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  Bencrea   Prologue   Year: ?    The ceremony is about to begin. All of my research will be put to the test. I pray to the  Essence that my visions are true.    It has been a century since I began my experiment, yet I seem to have aged half of that.    My five elder apprentices are gathered over the frame, where we intend to finally open The Door. They too, have aged slowly, yet not at the same reduced rate as I. Huddled throughout the library are our followers –  nine-hundred and ninety-nine in number, excluding myself. I can still recall when each of them joined our troop, since every addition was considerable significance.   The city alarm bells toll above us. I have completely sealed the entrance to our cave beneath the library, and the entire structure is set to collapse on our leaving. The false trail I have left is sufficiently complex (one-hundred years developed) that I am satisfied it will confound detectives until only superstition remains of what happened here today.  No human must ever know.    Still, doubt pierces my heart like an arrow. Every night these past few weeks I have replayed in my head what madness I believe in, and have led these people to believe.    I take a deep breath as I prepare to set down my pen. For I know after I do, I must plea the deepest and strongest prayer I have ever asked.   Why was I chosen to be the most powerful man in history?    Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 1: The First Sign   Sade    A strong gust of wind, warmed by the spent summer day rustled through the open window. It made the long drapes dance, and their tips tickled Sade’s face as he slept. He shot awake, punching at the air, expecting to find his twin younger brothers harassing him with some prank. Fumbling for his glasses on the bedside table, he quickly placed them on his nose. There was no one there; he was alone in his bedroom.   Licking his dry lips, Sade looked around the room now that he could see. His white sheets glowed with moonlight, and a silver halo outlined each bedpost. Beyond the edges of the bed the light descended into darkness, which consumed the rest of the room. Sade held up an arm to keep the dancing drapes from whipping him in the eye. He snaked his head under them to peer outside and was struck by the brilliance of the full moon.   It lit up the leaves of the great oak tree in his backyard. The tree house nestled in its topmost  branches seemed a castle in the sky, with clouds woven behind it in such a way that the structure seemed to float upon them. The creeping woods beyond the perimeter of the yard groaned in the  wind, as if the brilliance of the full moon was keeping them awake. Beyond the forest, the rolling hills of Prima Valley were crowned with moonlight like snow-capped mountains, and the cows  that wandered the hills were apparent, their white hides illuminated. Suddenly Sade felt wide awake. He slid from the bed and stood.   Save a chest, a dresser and a bed, the room was bare of furniture. In the day the carpet was tan and the walls pastel green, evoking a muted jungle. But by moonlight, white, black and silver painted the room a lucid dream. Maybe he was dreaming, Sade thought.   He puttered over to the corner, and knelt down in front of the chest. It was cracked and old, as it had been his grandfather’s before him, and his   grandfather’s befor e that. On its front was a large  brass seal, which no longer served any use from years of rust and decay. Sade wriggled it open  with difficulty, and propped the heavy lid against the wall.   Inside the chest were a few books, some old toys he couldn’t find t he heart to part with, and some clothes that bore the rips and stains of childhood adventures. Sade fingered through the  books, eyeing their titles and wondering why he had never read any of them. The Lineage of  Kendesses, A Year on Mount Looui, The Caretaking of Exotic Plants … Sade closed the lid of the chest and placed the three books on top of it so he would remember to read them later.   It was one of Sade’s favorite Bencrean legends. Kendi, charged by the Librarian with being the first queen of the barbaric Fifi tribe of warriors, had attempted to rule her people peacefully. However, the Fifis’ age -old enemy tribe, the Beavers, took this opportunity to launch an attack on the capitol city. Kendi was inexperienced at war, and the Fifis suffered devastating losses. The tribe only managed to survive by withdrawing to their castle, and raining arrows down on the invaders. After that, the former ruling tribesmen, all warmongers, impeached Kendi and cursed her methods of peaceful ruling. She was heartbroken, and left the Fifis to go live in the mountains, famously departing with only a sword and the clothes on her back. It was never discovered what she did there. Meanwhile, the Fifis rebuilt a vicious army, fueled by rage and resentment. Kendi returned from the mountains on the first day of what was destined to be the  bloodiest war the world had ever seen…   Just then, a strong gust of wind sent the drapes reeling, and the pages of the books fluttered rampantly. Sade closed his eyes and smiled as the warm night air rush over him, until the gust settled and the pages came to rest. The Lineage of Kendesses  stood atop the stack and Sade  began to read.   