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.

The founder came on a ship, spotting fertile land.

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.

By her command, the people made it theirs.

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

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

Through the lens, Xinu saw only ruin and despair.

Mictlan's most dreaded vision was now complete.

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

Horrified at the brutality, Chal and Tlaloc railed.

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

The founder fled in the chaos, never seen again.

Alone on his throne, Xinu now felt despair descend.

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

She laid the roots of her greatest masterpiece.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.

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