First Book of Prophecy, Prologue.

Maiya, The Mercifulto Everyone

The urge to run overwhelmed my spirit tonight when I sat down next to the stone.

A wave of ambivalence contorted my heart -- sadness and fear mixed with elation and

alacrity as I watched the flames swirl within it once again.

What is its meaning and why am I the only one to see them?

Sitting and meditating on the question, I came to a possibility that these hallucinations

were artifacts. But what man would bother to reveal such a hack through my stone?

No, this was not a man-made event. It was undeniably Godlike, I realized, and this

was when I felt the urge to flee. The adrenalin pumping through my veins, I grew

weary and tried to close my eyes...

All I see are the flames, flickering violently in my mind -- my sleep is broken

promptly. It has been 3 days since I last slept.

I pray to the heavens to remove this cursed insomnia that even I cannot undo.

This dementia ... is so curious...

I wonder...

Maiya, the Prophet

Written by my hand on the 4th of Agamnion, in the year 1070.