The world scale hung precariously over darkness, when Kendi pulled her battered body up the hill of the white tree. She rose with strength she could not have possessed, and surveyed the bloody battlefield in despair.    A crimson sun rose, steaming with rage. Screams and clashing metal cut through the silent morning like the blade of a Ka’thul. Tears streamed from Kendi’s eyes, as she wept for the limitations of a fool’s hope of peace. After a moment of hesitation, she thrust her sword into the air, and a burning pillar of light erupted from its tip. The beacon grew rapidly, incinerating  Kendi’s very flesh and bones. From its brilliance, the sun itself shied its face…    With such a taste of the outdoors, he couldn’t stay inside any longer. A mischievous smile bro ke over his face, and he decided to see what adventures would befall him in the night.   He advised himself not to take the route downstairs, past his parent’s bedroom, because he’d  been caught sneaking out a few nights before. His mother slept lightly for weeks after such an event. Not that Sade was ever behaving maliciously, which she knew. The only explanation for his mother’s prolonged alertness was that she found sport in catching her children acting mischievously. And she was very athletic.    No, being thirteen years of age and having used the stairs for years, Sade decided to try a more mature method of escape. He hopped back up onto the bed. Planting his hands firmly on the  windowsill, he stuck his head out the window and looked down at the two stories beneath him. The siding of his house was cedar with a thin coating of white paint, which he imagined would provide some friction should he outright fall. Three feet to the right of his window was a gutter,  which would probably break and cause a raucous mess. He hummed in thought, surveying the  very blank wall of his house for any sort of thing to grab on to. Finally, he spotted something that was too twisted to be a wire, and too thick to be a string. It was a small vine, snaking it’s way up the side of the house and nearly reaching the roof. Sade praised the garden below for sending such a gift. Though after all, he personally tended to the garden with the utmost care and love.   The only problem was, this vine looked so frail and young it would snap should a mouse try to climb it. If only Sade could touch the vine, he could help it grow a little faster…   Grabbing the top windowsill with both hands, Sade stepped up onto the lower sill. He now stood entirely in the window frame, knees bent horribly so his gangly body could fit inside. Curse the growth spurt he’d experienced this past year, he thought. He then lowered his legs out the open  window, spinning around and gripping the lower sill with the extent of both arms. To a passerby, he might’ve looked like a burg lar trying to pull himself into  the house. Sade underestimated the frailty of his arms, as they quivered violently trying to support his weight. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow, and he wondered if abandoning the mission and pulling himself back inside was even possible at this point.   Repelling the doubt from his mind, he slowly extended his right arm from underneath his chest, reaching toward the vine. Now, all that supported him was his quivering left arm. His toes were pressed firmly against the side of the house, stuck from sweat and friction. Sade’s fingers inched closer and closer to the vine, until they finally brushed the tip of a leaf, then wrapped around the leaf’s stem. He hoped the leaf wouldn’t snap, because it was as close to the vine as he  could get.   Then, Sade shut his eyes and made himself as calm as possible. He thought only of the vine, feeling it’s life force humming beneath his fingertips. It was a young plant but strong, and ambitious. As his mind delved deeper, the vine’s story beca me known to him. He saw the days and nights it had endured crawling up the side of the house, and when the insects and heavy rains had nearly destroyed it as a bud. Then, Sade asked the Essences of sunlight, water and earthen nutrients to come to his aid, so the vine could absorb them. After a few moments, as Sade’s lips whispered words of prayer he could not comprehend, warmth began to emanate from under his fingertips. His request had been granted.   