Tossing and turning, Lina sighed heavily. She was so tired, but couldn't sleep. The old book was keeping her up. She couldn't detect any magick coming from it, but she knew it was the cause of her insomnia. One would think the book was just an old bible from some religion long forgotten. Everyone had looked at her strangely when she took it from the ruined temple ((another false lead to the whereabouts of the Clair Bible)), though Gourry had been the only one to voice his thoughts. She whacked him on the head and told him to mind his own business. The truth was, even she didn't know why she grabbed it.
Well, she might as well just skim through and discard it. Even a slim book like that could become a nuisance. She grabbed the book from the night stand and cast a small light spell. Propping her back against the headboard, she examined the book. "Claudications of the Space-Time Continuum, it's Relation to Einstein's Theory of Relativity, and it's Effects on the (V)agick of Today's World." She quirked an eyebrow, oh, this will be fun. However, when she opened the book, the writing seemed illuminated from the back. It was written in the long, elegant handwriting of one practiced in copying scrolls. She sighed, and almost yawned, then began to read...........
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BTHE BOOK /b
I
Imagine, if you will, a ball. It could be a marble, a bead, even a child's plaything. Imagine this ball generating thousands upon thousands of smaller balls. For every aspect, every molecule of the balls surface, another ball was created. See these smaller balls growing and spawning balls of their own. Now see, if you can, these balls not as spheres, but as a thing without shape, without substance. Only things with infinite sides, spawning more of these 'smaller' insubstantial shapes. Each shape growing at it's own rate. So made are the makings of this universe.
To keep with the metaphor, take two balls, both of equal height and weight, with the same number of smaller balls around them, always growing and changing. When looked at from far away, these groups of balls look to be the same, one a copy of the other. But on closer examination, we see minute differences in each. Perhaps a fault in one, not in the other, or a place worn away.....These are the two major planes of reality. If one examined not the surface of these balls, but the inside, they would see two cores, so complex and different in their own way that one almost couldn't think they were once the same. But yet so similar that it could strike one dumbfounded. One world with magick, the other without.
It is true these worlds were once the same. Then one of the small balls eventually grew, become power in it's own. It is not known which is the original world, which the copy. Perhaps both are the original, maybe two balls were spawned, perhaps the original was destroyed long ago.....We were not meant to know these things, none of us. The only person that would know this would be the divine power that created us all. When we talk to him we'll tell you.
Now then, imagine, upon closer inspection, you see these two balls, sitting beside each other, are worn away so thin in a place that you can see the core through the material that keeps these balls from deflating. If these balls are uneven, they will roll towards each other. What if these 'walls' were so thin, the balls might meet each other, and join together, once again forming one world. This is what's happening, been happening since the beginning of time. Slowly in the age we think of, but way too fast for the comfort of even the Gods and Mazoku........
This tome has been written at a time when even the most primitive of knowledge about this situation is laughable, at best. I have been empowered by something else, something so full of authority my mind is screaming at this celestial being to leave forever, but embrace me with it's power. I write not with my mind. My hands are only weak and pitiful tools that must be used by this thing. Truly this is an encounter by God. Not any Christian god, or even someone as supreme as the Lord of Nightmares. This being has created L-Sama, and others like her. Even her life is merely a short breath in his time........
If you read this now, it means the time is short. The danger is near. Soon, these two worlds will collide in an unstable implosion. Two will become one. One so huge and explosive it could mean the end of everything. Not just one or two worlds gone, but everything. Even the being who writes through me will be destroyed. You, reading this, you are Chosen. You are the one that will fight for everything. Not your friends, your family, even your entire planet. You've already done that. Bear in mind you fight for everything and everyone. The macrocosm that is the entirety. Perhaps, perhaps what you fight for is actually just another small ball, growing slowly, but destroyed as easily as we destroy a toy that gets to old, a flower too wilted. But keep in mind, Chosen, would you be willing to deny your path just because it might not be the end of all? No matter what we are in the plan of things, we cannot give up without a fight.
When the worlds collide, things will be surreal. People that shouldn't be alive are. Things that shouldn't exist will. Situations that shouldn't occur happen. It will go against everything in your soul. Every fibre you have will burn with the feeling that things aren't what their supposed to be. It will be..... wrong.
This battle will be the greatest ever known to anyone. But it will be the hardest, most confusing thing you will ever have to do. You, Lina Inverse, you are the Chosen. And you may not even know it until it is too late. The date is Articus 12, 6th year of Cepheid, the 3rd day in the celebration of the stars. It is the year 456 AD. I am merely a pawn, my name may not be given out lest it change you from your course. In the name of all things, I bid you Good Luck, Chosen. /i
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She realized tears were streaming down her face, hitting the yellowed paper and steaming, as if the sacred document could not be touched by anything of this realm. Lookig out the window, she realized it was almost light. She stood and walked to the door, story in hand, and was about to tell the others when her whole being was hit with a wave of energy......The alarm clock rang in her ears.
