The Otherworldly Atlas, Book 1

Chapter One: I Am.

I know many things.

I'm like an atlas of knowledge and secrets to my friends, yet the pages are blank to those unworthy.

These pages are written in the ink, not of blood, but of soul. Those who seek to pillage this almanac of information will find before them simply sheets, pure and white like the virgin spirit.

Yet, those who have given their noble promise and pledge of valor and kindred respect are gifted with the power to read these sacred hymns, written by the minds that were once dark, yet have now found light.

I am an atlas, who speaks text of eons, yet holds secrets kept within the frames of time between mere seconds.

I am this Atlas.