White Eyes: Chronicles of Creation

Gzehgar

Centuries ago there was an a peaceful man who lived amongst the ancient ones called "respectively called, "The White Eyed People."
Among them was a man of extraordinary power and abilities. He could excel in all forms of labor, surpass any smart wig and naturally gifted children since an early age, and had advanced level fighting skills that could touch a slither of even the fabric of time itself. Forbidden to fight once reaching such a high level, even the elders were afraid of what he was capable of.
One day he trailed off to a hidden spot in the Jungle where only he knew about where he began his deepest forms of meditation. He starts by sitting down Indian style then putting his hands together. This causes a certain sound to be expelled from the oral cavity. Properly named... A burp. Which causes a certain smile followed by his eyes, quickly, being involuntarily pushed back into his skull.
This is unknowingly a piece of what he remembers before murdering his own adapted people after finding out the truth.
He awoken with the truth from their holy one called "The Source." Whatever that truth was... Made him go beyond insanity. The second thing he remembers was going to the highest council to discuss what he saw during his meditation studies. No one opposed his demand for entrance and he did not need to make an appointment. Looking like an average man with bright young features despite his true age.
He shouted and demanded what they knew about the truth from The Source. The elders or ancient ones looked around with stern expressions on their faces. They knew what he knew would disrupt the way they've been living for ages.
"You all don't see it... do you...?" With his chin low... "Brother? Do we sense hostility in you?" The lone man reached and grabbed for his chest where his chained weapon was. They all raised their chins and took a step back and so did he.
Slowly he unravels his chain and a sharp blade hits the ground. "So you won't change will you? Then it has to be this way. You give me no choice..."
He smirks and makes a hmm sound as if he was bored but confident. Like he could see through time and had no worries about the future whatsoever. Or his next actions... Simultaneously, his eyes lifted as fast as opening the lid of a can.
Just like the bubbles bursting like that of a fizzy drink his thoughts grew faster and faster however, never fading down. He sensed the two guards that let him in approach from behind him slowly. With no hesitation he kicked his blade backwards, barely turning his hard, so it slide on the floor in front of the two men. They both looked down instantly.
Before they could look back up one was disarmed and bleeding from the neck. The other had lost an eyes with the spear of the other man's lodged in his chest.
No one in the room seemed to know what just happened until a man jumped from his seat only to force an eyeball off his shoulder.
The man left his spiritual form as fast as he entered it fully realizing what he had done. But he knew it must be done. But now he felt others approach behind the door. Dozens behind the door. And even beyond that, the entire village.
He could also hear all the laughter coming from the nursery.
The council immediately summoned the guards from behind the doors and the lone man was surrounded with an even happier expression on his face. Each man that stood in front of him he personally trained and surpassed their power immensely. They all knew this but knew they had a job to do. Their last job.
The happier man lifted his arm now with a fist full of chain that he began to spin slowly above his head breaking through the air the faster it went. The air became so muffled he could hear only mumbles of pleas to end the act civil war among his people. As they moved in only feet away now, less then half the surrounding men dropped, another fraction with severe cuts, the rest where dismembered.
The more he fought the stronger he became and so did his presence. The whole village was alerted through a signal in their brain. They all knew what it meant but were confused at the same time. Could an act of pure hate and violence really be at their doorstep?
By the time everything was finished it was morning again. The sun gloriously perched on the horizon. But right underneath that lay pure greed driven insanity. With each slain by his hand he absorbed his people's energy from the weakest to the strongest.
Those who where at the age to fight were slain. Those too young were sentenced to death by unknown causes later in their adult years. This was done by (Gzehgar) reaching through time and space and proper calculation of spinal connectivity. A harmless technique but some would disagree.
But as we go deeper passed the sun and insanity we can see something in between them. Something special. Just as special as the man.
The last male of the tribe, just a baby. He already knew the alpha brainwaves of this child because he knew the parents of the boy. But the baby was adapted into the tribe just like himself. They also shared the same contentment in life. But obviously the baby was much wiser. The man knew this when the baby began to smile, then laugh. Which made him laugh in return. You see, laughter was sound, and sound created everything.
He then took the child in his arms without ever harming it. He smiled as he walked around the tut with it in his arms in a cradle position humming little tunes until he noticed something off.
No child at his age was supposed to learn about the meditation technique he studied. It was forbidden and condemned by death if caught. However, this case was intriguing to him as he seen glimpses of the baby's eyes rolling back when he would sing in certain tones
So he put the child of the floor and it was old enough to sit up straight. The man looked for the wisdom and answers he so desperately sought out with bloodshed, now in the eyes of the purest form of the image of The Source. Then the child rose it's hand up to the man and pointed a finger at him. The man looked confused and listened to the boy's frequencies and pointed back leaning in cautiously doing as asked. In an instant a storm forged above out of then air and lightening struck the ground where they stood destroying the entire tut. The only thing to remain under the ashes was the child unharmed and not phased by what just took place. It simply didn't care. The only sound in response that came directly from the baby boy... Was a single burp followed by an immediate but somewhat knowing smile. Like the child knew... what knowing was.