Decades ago, Robert had been a lonely man, living off the land in the lower regions of the Westlands

Decades ago, Robert had been a lonely man, living off the land in the lower regions of the Westlands.  No one ever came to bother him there; life was peaceful.  He had been blessed as a child with a rare gift.  He was able to communicate with Mother Earth herself, and with this gift he was never truly alone.  There was a large rock formation on his land; quite elegant in the way is sparkled under the sunlight.  He would often spend his evenings seated on a small rock to watch the shining sparkles as the sun went down behind the horizon.

One day, a traveler wandered onto the land when Robert was on a routine trip to Town for a hermit convention of sorts.  The traveler, whom, for reasons beyond our comprehension, was known as Phil, saw the rock formation from a distance and was instantly mesmerized.  When he moved closer to the rock, he could see that a rather large deposit of gold caused the rock to sparkle.  "Yippee," he cried as he whipped out a long pickaxe, which he just happened to be carrying.

Robert returned home several days later to find a small camp of ruffians gathered around his rock.  "What's going on here?" he fumed.

"Hey, quit your yappin'!" yelled an elderly fellow who was lounging in a chair near a shabby looking tent, "If yer gonna steak yer claim, do so quietly.  Some of these here folk are tryin' ta get some sleep."

Robert wasn't very familiar with the dialect that this vagrant was jabbering with, but he understood what the man had said.  What he couldn't understand was what he was to steak his claim of.  The sun was beginning to go down on the horizon and from where Robert stood, he couldn't see his precious rock formation to watch the sparkles in the sunset. 

He moved through the temporary camp until he could see the rock. Unfortunately, the rock wasn't there.  His jaw dropped as he stared at what now lay in the spot where the rock was.  Several lanterns had been perched on sticks all around a large hole in the ground.  He stumbled towards the edge of the hole, stuttering at the words he was trying to say.  Phil, the vagabond traveler turned rich millionaire, sat in a rather fluffy and comfortable looking chair near the edge of the hole and watched as Robert fell to his knees in the dirt.  "Is there something the matter, buddy?" he called to Robert.

Robert stuttered at some more words before finally asking the question, "What happened to my rock?"

"And what rock might that be then?" asked Phil, totally uninterested in what Robert was mumbling about.

"The large rock that was right here.  I used to watch it as it sparkled in the sunlight," said Robert.

"Oh that rock," said Phil as he started to get defensive over what he had claimed for himself, "What do you mean, your rock?"

"This was my rock, I live on this land," argued Robert.

"I didn't see your name on it," shot Phil with an angry scowl on his face.

To make a long story short, Robert lost his rock.  Mother Earth was no help to him since she is helpless when it comes to stopping people from doing things to her.  Robert was angered by the vagrants' behavior towards the being he had grown to call his own mother.  It was a very traumatic experience for him, especially when he realized that everyone was getting rich off of something he had considered his for nearly twenty years.

He abandoned his land and began to travel the countryside and eventually gathered many stories relatable to life.   Ten years later, he began telling his stories to children around campfires in the towns he came across in his travels.  He even returned several times to the town that had formed on the spot where his rock had once stood: This Place. 

One day, rather late in January, Robert sat on a cold rock, surrounded by snow and shivering in his dark cloak.  He began to remember some of his stories and he decided that somehow he should write them down and make a book out of it.  Well, as many people know, thousands of bizarre ideas have been produced from minds that were skewed by the cold, but not too many are actually taken literally. 

Robert managed to stand on his cold legs and wandered west to where a new town was beginning to form.  The town's founder, Eigen Farmwick, was quite partial to the idea of naming the town after himself, and that's precisely what happened.  It was in this town that Robert began to write his book.

The book was long and full of lessons that people could use to base their lives upon.  It was very influential for the people of the new town and he began to see similarities between his book and a fabled book that had existed before a time long ago, which he began to call "The Great Beginning."

Mother Earth had spent countless hour telling Robert stories of the past.  She explained to him that the world had suffered a tragedy resulting in widespread massacre and all out "banana warfare," which is what she referred to it as.  The race that had inhabited the earth before The Great Beginning were cruel, harmful, and uncaring about what they did to her. 

During her time of repair, she had forgotten much of the old world, though she did remember one thing.  There had been a book that nearly every human being owned a copy of.  It was a rather silly book, but everyone seemed to have an affinity for it.  This book was called the Bible.

Robert, who had yet to title his masterpiece, took it upon himself to give it the same name as the Bible, hoping that it would have the same effect as it once had and that he would be rich from the sales figures. 

He hired a man by the name of Will to work the printing machine that was designed to print the cover of his book.   The only problem was that Will was illiterate, much like many of the other people of the lands.  Will placed the letter stamps into the machine that would print the covers, and began to stamp the thousands of covers that Robert had asked for.  When Will had completed this task, Robert placed one of the covers onto the pages of his book and jumped for joy. 

When he was on his feat again, he took another look at his book.  Will had placed an extra letter into the printing machine by mistake.  Every single copy of his book was not titled "The Bible" as expected.  Instead, each copy had an extra "b," and thus creating, "The Bibble." 

For a while, Robert was angry about this error, but soon realized that he was the only one who knew about the original book and it's title, and that no one would be the wiser.  His book was taken under the pillows of the rich and used as pillows by the poor.  He was happy; the people were happy.

As he became older, Mother Earth slowly stopped talking to him.  He became saddened by this and begged his mother to speak once more.  After almost two years of silence, Mother Earth spoke, "Robert, my son," she said.

Robert sat up, suddenly alarmed by the soft voice he hadn't heard in years.  "Yes, mother," he responded.

"Robert, I have a favour to ask of you," she continued.

"Anything," he exclaimed.

"I've been thinking a lot," explained the voice of Mother Earth, "and I've decided that I want to know what happened to cause The Great Beginning.  If there is a way to discover the truth, please find it and tell me what happened."

Robert was on his feet in moments.  "I'll do my best," he vowed, and set out on his quest.