1 Prologue

"All beginnings signify an ending. There must be death for birth to have meaning, there must be destruction for creation to have existence."

Under the light of the moon, deep at night, Adam read the verses of the book, his voice almost a whisper. His eyes betrayed his thoughts.

'What is this book? Why didn't my grandfather let me read it?' He wondered as he read on.

"Time is the illusion of change. Change is the illusion of thought. All are simultaneous, yet separated by the mind."

He paused to understand what it was saying, but he could not comprehend it, so he just memorized and moved on.

He read verse after verse, and as the light of the dawn shone on him, he reached the end of the book. Too immersed to care about sleep.

"To the adept who has reached here, I say, read no further, for death awaits those who learn of the truth."

He stopped reading with a frown, 'What does it mean? What an ominous message. I can't just stop before the last page!'

He felt conflicted for a while, in time, his curiosity won and he opened the last page.

There was only one sentence.

"Great evil brings order to the chaos of death, seeking domination and power after one's last breath. Those who die, beware, as tunnels of light, traps are everywhere. A soul is its own kingdom, its right is absolute freedom."

Adam closed the book, a strange chill in his heart.

'Just what does this mean? This book is really something...' He put the book down and looked at the rising sun.

The scent of grass and flowers reached his nose, bringing a smile to his face. The morning breeze touched his face, calming his heart. The sound of rustling leaves made his mind relaxed.

'I don't really understand, but my grandfather never let me read his books when he was alive. Always saying I would read it at the right time, and then we would discuss it.' He thought as he felt melancholic.

'Now I have read the book, but he is nowhere to be seen. Where is the promised discussion? Liar...' He sighed and closed the window.

The room he was in was old and made of wood, and so was the rest of the house. It stood on top of a hill, looking down at a forest that stretched for as far as the eye could see. It was the perfect house for a retired man, away from the noise of the city yet close to a town.

Adam walked to the door of the house, looking back, he recalled memories of his time here, playing or discussing things with his grandfather, from the stars to the oceans, the old man seemed to always have an answer.

"Goodbye." He said and closed the door, leaving the house.

When he looked up, he saw the mountains stretching far and wide, 'This place does look like heaven, especially in the spring. Rest in peace old man.'

He walked to his car and drove away.

A meteor crashed on top of his car a while later, instantly killing him. It was so fast that he didn't feel anything.

The book he had read, turned to ashes on its own, the fire burning down the house and everything in it.

Mysteries were forever buried. Wisdom was forever lost.

And a new adventure began for Adam.