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The Chronicle of Akakor
The New Prince

Three days after his death, Sinkaia, the legitimate prince of the Chosen Servants, was buried in the Great
Temple of the Sun in lower Akakor. The priests carried his body, adorned with gold and jewels, to the
graven niche which with his own hands he had hewn out of the rock, and they walled him in. Then, in the
presence of the closest confidants of the prince, the high priest pronounced the prescribed words:

Gods of the heavens and of the earth who determine and rule man’s fate, Gods of permanence
and of eternity, princes of eternity, hear my prayer: Accept him in your realm. Do not forget his
deeds, the deeds of the great Prince Sinkaia. For his life returns to you, Gods. It now obeys
your orders. It will never leave you. It will continue with you, in the realm of eternity, in the
realm of light.

During Sinkaia’s burial, ominous signs appeared in the sky. The Ugha Mongulala warriors suffered heavy
defeats. The Allied Tribe of the Serpent Eaters renounced Akakor and went over to the side of the White
Barbarians. The rainy season came with such violence that even the eldest of the people had never
experienced anything like it. Despair and fear spread through the Chosen Tribes. Under these signs, the high
council assembled to elect the new prince and legitimate ruler of the Ugha Mongulala. According to the
bequest of the Gods I was summoned to the throne chamber of the underground dwellings, and the council
questioned me for three days and three nights on the history of the Chosen Tribes. Then the high priest
escorted me into the secret regions of lower Akakor. Now my destiny was in the hands of the Gods.

I entered the secret temple complex in the early morning shortly after sunrise. Wrapped in Lhasa’s golden
garment, I descended a broad staircase. It led into a room, and even now I cannot say whether it was large
or small. The ceiling and walls were of a bluish infinite color. They had neither beginning nor end. On a
hewn stone slab were bread and a bowl of water, the signs of life and death. Following the high priest’s
instructions, I knelt down and ate of the bread and drank of the water. A deep silence lay over the room.
Suddenly a voice that seemed to come from everywhere commanded me to rise and to go into the next
room, which resembled the Great Temple of the Sun. Its walls were covered with many diverse strange
instruments. They shimmered and glittered in all colors. Three large slabs sunk into the floor glowed like
iron. For a long time I stared wonderingly at the strange instruments. Then I again heard the mysterious
voice. It led me still further and deeper into a third room. My eyes were so dazzled by the bright light that I
took a long time to recognize a sight I will never forget. In the middle of the room whose walls radiated the
mysterious light stood four blocks of transparent stone. When, filled with awe, I was able to approach them,
I discovered in them four mysterious creatures: four living dead, four sleeping humans, three men and one
woman. They lay in a liquid that covered them to their breasts. They were like humans in every
respect—only they had six fingers and six toes.

I cannot remember how long I stayed with the sleeping Gods. I only know that the same voice called me
back to the first room. It gave me advice full of wisdom and revealed to me the future of the Chosen Tribes.
But the voice forbade me to talk about it at any time. After my return from the secret temple complex
thirteen days later, the high priest greeted me as the new legitimate ruler of the Ugha Mongulala. The
people were jubilant: I had passed the trial of the Gods. Nevertheless, the exultation of the Chosen Servants
hardly touched me. I had been impressed too deeply by the mysterious creatures. Were they alive or were
they dead? Were they the Gods? Who had placed them there? Even the high priest did not know the answer.
The secret temple complex of lower Akakor contains the knowledge and the wisdom of the Ancient Fathers.
They only surrendered part of the bequest to us. They preserved the ultimate truth, the actual secret of their
lives.
Such were the Gods. They possessed reason, knowledge, and farsightedness. When they
looked, they saw everything: every grain of dust on the earth and in the sky, even the distant
hidden things. They knew the future, and they planned according to their knowledge. Looking
ahead in night and darkness, they protected the fate of mankind.

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