Ok, Like promised here is part 2. Once again, forgive.
High up on the mountain peak
Of the eastern world,
Lies a tribe who does speak
Of the founding of the world.
An ancient tribe among the old lines
Of man they do exist.
Heralding the past that binds
Us all in this mysterious mist.
The people were of this ancient land
Where nature they surely worshiped.
To the gods they promised a hand
In those times of darkness.
And in this village lived a boy
Who was smarter than he?
None could claim to be.
And as such the boy grew coy
‘Tell us young one, who born the stars into the skies?’
They asked with a grin.
For they knew that the boy could not ever begin
To find the answer that always lies within.
The boy thought for an answer for many years
Trying his best to find the answer for his peers.
And finally, with an admittance of loss
Did the boy admit that he did not know.
So, depressed as he
Set out on a mission to meet
One who could see
The answer that he surely did need.
Down the mountains he did go
Through the rain, heat, and snow.
Off the top of the world
To where the mountain was low.
Through the forests, hills, and plains
Did he wander through them all.
All in search of an answer
Ever so small.
Step by step he did walk,
Through the land.
Meeting folks of all sort
And with them he did talk.
The told him of the clash in the west
Of the Menace that suckled from the mountain breast.
Clash and clash of arms they did fight
Enough to give any man a fright.
So south he did wander.
Until he walked into Veritas one day
And meet a priest most intelligent.
‘Son,” He did preach, ‘For what you are here I do wonder.’
“Father, forgive me,’ Did he say
‘I was born in the mountains, raised in the mountains,
And yet I am not in those mountains because of a quest.’
Was what the boy began.
‘In my home were many wise men,
Who are asked me to answer this question for them,
‘Who hangs the stars in the skies?’
And from this question did my quest begin.
The priest thought for a minute before speaking.
‘Son, you are most wise to not know the answer
To this question.
For knowing such would be a tragedy.
There is One who does know
For wiser than every man is he.
From his palace in the heavens
He rules over everything you do see.
Yet let me tell you a story
My good son.
For only after knowing this story
Can you truly see the truest light.
Long ago man was pure of heart
Descended from the One
Were the early men
And as good as good they were.
Over time these men grew evil and bad
Stealing, preaching blastmephy
And fighting they did do.
Until the One was sufficiently mad.
He cast them out of paradise
And into the world below.
To make up their sins
Until they made amends.
Man grew and grew and grew
Until he ruled over the land
From Khermi to Veritas
Did the word expand.
Yet during all this time
The word was expanding
The message was corrupted
All across the know land.
The word was misinterpreted
The people forgot His words
And as such, did the religions of this world
Spring into existence.
From Crystals to Blades
The world was changed.
Until one man from a land
Would find another from another strange.
So the message grew vague.
Misunderstood and full of mistakes
Were the books of this word,
That men never grew good.
Now the world lies in dangers
From wars and the strangers
Both aims to strike
Against the might
Of the world of the East.
- Old Hypandiun Hymm.
Two weeks had passed since I had fatefully fallen into the crevice. Living and studying under the old man. The man had taken me on as his apprentice after a week has passed and I had made my choice.
The man was a religious priest, serving a small village that was scattered across the top of the mountain. Everyone would meet together at his home once a week and study the word under the man. The people would come from all over the mountain top to learn from the man.
The village was one of the few remaining Hypandium villages. The Hypandiums were an ancient group of people, pretty much unknown to the world. They preferred to stay in their mountain villages and live an excluded life. The people were supposedly one of the earliest converts to Oneism, after a young man visited Veritas and brought back word.
Anyway, the old man was this village’s leader. He was in charge of the only book in the entire village, a very old copy of the word. He despised the lower world, mainly because over the centuries the “true” word was messed up. We had been reviewing the “mistakes” in the common view and the “true” word.
“Did you study last night?” The man quizzed, looking at me over his eyebrows. He himself was studying the book, taking notes. That was the thing that amazed me about the man: even at such an old age the man was still interested in learning the true word.
“Of course.” I answered politely.
“I surely hope you did.” He said with the trace of an evil smile. “Test time. First, where and where did God originate?”
I smiled. Trick question. “Nowhere. God is, has always been, and shall always be existing in the stars.”
“Good.” He nodded. “Why was man ejected from paradise?”
“Man was expelled from paradise because man became evil. Man was not worthy of gracing the heavens.”
“Better. Why did God put man on earth and what must man do to earn his way back into heaven?”
I strained for a second to remember the lesson. It was a recent one, no more than a day or two old. It hit me within a minute later. “In order to gain entry into heaven man must first atone for all his sins.”
“What else?”
“……”
The man sighed for a second before perking back up. “The soul son, the soul!” He stressed.
“Oh yeah! Man was placed on earth to atone for his sins. Only after he atones for all things bad that he has done shall he be allowed to reenter heaven.”
“Good. Now for today’s lesson.” He said, flipping carefully through the old book. “ The soul was created by God as a method of keeping track of who can enter heaven and who can’t. When man performs a sin, a black mark is sketched onto his soul. As long as a person has one black mark, then he can not enter heaven. The person, rather than entering heaven, shall be born once more and be given another shot at cleaning his life.”
“But what of those nonbelievers and evildoers?”
“That is the miracle of God himself: He is forgiving. As long as a person needs to discover the truth, he may have it. Birth after birth he shall receive until he finally cleans up his life. On the other hand, an evildoer is forced to be put back onto earth until he cleans up his soul, something that may take a long depending on how dark a person’s heart is.”
I silently nodded and continued to take notes on the spruce parchment.
And nerve gas 
thanks for that story btw father of the lens, that was so sweet of you i would hug you but.. well... im sweaty 
I've also experienced a surge of story ideas lately. I guess it was kind of pent up after a long period of no writing...
Don't want Iggy's wrath upon me, you see. Well, I might be doomed already, considering I whined about the stats earlier. Still, I haven't seen anything of those penguin assas-*SHLINCK*
