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The Chronicle of Akakor
identical with the sign of death, could be seen everywhere. Up to now, the Ugha Mongulala had witnessed
the tragedy only from a distance. The White Barbarians were fully occupied with ransacking the wealth of
the Incas. Their warriors were afraid of the dense wilderness of lianas on the eastern slopes of the Andes,
and only fleeing Incas crossed the fortified frontier Lhasa had had constructed.

In the year 12,034, the war also spread to Akakor. The Spaniards, as the White Barbarians called
themselves, learned of our capital through betrayal. And because their greed for gold was inexhaustible,
they equipped an army. After heavy fighting with the Tribe of Demons-Terror, the army advanced via the
eastern flank of the Andes into the Machu Picchu region. The high council had to come to a decision of the
utmost importance: war against the White Barbarians or withdrawal into the inner region of Akakor. Prince
Umo and the elders of the people decided on withdrawal, although the warlords and warriors counseled
against it. They ordered the frontier cities to be abandoned and all signs of the capital to be destroyed. Only
small scouting troops were left behind in the abandoned regions to observe the movements of the hostile
warriors and to forewarn Akakor of an attack. This was Umo’s decision. And so it was carried out.

Later events proved Prince Umo’s farsightedness. His decision saved the Ugha Mongulala from a war they
could never have won. But it also condemned the Incas to ultimate extinction. The high council refused the
appeal for assistance by the Inca generals and prepared for a difficult defensive conflict. If there had to be
war at all, it would have to take place where natural barriers would imperil the White Barbarians, in the high
valleys of the Andes and the wilderness of lianas on the Great River. The warriors obeyed the instructions
of the high council. They withdrew from the endangered regions. With heavy hearts, they angrily
abandoned even Machu Picchu, Lhasa’s sacred city. Long columns of porters carried all objects, jewelry,
sacrificial gifts, and stores to Akakor. Then the warriors razed the houses and walls and broke up the roads
behind them. The priests destroyed the temples. The artisans blocked the entries with heavy stones. They so
carefully carried out the orders of the elders that, today even the Ugha Mongulala can only find Machu
Picchu with the aid of maps and drawings. Only the subterranean passages of the Mountain of the Moon
were left untouched. For no one who does not understand the signs of the past is able to reveal the secret of
the Exalted Son of the Gods, Lhasa.
And thus the high priest barred the holy city. He hid the secret of the Exalted Son of the Gods,
of the creator and former, the ruler over the four winds, over the four corners of the world, and
over the face of the sky. And with these words he veiled the secret: "You must stand in the
shadow of your shadow when the eye of the Gods lifts and the earth is still darkened by night.
Then the shadow of your shadow will point the way. It will show you the direction from the
heart of heaven to the heart of the earth."

For a long time it seemed as if the Gods were to spare the Ugha Mongulala from the fate of their sister
nation, and Akakor remained barred to the White Barbarians. Although in their campaigns they advanced
into the region of the headwaters of the Red River, they never passed the forests on the eastern slopes of the
mountains. Their warriors died of the unknown diseases of the Great Forests, or they fell under the poisoned
arrows of the Allied Tribes. Only a single group reached the surroundings of my people’s capital. At Mount
Akai, three hours’ walk from Akakor, a memorable battle was fought which has been written down in the
chronicle for posterity.

It was at the Mount Akai that the warriors met the White Barbarians with their terrible weapons
and the iron warriors of the Chosen Servants. For a long time the battle was undecided. The
armies fought bitterly. Then the Chosen Servants dared to attack. They advanced to the heart of
their enemies. They blinded them with torches. They trapped their legs with ropes. They beat
their heads with stones until blood flowed from mouth and nose. And the White Barbarians
fled in panic, leaving everything behind, their weapons and their armor, their animals and their
slaves. They only wanted to save their lives, and they failed to do even that. Hardly anyone
succeeded in fleeing, and many were brought to Akakor as captives.

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