“I was reading a book, but not any book. The ones that were given to us by the sentinels. A guidebook for the power they wanted for us.” Ochore sighed. Recalling the moment, he opened the book. The light shined from the book as it gradually dimmed, revealing words. “The spark of will” he said, reading the heading.

  His eyes moving from it to the guide below it that read, “read the whole paragraph out loud to connect with artifact” he sighed, straightened his back and thought “why the extra steps if he just had the book? Why did he need to connect with? And what the hell is an artifact? Are my clothes artifacts? Is my underwear one? I’ll try to set aside the questions til I find one of those angelic looking things that gave me this book.”

  Ochore began reading as loudly as he could. Instructed by the book to do so. His words flowing out of his mouth in a way it never had before. With every sentence. His body becoming feathery light. He felt every word as if it meant the world to him, truthfully. It did, but painfully it awoke a memory, a sound. A bellowing screech. The sound that had taken everything away from him. The ocean of sharp fangs lined up in circles. Endless. He wished to never remember. But the words were making him. Whispering to him. nudging and prodding him. He was in his childhood home, why there? The whispers did not stop. They grew larger and larger. It was there with him, tired by his inaction. The angry whispers turned into words, into yelling. “DON’T SAY THE WORDS. DON’T SAY THE WORDS. NEVER SAY THE WORDS. SAVE YOURSELF FROM THE BEASTS THAT SMILE…D08ON’T… Sy-THE ..WO-RD…Sssshhhhhhhh.” it was quiet again. The vision he had whilst reading the book was gone. He never thought he would be in that dreadful place again. Why there? why did the hear a voice yelling at him in the vision? And why did it tell him to not read the words? Especially when he was already done with reading. Ochore was curious about the words of the book? Should he read the words again?

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  “I should. Just for good measure. It will way better on my conscience if the book is not cursed.” Taking a loud inhale and exhale.

  “The world ended and brought forth a coming of new worlds spliced together into one huge world. One that housed different countries, more than a dozen continent, hundreds of thousands of languages, millions of different cultures and hundreds of different races and sub races. This will bring forth a great era of conquest.

  Minds will be opened for the first time to the idea of magic and other sources of power and those that saw it were forever changed. The source. A shared but different vision of something. For some it would be a light, others a place, a colour, some it would be shining weapons or buildings and for others it was words. But it all culminated in the creation of one thing, progressive professions. It took everything into account, memories, dreams, desires, fears, traumas and prievous professions and skills. The conscious thought to create, to fight, to love, to make and to preserve. Those ideals create sparks of will.

  Thus, giving rise to unimaginable outcomes.