Without further ado:
Prologue
In a time now passed beyond memory, a man whispered
over a golden disc as he set it into a vice.
Vannis
of the Valleur lifted an engraving tool to mark the first glyph. He murmured
the words of an ancient enchantment, a repeated rhythm, until it was perfect,
and whispered more as he polished. It took time, many months, and he rushed
nothing. He spoke of it to no one. Only when the time was right would he reveal
his handiwork.
This
man possessed the tools and skills to achieve his goal, as well as the voice
that was impetus and creation. To infuse inanimate gold, to gift atoms
sensitivity, to compel unassailable eternity, required tone, repetition and
emotion.
Imperative
was emotion, for it determined the ultimate nature of the infused device. If
fashioned in anger, the consequence was an instrument capable of confusion;
indifference led to instability, hate to darkness, mockery to deception,
egotism to arrogance, and love to illumination and enlightenment.
Vannis
intended only love.
The Supreme Wisdom - the Maghdim Medaillon -
of the Valleur was made tangible and it was beautiful. On the day he laid it in
a protective casket, he thought, I am
done now. The future is secure.
He
was wrong.
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