Well, she might as well just skim through and discard it. Even a slim book like that could become a nuisance. She grabbed the book from the night stand and cast a small light spell. Propping her back against the headboard, she examined the book. "Claudications of the Space-Time Continuum, it's Relation to Einstein's Theory of Relativity, and it's Effects on the (V)agick of Today's World." She quirked an eyebrow, oh, this will be fun. However, when she opened the book, the writing seemed illuminated from the back. It was written in the long, elegant handwriting of one practiced in copying scrolls. She sighed, and almost yawned, then began to read...........
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BTHE BOOK /b
I
Imagine, if you will, a ball. It could be a marble, a bead, even a child's plaything. Imagine this ball generating thousands upon thousands of smaller balls. For every aspect, every molecule of the balls surface, another ball was created. See these smaller balls growing and spawning balls of their own. Now see, if you can, these balls not as spheres, but as a thing without shape, without substance. Only things with infinite sides, spawning more of these 'smaller' insubstantial shapes. Each shape growing at it's own rate. So made are the makings of this universe.
To keep with the metaphor, take two balls, both of equal height and weight, with the same number of smaller balls around them, always growing and changing. When looked at from far away, these groups of balls look to be the same, one a copy of the other. But on closer examination, we see minute differences in each. Perhaps a fault in one, not in the other, or a place worn away.....These are the two major planes of reality. If one examined not the surface of these balls, but the inside, they would see two cores, so complex and different in their own way that one almost couldn't think they were once the same. But yet so similar that it could strike one dumbfounded. One world with magick, the other without.
It is true these worlds were once the same. Then one of the small balls eventually grew, become power in it's own. It is not known which is the original world, which the copy. Perhaps both are the original, maybe two balls were spawned, perhaps the original was destroyed long ago.....We were not meant to know these things, none of us. The only person that would know this would be the divine power that created us all. When we talk to him we'll tell you.
Now then, imagine, upon closer inspection, you see these two balls, sitting beside each other, are worn away so thin in a place that you can see the core through the material that keeps these balls from deflating. If these balls are uneven, they will roll towards each other. What if these 'walls' were so thin, the balls might meet each other, and join together, once again forming one world. This is what's happening, been happening since the beginning of time. Slowly in the age we think of, but way too fast for the comfort of even the Gods and Mazoku........
This tome has been written at a time when even the most primitive of knowledge about this situation is laughable, at best. I have been empowered by something else, something so full of authority my mind is screaming at this celestial being to leave forever, but embrace me with it's power. I write not with my mind. My hands are only weak and pitiful tools that must be used by this thing. Truly this is an encounter by God. Not any Christian god, or even someone as supreme as the Lord of Nightmares. This being has created L-Sama, and others like her. Even her life is merely a short breath in his time........
If you read this now, it means the time is short. The danger is near. Soon, these two worlds will collide in an unstable implosion. Two will become one. One so huge and explosive it could mean the end of everything. Not just one or two worlds gone, but everything. Even the being who writes through me will be destroyed. You, reading this, you are Chosen. You are the one that will fight for everything. Not your friends, your family, even your entire planet. You've already done that. Bear in mind you fight for everything and everyone. The macrocosm that is the entirety. Perhaps, perhaps what you fight for is actually just another small ball, growing slowly, but destroyed as easily as we destroy a toy that gets to old, a flower too wilted. But keep in mind, Chosen, would you be willing to deny your path just because it might not be the end of all? No matter what we are in the plan of things, we cannot give up without a fight.
When the worlds collide, things will be surreal. People that shouldn't be alive are. Things that shouldn't exist will. Situations that shouldn't occur happen. It will go against everything in your soul. Every fibre you have will burn with the feeling that things aren't what their supposed to be. It will be..... wrong.
This battle will be the greatest ever known to anyone. But it will be the hardest, most confusing thing you will ever have to do. You, Lina Inverse, you are the Chosen. And you may not even know it until it is too late. The date is Articus 12, 6th year of Cepheid, the 3rd day in the celebration of the stars. It is the year 456 AD. I am merely a pawn, my name may not be given out lest it change you from your course. In the name of all things, I bid you Good Luck, Chosen. /i
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She realized tears were streaming down her face, hitting the yellowed paper and steaming, as if the sacred document could not be touched by anything of this realm. Lookig out the window, she realized it was almost light. She stood and walked to the door, story in hand, and was about to tell the others when her whole being was hit with a wave of energy......The alarm clock rang in her ears.