The Book of Fear

Chapter one:


"The light will bend
The light will break
Then I will seal your fate
You will shake as I get near
Give in to what you fear"


Let thy heart not be consumed by rage. Rage is not the burning power. Rage is terrorizing but is too quick, too quick and not...unsettling. Cast aside the chains that tie you down to emotions of the lesser. Shatter the bonds and welcome in the terror. Face fear for not overcoming but control. For fear is good. Fear. Is. Great.


Chapter two:


The boy wander through the moonless night, through the shadowed forest. Here he had been walking aimlessly for a time he had forgotten. No moon nor stars to keep him company. The boy was alone


Chapter 3:


And so he came upon a river hidden by the dark that was this forest. Its black water felt by his soaked shoes. The boy moved back to the bank to discover a stump. He sat there, pondering how it came to be he got to this forest. In the shadows, two red eyes watch him from afar.


Chapter four:


A humming staic noise drifted down from those eyes. The boy, mind already dizzy from fatigue, stumbled up from his resting spot and fall close to the waters. His hand feeling the mud. The red eyes were now behind him. "Who are you." It asked him but the boy did not reply. Maybe he couldn't speak, maybe he didn't know. "Who are you." It asked once more with added anger. It wasn't that he couldn't recall who he was, the boy was frozen in fear of these menacing floating eyes. "WHO ARE YOU!" This time yelled. The boy didn't answer, for he could not


Chapter five:


The forest went ablaze from the fury of the eyes. Smoke quickly filled the boy's sight and lungs. The river dried up faster than ever thought. An inescapable fire he was faced with. No hope, no hope


Chapter six:


Body burning from the intense flames, the boy left his life fading. All became black once more. Then, from the shadows it came. A light below him. His body no longer in angoizing pain, able to be moved. Down he looked to see a giant yellow eye under him stretched out far.


Chapter seven:


"You are a child of fear" The eye called out. "You are a child of fear."
The boy glowed in a light. "But you will be a child no longer. Go, go and take hold of its power. Go and spread its name."


Chapter eight:


From the ashes he arose. Cloaked was he in a robe of the very darkness that had been his only known form. Hooded from the light of this new remains land. Labeled with the yellow eye, his guide. Thus the Prophet of fear was born.