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The Chronicle of Akakor
               And they set out. They reached the edge of the ocean, the ships of the White Barbarians. The
               bearded strangers received them kindly; they were clever. They gave them fine clothes and
               shining pearls. They gave them these as tokens of friendship. And the Wan-derers lusted so
               much for these gifts that they forgot the bequest of the Gods. They submitted to the White
               Barbarians. So their alliance with the Chosen Servants came to an end. Lhasa had established
               it; it had been sacred. Now it had lost its value, and only bones were left. But the bequest of the
               Gods is greater. It is stronger than the betrayal of the Allied Tribes. Its essence is not lost, nor
               can it pass away. The image of the Former Masters cannot be extinguished—not in a thousand
               years, never.

         The betrayal of the Allied Tribes endangered the lives of the Ugha Mongulala. In order to confuse the
         superior forces of the enemy, Akakor used cunning. Chosen warriors in the war paint of the rebellious tribes
         attacked the advance posts of the White Barbarians. They killed the enemies and left behind them signs of
         the deserting tribes. The White Barbarians took cruel revenge for what they believed to be the attack of their
         allies. Soon a great and confusing war had broken out between the White Barbarians, the tribes that had
         deserted Akakor, the savage peoples, and the Ugha Mongulala. The Tribe of the Wanderers suffered the
         heaviest losses. Almost all of the people were butchered. The Tribe of Tapir Killers fled to the mountains
         north of the Great River. The Tribe of the Glory that Grows had no choice but to submit to the rule of
         Akakor.
               Terrible was the fate of the rebels. Their faces and their bodies, their very souls, were red with
               blood. Their shadows roamed the land restlessly. They suffered every kind of pain. They were
               killed. No one’s life was spared. The penalty for their falseness was death. They had false
               hearts, black and white at the same time. And they paid for their betrayal with death.
         The final decline of my people began with the desertion of the Allied Tribes. Like a horde of ants, the White
         Barbarians advanced ever further. If a hundred of them were killed, a thousand followed. They built cities
         and settlements and established their own empire on the lower reaches of the Great River. A new order
         emerged, which excluded the people of the Chosen Servants and was against the bequest of the Gods. A
         time of darkness began in which only the terrifying sound of the flying dogs’ wings and the hooting of the
         owls could be heard. But before the darkness spread to the borders of Akakor, it descended on the sister
         nation of the Ugha Mongulala, the Akahim.



         The Struggle of the Akahim

         Since the time of the Exalted Son of the Gods, Lhasa, Akakor and Akahim, the sister city in the mountains
         of Parima, had been allies. For thousands of years, the Ugha Mongulala and the people of Akahim had
         exchanged gifts. Embassies regularly visited one another’s courts. Their warriors fought together against
         hostile tribes. Only the arrival of the Goths in the twelfth millennium brought some tension to the fraternal
         bonds. The Akahim were afraid of the terrible iron arms and thought the Ugha Mongulala wanted to subdue
         them. Akahim broke off practically all relations. Scouts of the two empires met only rarely to exchange gifts
         and sacrifices and to reconfirm friendship and peace.

         The landing of the White Barbarians at the mouth of the Great River gave a decisive turn to the fate of the
         Akahim. Allied Tribes betrayed their empire to the alien warriors. They equipped ships and went in search
         of the mysterious city. The Akahim were faced with the same dilemma as the Ugha Mongulala eighty years
         before, when the empire of the Incas collapsed: The choice was war against the White Barbarians or
         withdrawal into the mountains of Parima. In order to avoid a bloody war, the high council decided on
         withdrawal. But when the 130 elders of the people gave the order for peace, something unheard of
         happened: The women resisted this decision. They overthrew the high council and assumed power
         themselves. Under the leadership of courageous Mena they forced the men to take up bows and arrows and
         to meet the White Barbarians.





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