The Books of Bella

My final story shall be told as it was told to me. I will not change a single word from what my father told me. The Books of Bella is my final story...and the final Telling that leads to the Great Prophecy.

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"When I was a boy, war was an art. Men wanted to be in the war. They wanted to feel the taste of blood on their lips, feel what it was like to murder. But me? No...I was an explorer. Yes, I wanted to explore the world and find my 'calling' as the scholars called it. 

''But sadly, I was called to duty at the age of 23. I lost an eye and was sent home at the age of 37. This is when I began to pursue my true goal: the love of books. I gathered a gang of skilled thieves and scholars and we looted dozens of crypts and burial chambers...At first...I didn't know what we were in search for....we were just raiding things...but then I found it: the Book of Bella. ''

''It was a massive book, shining like silver. On the cover was the simble of an omega and on the inside....words I could never dream of knowing...but I would dream, and I would know. I spent the next three years searching for a translator, until I found one. He translated the Book of Bella and told me all it said. I would tell you son, but it is far too long, and far too complicated....but I will tell you this: there was more than one. The Book of Bella stated that there were two more books- a trilogy. ''

I searched high and low, here and there...and then I found them. The last two volumes, hidden with the corpse of an ancient king. I deciphered them and learned a secret that only I can tell you...a secret that you mustn't tell anyone. The secret is that there is a prophecy...a great prophecy. The prophecy tells that 'when the brothers sleep forgetful; when the voice of war has died; and when the witch and warlock surface once more, the books will be readable and the chosen will rise in due time...I belive that the chosen one will come soon, Blade...and it is your responsiblity to train him...take these books...teach him the Tellings. He must know what you know if he is to save this world and all others....I'm trusting you Blade...since you were a boy your voice has been slick, your tounge sharp as a dagger...you can tell these stories...and people will listen........."- Bladewood the Bard, Short Stories from Olympus