky to end the blue fruit's cycle.
Four wise diciples gathered under her word.
Mictlan, Chal and Tlaloc moved to cast Xinu from his throne.
And he gave the disciples the fruits from the founder's tree.
Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.
A lens he crafted, to see the threads of times unfold.
Chal and Tlaloc loved rain, sun and sky, and each other even more.
Through their power, Chal and Tlaloc gave bounty to the land.
Together they toiled, attempting to change their people's fate.
Alone on his throne, Xinu now felt despair descend.
But the truth of this boon, was yet to be revealed.
Mictlan's most dreaded vision was now complete.
Mictlan loved death and life, and Xinu loved future and past.
The founder came on a ship, spotting fertile land.
Horrified at the brutality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.
No single word from Chal would end Tlaloc's terrible reign.
The founder fled in the chaos, never seen again.
Of the disciples, one felt that his counsel was much overlooked.
Their beloved people fell by the wayside, forgotten.
Then at last the founders' work bore fruit, and in that she had great hope.
He worried for the future, what was to be his final fate?
But Tlaloc's mind grew dark, and the people's gifts would please him no more.
In time, her mind grew powerful, but her thoughts grew dark and grim.
And so the world ended. Just a handful were left to start the world anew.
She laid the roots of her greatest masterpiece.
For long dark years he would use his might to make his wrath known.
The land became neglected as the great task commenced.
Through the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.
So Mictlan rotted in the dark, while Chal and Tlaloc ruled.
The keeper of time, her most trusted one, was appointed in her stead.
By her command, the people made it theirs.
Mictlan, in his anger, struck Xinu down, his endless life now ended.
Xinu ruled as best he could, and the people flourished.