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The Truth and the Lie
The Rising of the Second Sun
Mt. Capi'latsu. This was where Ximalancanthe, the great god of the Capi people, reigned supreme. Here, on his throne, he could survey the entire landscape of the people which he had enslaved. Here, on this peak, was where Mikoven, the leader of the Capi'latsu people, had surrendered the nation to It, as it was foreseen many aeons ago.
It all began many, many years ago, when the first humans roamed the Earth, and when there came a day in which the sky held two suns. This greatly shocked the people of Capi'latsu, as throughout their history they had beheld the Sun as an outpost of good, and while it set after it's failed battle against the night, it would always rise again and win over the evil darkness. They named it Koli, and they prayed and sacrificed in it's honor so that it would always return and never surrender to the bleeding night. It became their first, and only God.
Thus, this sudden appearance of two suns had destroyed the reality the people had come to know. There, high above them, lay one Sun next to another, both the same in size and brightness. Before the people could make sense of what they saw, one of the Suns began to move, slowly, almost a crawl. It went in the direction of it's twin, and began to engulf it, to consume it. The people could only sit and stare in awe, and wonder, if it was Koli who was eliminating this deceiver.
Thus there remained only one Sun again, yet it's brightness was receding. It's yellow coloring began to darken, into a blood red, and eventually into a tar black. Koli had failed! As soon as word had reached the tribal people of Capi'latsu that a great beast had come from the sky in the shape of the setting sun, it was too late, for the sky began to darken and bring forth a rain of fire and ice. Crops burned, lakes froze, and their huts and tents were demolished. Everything they had, lost in the blink of an eye.
The false Sun began to near itself to the Earth, and the people, torn physically and emotionally, could not bear what they were seeing, as they could not understand it, and thus many of them began to kill frantically, out of rage and madness, while others killed themselves outright. The Sun then descended, and, in an area where there lay no human eyes, only death and destruction, the shape-shifter began to morph into it's true form, too hideous for any man to behold. Yet, beneath the rubble, there was a man.
This man was Mikoven. He had survived, though barely, through the onslaught of chaos brought before him by this mad being. The shape shifter, Ximalancathe, immediately felt his presence, and with his powers, rose Mikoven from the ashes and held him in the air, as he proceeded to have his essence enter the human's mind, so that he would not go insane by the mere sight of this abominable, indescribable figure. "You have seen my true form," spoke Ximalancanthe, with no voice, but his essence. "It is you who must face me, you who must cross my path and battle me for reign of this land."
Mikoven did not understand... for how could he fight someone who had swallowed even the Sun? The treacherous shape shifter then brought about himself a flash of intense light, which blinded Mikoven, and as soon as he was able to open his eyes once more, he was on top of Mt. Capi'latsu, the sacred mountain in which the Capi people believed they had first been born from, as it was the closest peak to their once beloved Sun. Here, Ximalancanth set down the human. The shape shifter stood there, his grotesque figure as still as stone, with his many eyes upon Mikoven, peering... waiting.
The absurdity and impossibility of the situation before him could not escape Mikoven's mind. He knelt down, and began to cry, out of frustration and confusing, with tears of inability, not knowing how to fight a God. And when the first tear fell on the ground, it was said that Ximalancanth rose into the sky once more, and brought everything back as it was before. The destroyed, the dead, the sky, the Sun... all returned as it had been before his arrival.
All eyes were now upon Mt. Capi'latsu, and the people's spirit merged with Mikoven, and they felt his presence. There, Ximalancanth the shape shifter descended again and to Mikoven it spoke, "You have seen my power. Now you must kneel before it, or face destruction. I have come to take my place upon you, and you shall be my pawn. I grant you immortality, so that you may serve me eternally." Mikoven, in his last second of humanity, held within his mind a rebellious thought, because he knew he had no choice in the matter. But as it was no proposal, Ximalancanth waited for no answer, and he consumed the soul of Mikoven, and replaced it with his own essence.
And with that, the alien, Ximalancanth the Shape Shifter, became the God of the Capi'latsu people, with Mikoven as his human avatar on Earth. Ximanism was the religion established in his honor, yet, eventually, as years passed into centuries, and centuries into millenia, the truth behind the establishing of Ximanism was forgotten, as was it's history. All that was ever remembered about it's beginnings was that one day, long ago, an age old prophecy predicted that the God of Old, the Sun, would be consumed by a greater being who would take it's place among men.
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