The Book of World Lore is a chronicle of ET's early years from the
perpective of 3 World clan members. It begins with Kathy Griffin's,
Kayal's, lengthy and moving entry, which follows unedited.
The Book of World Lore is massive. It has a black leather binding
and, in large gold script, the word World across the top. A large
colorful illustraion of the World tree dominates the rest of the cover.
Pages 1
She paused at the door. It was open. Just entering the Gold Hallway for
the first time was daunting enough, but the thought of also entering this
room was terrifying. The command had been clear though, "The God Darius
commands you to his Room". She was sure those were the words that had
echoed around and around in her head and had only stopped when she had
reached this Hallway. She was only a child but she knew better than to
ignore the summoning of a God, especially the summoning by her God. She was
a child, but she was a child of World.
Tentatively, she stepped into the room. It was almost an anti-climax to
find no-one there. The magnificent room was actually reassuring. The
amazing and wonderful items seemed to blend into a peaceful and reassuring
haven. Ancient tomes filled the shelves which lined the walls. A God who
valued knowledge and entertained other possible views was a comforting
image. But it was the fire pit in the center of the giant prayer wheel that
really drew her eye. She had a strange affinity to fire. She smiled and
almost relaxed as the glow of the fire cast comforting shadows around the
room. Although her fear was dissipating, she didn't venture any further
into the room. She waited respectfully at the door. The occasional crack
from the fire broke the silence and she could also hear a strange creaking.
It seemed to come from the balcony which she could just make out beyond the
fire.
Page 2
Someone said "Don't stop child, its the balcony where you are needed"
She peered around herself intently but could no more discern the speaker,
than she had been able to earlier when she'd received the command to come here.
She edged her way around the perimeter of the room, somehow feeling unworthy
to step into or violate the sanctity of the beautiful prayer wheel. Again
she paused, this time at the archway that lead out into the balcony. This
glare of the sunlight, she felt momentarily blinded. All the while the
creaking continued. As her vision adjusted she managed to make out the
figure slowly rocking in the old chair. All she could really see was,
cascading long fair hair and a shimmering cloak drawn tightly around the
figure. The silence was broken by words softly murmured as though not really
for the child to hear, "so the time has come, he has chosen the new Keeper".
The figure turned and with a shock the child felt piercing blue eyes look
deep into her soul. The Lady smiled and said softly "he has chosen
well...you will be true to World".
Page 3
The child gasped as the realization hit her. She couldn't stop the startled
exclamation "but...you are Kayal!" Shocked by her own temerity and rudeness
she tried to stammer an apology. She stood before Kayal, one of the legends
of World, she who had been Mortal and God and it was rumored was Mortal
again. Involuntarily, her hand started to reach out, wanting to touch, to
feel, to see if this was dream or reality. Instead she dropped into a deep
curtsey and managed to say "My lady, forgive the rudeness".
Kayal gave a sad laugh and said "No child, I know they speak of me as a
great hero, but you can see why I hide. Now I'm just an old war horse put
out to pasture". Then with a sigh Kayal settled back into the rocking chair
and murmured "Tis a slow process this dying". The child heard a sigh in the
air and it seemed to spark some life into Kayal. For a moment she seemed to
shimmer with power, though maybe it was anger, and in a vehement tone she
spoke to the air "You promised....you said I could stay here forever and you
know there is only one thing that can happen now".