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The Chronicle of Akakor
was confused. They attacked each other like animals. They killed their neighbor and ate his flesh. Truly,
the times were awful."

The terrible period between the first and second Great Catastrophes, 10,468 B.C. to 3166 B.C.
according to the calendar of the White Barbarians, brought my people to the brink of extinction.
Degenerate tribes who had been allies of the Ugha Mongulala before the first Great Catastrophe
founded their own empires. They defeated the armies of the Ugha Mongulala and drove them back to
the gates of Akakor in our year 4130.

"The Tribes of the Degenerated formed an alliance. They said: "How can we deal with our former
rulers? Truly, they are still powerful." So they called a council. "Let us lay an ambush. We will kill
them. Are we not in great numbers? Are we not more than enough to vanquish them?" And all the tribes
armed themselves. They gathered in large numbers. The mass of their warriors stretched further than the
eye could see. They wanted to storm Akakor. They marched in formation to kill Uma the prince. But the
Chosen Servants had prepared themselves. They stood on the top of the mountain. The name of the
mountain where they stood is Akai. All Chosen Tribes had gathered around Uma when the Degenerated
approached. They came yelling, with bows and arrows. They chanted war songs. They howled and
whistled through their fingers. And so they stormed Akakor."

At this point, the Chronicle of Akakor breaks off. Our priests relate that the Ugha Mongulala lost the
battle and Uma was killed. The survivors withdrew into the underground dwellings. The defeat at the
mountain of destiny Akai represents the low point in the misfortune of my people. Like the White
Barbarians who deny the Gods and consider themselves above all laws, the Ugha Mongulala drifted
further and further into humiliation. Confused by this incomprehensible event, they began to worship
trees and rocks, even to sacrifice animals and humans. Then they committed the most shameful crime in
the 10,000 years of my people’s history.

And this is how it happened: When Uma was killed in the battle against the Degenerated Tribes, the
high priest refused his son Hanan entry to the secret precincts of the Gods. He banished him and
usurped the power. Against the laws of the Gods and without the respect due to the Ancient Fathers, he
began to rule the people as he himself saw fit. This was the peak of the era of blood, the period when the
savage jaguar was master.

Why did my people suffer these crimes? Why did the elders tolerate the misdeeds of the high priest?
There is only one explanation. After the departure of the Gods, only certain people were aware of their
Former Masters’ wisdom. The priests no longer passed on their knowledge. They taught the truths of the
Ancient Fathers only to their closest confidants. Their power grew greater as the sacred bequest
disappeared. Soon they alone felt responsible for the events on earth and in the sky. For thousands of
years, the priests ruled omnipotently over the Ugha Mongulala. That is what our ancestors report. And it
must be true because only truth is retained in man’s memory through the ages.

The Second Great Catastrophe
"Terrible is the tale. Terrible is the truth. The Chosen Servants were still living in the dwellings of the
Gods—one hundred years, one thousand years. The sacred bequest had been forgotten. Its script had
become illegible. Their servants had betrayed the covenant with the Gods. They lived beyond all
bounds, like animals in the forest. They walked on all fours. Crimes were committed in the light of day.
And the Gods were grieved. Their hearts were filled with sorrow for the wickedness of man. And they
said: "We will punish the people. We will eradicate them from earth—man and cattle, the worms, and
the birds in the sky—because they have rejected our bequest." And the Gods began to destroy the
people. They sent a powerful star whose red trail covered the whole sky. And they sent fire brighter than
a thousand suns. The great judgment began. For thirteen moons, the rains fell. The waters of the oceans
rose. The rivers flowed backward. The Great River changed into an enormous lake. And the people
were destroyed. They drowned in the terrible flood."

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