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

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

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

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

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

The land became neglected as the great task commenced.

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.

Their beloved people fell by the wayside, forgotten.

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

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

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

Four wise diciples gathered under her word.

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.

Through the essence blue, it might grant endless life.

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