Age of Tyrants
Cielida and Llauvo, freed from their bondage, fertilized the new world with the seeds of the old, filling it with elementals and oozes, plants and animals, weather and life. And with the last of the blood and bones and flesh of chicue, they formed two new gods to rule the new world: Mamapala, the Corn Woman, and Borcho, the Hungry Man.
The new gods added new creatures, birds and animals and insects to eat the plants and keep them from smothering the earth and sky and waters. They made vermin and fungi and diseases to cut down the weak and dispose of the corpses. And when the plant eaters and corpse eaters grew fat and numerous, they made flesh eaters to eat the plant eaters.
The gods taught the eaters to fight and think and organize themselves. They became creatures of domestication and hunting and war, growing ever more powerful and clever and violent. The strongest of them became monstrous lords, building mighty armies, crafting powerful weapons, and using clever tactics. The stronger ruled the lesser, and each used everything to gain power. The most powerful even harnessed the gods to rain pestilence and violence on their enemies.
But in their battle, they destroyed the very world they lived among. Their armies and monsters and weapons tore the earth asunder and flung it into the sky. The monsters destroyed their world and were left with nothing but its remnants, floating in the endless sky.
The beasts, flung through the cosmos on broken fragments of sky, cried out for help. The dreaming ghost of Chicue heard their cries and told them that if they wanted back their life and gods, they had to give up their power and accept weakness.
Many refused, preferring to live on the broken remnants of a world than to experience weakness. But others accepted the wisdom of Chicue. They took up the weakness of childhood and aging, of pregnancy and illness and disability. They accepted the vulnerability of loving those which must leave and die. This is the third great sacrifice, and the end of the third world.
The third world lies broken, a floating world of tattered remnants and unyielding monsters.
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