Prologue

Epoch Of King Solomon.

100 Years Before Hermes Trismegistus.

Kingdom Of The United Monarchy.

Why is the sky blue? Why is the ocean vast? Why can't we live forever? Why do we die? What happens to the dead? Where do they go? He wrote numerous questions and quotes on his scrolls. Despite being a king, he would sit on a hill every evening, throwing inconceivable questions to the open night. Wondering what bonded us together, for what cause do we live but yet die. No one would concede to death, still, it was inevitable. Abandoning his kingship and putting more of his lives work into the substantial mysteries of the world, in the hope to find an answer, one day.

This man was King Solomon. Ruler of the Shanan and king to the Shenanites.

He was a benevolent king. Unlike Davis, his father, who was a conqueror, he was an architect and builder who protected his people. He was the author of the first version of the book of Proverbs.

In spite of the wealth and power he had, he was devoid of knowledge.

'What be of a King who knows not of his subjects'

Every night as he counted the stars, he would mutter to himself. Pondering the purpose of existence. As he did this, he caught the attention of a sole adventurer.

This adventurer would share with the King some of his knowledge he accumulated over the past decades wandering the foreign lands. Every evening the King would meet up with this man he got fond of. The adventurer would eat the freshly made meal of the king and they would discuss and make merry for hours, before leaving at dusk.

As time flew by, so did their relationship. The King would occasionally invite his friend to come to dine with him and his household, and as years passed they became closer than the sun and moon.

But this bond did not bring an answer to the King's table considering his quandaries. Seeing the King wanted to know so much but yet he knew so little, his friend decided to reveal a secret to him. A secret that forever changed every course of his actions.

This secret was his friend's inability to die.

At first the King instantly rebuked the request of his friend. What made him entitled to bear the title King if he would stoop so low to take the life of his most well and trusted friend. But after convincing the King that all mysteries of the world be made clear to him and wisdom would finally be at his grasp, he conceded.

He struck his friend with his very own blade, a fine sword that lived for many centuries, made by one of the finest blacksmiths the kingdom had ever produced. But to his greatest mystery of all, his friend refused to succumb to the inescapable.

Death was of no meaning to this man.

The King waited and waited for days, but his friend showed no sign of a dying man and finally he decided to question his friend what manner of mockery he made.

As a man who walked the world for countless centuries, his friend told him the secret to his immortality. Fast without delay, the King set out that very night to carry out the same so-called sacrifice his friend made to acquire such power.

What this sacrifice maybe, was of no knowledge to man beside the King and his friend. On that same night after carrying out of the sacrifice, the King had a dream.

He was in a city of gold and silver. Wherefrom every corner he could hear faint voices singing in unison.

In this no man's land, he stumbled upon a temple, having pillars that exceeded that of how far the eyes could behold. There inside the temple where thousands upon thousands of written texts. Text with answer and solution to every question and mystery of the world.

Above him was a perfectly carved brick of gold, floating steadily with the word 'SEEK' engraved on it.

One word, the King whispered, 'Wisdom,' and a mighty silver gate opened for him. He slowly walked inside this gate and clouds of multiple colours gushing out from within enveloped him.

For a time incalculable, King Solomon stayed within these silver walls reading as many texts he set his eyes on and when he woke up, he was filled with unimaginable wisdom.

His eyes gleaming with unrelenting knowledge the moment he opened them.

As a result of his newly found power, King Solomon became more fearsome than his father and many previous Kings of Shenan combined. He fought countless wars and came out victorious, capturing multitudes from his opposing kingdoms. With his wisdom, unimaginable wealth fell within his reach. Every year of his reign, King Solomon was attributed tons of gold which when given to an ordinary subject, he would skyrocket to the richest in all of man.

King Solomon felt the need and urge to take in as many women as he wanted, counting up to a thousand women he sheltered. In estimation, the King had 700 wives and 300 concubines.

He married women from all around the world, counting from the land of gold to the rivers of salt. Had has many as five thousand children and grandchildren.

After all, he finally acquired the knowledge he so carved for. He felt his every word infallible and action impeccable. Little did he know, that the less you know, the safer you are.

King Solomon's wisdom created new paths for him and open new doors to more battling debates. As a man who knew so much, nothing was left hidden under the sun. No secret could scale across his six senses unnoticed. This made his every judgment unquestionable but with time, what he so much wanted, took not only the fly to the grave but also he, himself.

King Solomon began to ask questions which weren't supposed to be asked. Seek that which wasn't meant to be found. Understood that which was never taught.

But some things were best left untouched.

As year's strode across time, during King Solomon's unyielding search for answers drove him even more curious than when he had no knowledge. The more the answered the questions of the past, it automatically created a way for more mysteries of the future.

Until one very night, on the day of his two hundred and eighty-five days in the world, he grasped knowledge.

The entire world was governed by two opposing forces. Two forces that were similar and dissimilar in a way. A perfect example was the magnetic repulsion between two like poles of a magnet. These poles were undeniably like poles but at the same time they repel themselves and never come in contact. The same goes for these forces, they act in accordance with one another but never work together.

The Good and the Bad.

Like life and death. The good force produces and gives life but as for the bad force, it takes this life given by its counterpart in return. They acted more in a symbiotic manner.

King Solomon realised, or more likely thought, it was more complex and narrow to gain an advantage with the good force. It required dedication, patience, sacrifice, and more importantly, the very path of the good force was established under a set of systematic rules. Rules that when broken, it was impossible to work with the good force.

As for the bad force, as told earlier this was rather the opposite of the good force. It came without much stress to work with.

King Solomon disseminated this information to his subjects. With time the news spread across the entire lands. People of very diverse culture came to know of these forces and of all, the wisdom such a man could hold.

When King Solomon knew of the diabolic parade the people of a far off distant land plan to do with his head, he began writing all the knowledge of his past. He believed the knowledge he held was too much to die inside him alone. Even as powerful as he and his kingdom were, they could not win the fight. Not when half the entire world which they knew conspired to take his head. Not when they knew they their battle was against the world.

King Solomon wrote for months under hidden protection by his most trusted men. One of the most priceless texts he wrote was the specific ritual he performed to gain his knowledge. He did all this because he wasn't ready to give up without a fight. He was the wisest man in the world. What could make him cringe in fear for that of ignorant men?

He chooses to work with the bad force. He assembled some of his men and explained to them the kind of power they were about to be bestowed. He carried out sacrifices that involved blood and repositioned them, giving them a higher rank. He called them 'Men Of Mysteries'. A class of highly trained men who harnessed the power of the bad force to do their every bidding. Be it for good or evil. These men became spiritually enhanced and were granted the ability to do what ordinary men could not do.

He sent forth his Men Of Mysteries over the confines of the kingdom to consume the men of the world with rage.

King Solomon's men rained curses upon the men of the world. One man of mystery to thousands of men and in the end, the men of the world were all consumed in flames.

Many years after the war ended, the King reassembled his Men Of Mystery once again mainly for one purpose. It was not wise to keep all the knowledge of his past in one place bonded together. It would only increase the risk of another mighty war. Instead he wrote as many texts as he could and gave his men of mystery to go into the badlands and sow his knowledge as a seed all over the world.

So that mankind would not perish but instead work with either of the good force or the bad.