The leaf tickled Sade’s fingers, wriggling gaily as it gr ew. It brushed past his arm, pushed by its growing stem. New stalks sprouted as the vine’s core thickened, and from each stalk tendrils emerged like worms from the earth when the rains came. The tendrils gripped the edges of the house’s siding like tentacl es, their hairs sticking firmly to the cedar. The splitting of one stalk into two and two into four sounded like grass being ripped from the ground over and over. After several seconds, the sound began to dwindle and the vine stopped quivering. It made a light hissing noise as the active elements in the air dissipated. Sade marveled at the healthy adult vine that now stood before him, it’s core as thick as the trunk of a small tree.   It was now that Sade noticed the pain in his left arm, and his sweaty fingers began to slip. He almost yelled in alarm, but remembered his sleeping parents in the adjoining room. Using his last bit of strength he swung his legs toward the vine, letting go with his left arm and launching  his body through the air. He flailed his arms wildly in front of him, ripping off a few leaves  before his hands closed around two solid stalks.   Sade clung for several seconds before realizing his eyes were closed. He opened them, and reminded himself not to do that when he was afraid. After all, a situation never betters by averting one’s gaze. Exhaling the deep breath he had been holding in, he slid himself slowly down the vine, switching movement between hand and foot the way one would descend a rock  wall.   Finally, he felt blades of grass with the tips of his toes, and collapsed on the ground with relief. From this position, Sade could admire his beautiful creation. The vine was enlarged by the dramatic moonlight, its leaves appearing almost transparent with the light coming down from above. It was bigger than he had realized initially, and he wondered if anyone would notice that a large vine had sprouted up overnight, right outside his bedroom window.   He shrugged off the thought, and decided to enjoy the triumph he felt instead. As long as the  vine remained undisturbed, Sade had a new way to escape from his bedroom during the night. Bowing to the vine in thanks, he turned and sprinted gleefully across the yard.   Though ominous to a stranger, the forest behind Sade’s house didn’t frighten him. It was just large enough that he could still find himself confused by a fork in the path once in a while. The trees looming over him were old, even older than the town itself. So old that Sade, expert in all things flora, couldn’t identify their genus. He had asked his mother once, but since had forgotten. Their branches were thick and twisting, and covered in moss. In the moonlight they gleamed silver, like everything else, but during the day they bore a dusty and ancient brown hue.   Sade realized he had gotten lost, pondering about the trees. After wandering for a bit he spotted the big-rooted tree, whose roots were so tall and curved they created a small cave. Sade had hidden in this cave many a time, usually to avoid doing chores. That tree was near the edge of the forest, so just a few yards South and…   Sade burst through the final layer of bushes, and was greeted by open air. He took a few steps forward, to stand on top of the hill that marked the edge of town, where he had spent many days sitting an contemplating life. The hills of the Valley were visible from his house, but seeing them  without the mess of forest and backyard in the picture was an inspiring sight. A gentle breeze rippled through the grassy hills like water, causing the reflecting moonlight to mimic waves on a silver ocean. The cows, scattered about the hills, were glowing. Sade imagined they were the spirits of animals, come to graze in the privacy of the night. The rush of wind was the only sound, and something about the silence kept Sade from humming or singing as he normally  would. He felt that even a gasp or a sigh would create a disturbance, and shut off the mystical quality of the night.    Ah the fields, endless like an ocean and equally mesmerizing. The openness elicited dreaming, and unlocked Sade’s imagination. He often daydreamt here, of places he’d only heard of in stories. White sandy deserts with magical oases, crimson cliffs where the night sky was violet, and ships that flew across miles of endless ocean. Sade walked down the hill, and found a spot in the grass where he could lie down and see only sky. He put his arms behind his head, and after a few minutes his eyelids were flickering on the brink of closing.   Then there was a flash. That’s as f  ast as Sade saw it, between half-closed eyelids. He opened his eyes fully and peered at the blank sky, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. Locking his gaze in the same direction, he waited for several minutes for something to happen. But alas, nothing more appeared. Sade shook his head and rose, deciding to go back inside - then the


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