Axiom's Records
"The eyes cannot see the truth that lurks in the hearts of man, only with a 'Heart' to 'Sense' the 'Mind' of man is truly the gateway to Truth"
~First Generation Leader of Axiom Monastery: Sioux Axiom
Forks of pale lightning split the grey saddened clouds that hung above the desolate earth with an accompanied sound of thunder that reverberated unceasingly within [Io Country] yet no rain dawned to harmonize the cacophony melodies in question. The whisperer of winds was noticeably audible in the valley of shadows and therein a small cottage located in a corner of an open cave just at the side of a broken mountain was visible. It was made of very common materials through which any mortal could purchase but what was astonishing was the azure luminescence that congregated around the building.
Its subtle aura was clearly observable through the naked eye and one could determine its profundity through the runic inscriptions that hovered across the plane. Within the cottage sat a man clothed in black garments, his black cascading hair ran down his shoulders to his upper back and his rather fare facial features would go unnoticed amongst a crowd, and there he remained motionless. This silhouette's calm azure gaze swept past an antiquity scripture held within his hand. His eyes reflected profound knowledge and wisdom. He's calm and cold expression was apparent which gave him a sense of indifference and neutrality amongst mundane matters.
The Antiquity scripture currently in his hands was [Axiom's Records], it was split into Four sections:
[Book of Beginnings] [Book of Rite] [Book of Knowledge] [Book of End] The book itself is a source of power for the silhouette who was currently reading it and contemplating on its profundities. It was his source of power and perhaps the answer to all mysteries he would discover on Axiom.
Currently the silhouette was reading,
Section one: Book of Beginnings Chapter 1:
"A one-dimensional point to which all time, space, mass, density, are condensed infinitely. All things stem from a single source, a single point in existence to which nothing can escape, and where the Universe was born. The source that births a [CINTH] and what is, what was, and where it will always be."
He read through the scripture slowly, contemplating and trying to deduce the meaning behind it. It was the first chapter of the book and yet had such a great profundity that it made his brain go into hyperdrive. He was confident in his cognitive abilities but what he failed to do was instantiate the words into reality which he wasn't able to do with his current abilities thus leading him give up and sigh in a tiresome voice. The Runic inscriptions dissipated upon closure of the records.
"It truly is profound for the current me. The amount of complexity in a single paragraph shows just how the author of this book was remarkably intelligent, powerful and wise.
Then, being able to recreate said words with Nu..
First Generation leader, how outstanding." He uttered in a very thoughtful manner, imposing the respect he has for the First-Generation leader. Neil was the young male in scene, he raised himself from the chair and looked at a pigeon that snored peacefully on the windowsill. His eyes glowed menacingly and a destructive aura escaped his figure enacting 'Sense' which penetrated the pigeon's mind instantly waking it up.
"Let's get going, we have much to do within the Zur Country", Neil uttered indifferently whilst a black robe spontaneously clothed his figure. He stood up slowly and exited the cottage before making his way to a carriage situated just a few meters away and near the entrance of the cave without looking back, meanwhile the pigeon had just woken up in fright, its googly bright eyes were wide open and seemingly had just suffered a heart attack.
It extended its wingspan before flying towards Neil with a now calm expression but deep inside curses were wantonly being expressed with no end. It approached the carriage and flew to the tact of the carriage before finally settling itself comfortably thereafter closing eyes to nap in peace.
Neil didn't mind and entered the carriage at a moderate pace, he sat in a gold luxurious sofa with a nonchalant expression. "Hmm," Neil mused as he raised his left arm and planted his palm on the roof of the carriage which then displayed azure runic inscriptions which hovered in front him and moments after his actions, the carriage began to emit a bright light before vanishing instantaneously.
Zur Country was his destination, it was desolate with no organizational agricultural activities, laws were dictated by the powerful, only the strong could obtain what they wished and the weak could only cower in the corners or eventually killed because being weak in this Country meant sin and sin was meant to be punished. It was a relatively small country compared to its other five counterparts which also made it the country where criminals would escape to due to its lawless activities. It is recognized as the poorest and only the powerful could live here. In most cases the nobility, rich and privileged see this place as a training ground to nurture their most promising children.
He chose this country because of an Annual Auction he heard will be open to the public , moreover an item which he needed was rumored to be there.
Upon arrival what laid before him was a hill piled up with bloody bones and the skies above were gloomy, dark with a fresh breath of death in constant perpetuality. Blood painted the greyish terrain in glyphs of crimson, the toxic odor which occupied the area remained unceasing and screamed of horror, despair and pain.
A welcome that truly was to his liking.
The azure blue luminance around his carriage occupied a vacant area in the "death" zone.
"Mmmmm, The sweet smell of death. Truly invigorating." An indifferent monotone voice filled the proximity and eventually the carriage door swung open to reveal the young Neil Axiom resting peaceful on the luxurious sofa and taking a good look at [Zur Country's] environment.
'According to the reports I should be at least several kilometers from [Shea City], the city is also the one to hold the auction. I should make it with 15 minutes to spare.' Neil thought.
In those moments of thought the pigeon that rested on the tact of the carriage felt the wretched atmosphere and it was shocked awake.. Chills ran down in its little wings; its googly eyes went out of its sockets dawning about a comical expression. Fear, anger and resentment subjugated its countenance and it screeched towards Neil angrily.
Neil's train of thoughts halted amidst the screech and gazed at the tact with his azure eyes seemingly piercing through this structure and laying witness to the pigeon. He squinted his eyes expressing his distaste in this annoying creature yet no words were conveyed to reveal this thought.
"Let's move, we're close", Neil stated and the carriage door finally closed as they proceeded to the city.