The end of a begin chapter ; prolog
"Knowledge is power but only the strong can voice their words" word a begger said as he confronted a king before he was beheaded
My name Is Kaleb I grew up in a small house with 5 brothers it was a normal life I went to school I learned many things for free and I got a job it was a normal life an average one, but I still craved more but I guess thats human nature. I wasn't smart, so I didn't go university my grades were average never had a girlfriend no it's not that I can't it's just I have never felt love that feeling everyone describes and I don't want to be a dick who will be bored of one quickly why cause sadness to others so I'm alone in that department. But it is life I'm content with and I can strive for a better life if I can reach one but soon life will change.
I know I was a weird one in class always having weird thoughts of death and magic not that I practiced it, but I was intrigued, and I did love the genre it was fascinating that are history can always go’s or heads to magic of some type cultivators and internal energy to the east magic magi and witches to the west and runes and charms in the north it all cant be fake right and it was that witch pulled me towards it.
I live I a flat 2 bedroom I had a flat mate but he's dead car accident and everyone forgot about him as if his life was a bug his family didn't care much it was good his mum passed on before him I guess.
And my family no better 2 of my brothers joined the army and have lost there lives in the distant passed war is bitter like that
we all have to go at some point and I accept that even if it took a long-time morning to come to terms and old philosophy helped my understanding of that .
So I travel to my place of work a book store I am a clerk for its old rustic feel with a old school coffee machine and mixture of old literature and new as I travel to work in my dark blue car hearing the wheels turn and audible squeaking breaks yes I know my cars shit but I work for a book store the pay is shit but it's a 9 to 5 with weekends off so it's ok for me arriving at the old building with peeling paint on the walls and a squeaking sign on the door of books of all kinds inscribed upon it well work is work and im happy.
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Walking into the store I feel the cold musk and the smell of books the heater is off again as I make my way to the back room and flick the switches lights check
Heater check
Electricity check
Now to just open the store even if know body comes anymore apart from a few and the odd couple that like to browse the store for a book that doesn't exists so I stroll to the door looking at the same features as every other day. the red carpet with old faded stains old creaking dark book shelves coved in lines of books and unlock the door the making my way to the arcane section to pick out a book on comparisons of magic across the world a interesting concept with broad ideas.
mana, Ki all types of energy exist or are they just one. in tails thought out the ages mana is centred around a element fire with fire water with rivers and streams. Ki is with all things binding and plotting across the world each with different aspects I believe this energy is the same as all other types of mystic arts but different wave length or maybe that people from different regions adapt to this energy and are able to wild it due to location that's why there is a split divide between cultures as we all have the same ancestors at some point with the same culture
I found this interesting as I was enthralled with the idea of this but it was just a thought's on the aspect and I will never know the truth
as I read the lines the door opens and the bell rings "hey boss"
"hello Kaleb, how are you today "
"im good, it is boss would you like a coffee"
"yes, please take it too my office ll be in my office now"
Making my way to the coffee maker I power it on fill it with beans and crank the handle as bells and whistles screech out grinding and brewing a fine cup of coffee it might be old school but it tastes better than a Starbucks or costa taking the cup to the boss I see the staff door with faded letters pushing the door I place the coffee on the table and walk back to my book reading with a casual smile on my face making my own thoughts on the topic exspanding my understanding and building a path if I can ever tread it.
As word filled his eyes I a quite old bookstore out of the way from everything else the world started to change.
Pillars of light fell from the sky each holding many colours landing across the globe millions fell crashing into building shattering them to the ground and pulverising the flesh of people that were in the way, slamming down on roads cracking concreate and scraping cars and motorbikes spilling fluid be it breaks fluid or petrol igniting as if it was Michal bay jacking off on to a canvas.
The light materialised objects wholes and doorways hundreds or more spilled though trials and tribulations filled with danger and good fortune and what was the Kaleb doing reading a book on magic.
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As a wave of pain assaulted Kaleb as his body shock with pain coring through his body dropping to his knees panting spewing deep crimson blood in droves as power coerced through his body stimulating his body mind and soul.
A Slamming into a book shelf tumbling to the floor as an avalanche of books fell on top of his body His eyes splodging black as his vision faded in and out of consciousness drifting to the back of his mind
His only regret that he didn’t place a bookmark on the page he last read. as his body slumped to the floor with a thud and passed out to the glory of darkness