There was once a book created by a man who has no name and no face. This book was called 7³: the sins, the seals and virtues of humanity. This book was able to grant the first person who touches it, the power that is akin to a deity.
There were only 343 recorded copies of the book, all holding different contents of power. Due to the limited amount, humanity's unity dissolved. The book caused humanity to lose what made them an indivisible race. Becoming separate on the pursuit of the books. Nations grew in days in areas said to hold many books. However other nations either fell due to loss in power or at the power of other nations who were able to gain a book.
7³ brought out our sins. The greed for more, the envy of what others had, the wrath of our might, the gluttony to fill ourselves, the lust for others, the pride in ourselves, the sloth of our actions and movements.
Then the seals were unleashed, conquest and war came chasing for the books. Where the books were, war came along. The wrath and gluttony of humans that caused these wars brought famine. Then later death of sloth for the leaders that did nothing when citizens were starving. When people stood up for this injustice they were hanged and became martyrdom. This act caused cataclysms throughout nations and then silence fell onto the world.
The silence of what atrocities we have committed. And the silence to remember the virtues that were once a part of us. Kindness, chastity, humility, temperance, charity, patience, diligence. All 7 virtues of our past must be remember.
To remember to not again let the seven seals of revelations be unleashed upon the world. To remember the power of the 7³ must not be underestimated. For the world Is more divided than ever and will be as long as all 343 books exist.
But for a world such as this to exist, there must be no need for a power like this. A world where these books are treated as an inconvenience rather than a power that must be obtained. The sins of humans no longer exist and the fear of seals being unleashed. The smile of everyone under one nation. For this ideal world to be, war must be brought up onto land. A war that will burn the sins of the past and destroy the seals of the present.
I looked at the red large book that was covered in dirt. I picked it up, letting the leather kiss my hands. I wiped the brown dust off the book. The black bold words appeared as clear as day "7³: the seal of war". My hands started to tremble and my heart started to rapidly beat at the sight of the book that I held. It wasn't the book it was the contents inside the book. Word of mouth spoke of text that was humanly impossible to speak or write down. Inside could be anything. I opened the book to a random page. My eyes stared at the disappointment of the contents. Or the lack there of. The page was completely blank, only the yellow of the paper stared back. I flipped through the pages from the end to the first page.
I looked at the back. It was covered with more dust and dirt. I wiped it off with my hand and smiled. There was a long block of text that covered the entirety of the back cover.
It reads "The seal of war is a seal never meant to be unleashed into the world. A concept that was birthed from the wrath inside humanity. As long as humans exist there will always be war. As long as war exists humans will continue to live. For living is to see war ignite and fade. In a continuous cycle of rebirth.
One will always see war and live through it. The reason for the birth of the conflict may be different but conflict is inevitable. Conflict will spark the evolution of humans. The evolution may be the ending of this cycle of hatred. To think pass the sins in our minds and to look beyond what war can create. For war is a necessity in the world. To destroy the previous and to create a new"
The book started to glow with a large red aura. The aura grew like fire devouring wood, it surrounded my entire body. Then I lost all feeling in my limbs, from my head to my toes. I could not move a single one. My body could not stand up for even a second, a loud thud echoed throughout the abandoned temple as I fell on the floor. The book was still within my hands and I tried to open it to no avail. The glow emitting from the book flashed a bright white. My eyes closed shut as the light shone over my body. I fell unconscious with only black being viewable.
Then millions of images infested my mind, switching to a new image in a second. From arrows being launched from a bow, being fired from miles away to hit a black bird to fires burning the unfortunate to ash . People running towards someone in need on a floor covered in dirt to bombs being dropped on hundreds.
to the final and most clear image. A rather tall woman in a field of flowers ranging from the colors of red to purple. Her white clear dress danced in the form of the wind.
The wind started to blow in the opposite direction. Yet her dress that went beneath the pretty flowers did not follow the wind. Her short white silky hair stayed flat as the flowers bent to the strong coming winds.
She turned her body towards me, her red blushed face being filled with the shine from the sun and her blue eyes reflecting the sky. Her red small lips opened and started to move. I couldn't tell what she was saying. I felt so close yet farther than the closest flower to her. There was nothing that I could do to get closure. I was there, but again I wasn't. My body has not felt the touch of the world in a few minutes but all the images that I saw made me feel more than I ever did. The warmth of these new feelings was amazing. My heart was burning.
The burning went over the tipping point. It started to hurt throughout my body. The feeling of warmth disappeared, now replaced with the air or something ripping my flesh. Flames were the only thing that I was able to comprehend. Then bird noises came from these flames. Noises of a bird being shot or hunted from the air. It started to fly across the contours of my eye sockets. With it bleeding flames across my mind and burning thought to nothing.
I could not see. Nor I had the strength to open my eyes. Though there was no way I knew that I was moving. I tried to get up without feeling. I used my instincts and trusted the world in giving me a hand. If my brain is still intact, I can still puppeteer my body.
But maybe using my brain isn't enough. My brain is not a way of seeing or feeling. Just a way of thinking. Not the way of me. The flames were already inflicting more mental toll. There was no direction that I could follow.
I stepped on what I thought I was doing. I kept stepping forward hoping that my body was following my directions. The directions that I believed in.
It was not that. It wasn't that I didn't believe enough. it's something greater. The body that I live in was just that. A body that's mine. I was something more than the body as a whole. I was using the body to do actions that I could not. Moving, thinking, breathing, all of these were something that I, myself could not do. However what is me, what am I if not me.
I am the soul. The spirit that is inhabiting the body that I was placed in at birth. This body is just a tool. Something that I was given. A gift that I received for being a soul. I embraced the feeling of my soul. The feeling of a weightless white orb. The orb started to stretch. Forming into a figure that resembled my body. it even had eyes and I could feel the eyes. Moving in the darkness of my mind.
With these new eyes I was able to feel the coldness of reality. The flames were still engulfing my body, but now the pain was very little. it was a burden to my body and not me. I opened my eyes viewing the intense orange and red surrounding my torso.
I was still on the floor holding the book. The book was burning as well. However it was not turning to ash. perhaps it was truly an indestructible artifact. I looked at the red book and turned to the cover. Something new appeaered. "Sin owner: Fare legio"