Reclaim The Mind, Wisdom of Ages

Simon mad with insanity. The one he decided to kill had awoken all of the others. One spoke then another finally they were all speaking once more.

Simon living out in the wilds now. Having destroyed what normal of a life he would have had. Now he wondered aimlessly most of the time not even aware of where he was or even who he was. Running into trees falling into puddles, Simply tripping over roots and never knowing it.

Alot of the time Simon was even crawling or not even moving more than to roll around on the ground. When anyone saw him when he ventured near a village. All of the villagers shied from him not only did they think he was insane but he was dressed in full armor with a sword.

On one such ocassion Simon was jumped outside of a town a pair of men thinking they could make some gold off the armor or the sword. But as soon as they had touched him. The souls had released Simon urging him into murder. As it was they were both human, Simon never once pulled his sword. Only turning upon them, using the razor metal on his gauntlets to degut the both of them. Blood dripping from his arms as the intestins spill from the humans falling before himself.

As soon as the deed was done the souls within Simon began their assault upon his mind again. Half calling for blood as always the other half trying to speak to Simon to teach him offering guidance upon his way. But all simon ever heard was a jumble thousands of former phoenix's speaking at once.

Simons sanity a thing of the past. Now the souls only cease their mental assault upon him when there is a nescesity for combat or he is in the presence of another phoenix. When in the presence of another phoenix Simon always ended the meeting in blood. Killing every phoenix he had come across but three.

Simon realized it in the moment of his sanity he can only kill those who have evil in their heart he can not even force his sword to kill one who is pure of soul. Almost as soon as he realized it the other phoenix souls residing within himself seemed to calm.

Simon always the diplomat when he could not simply fight sat in the middle of a vast forest as he did when he was young Running through trial and error of forming an agreement with the souls stored within himself.

In the end it was agreed upon. One soul one hour could speak to him. So they could all be heard. Some chose to as they have always wanted teach Simon to make him more proficient. Those he realized were the eldest of his kind three generations of phoenix above him. The very begining the onws who died of greed and power trying to gain in life only what was it they considered knowledge.

There was the other group who wanted nothing but blood. They showed Simon in his mind tecniques of the ages. Thousands of years of combat styles. Perfection Simons own attack with blade or any other weapon he found himself with.

The third and final group of souls were the sacraficed. those were the former Phoenix Priests and Priestesses. They enbedded into Simon the true words of the first phoenix. The scribe of Ages that the phoenix at his birth had watered down. teaching him the truth of their being.

Simon had learned much and He still learns. Making it his life traveling from village to village and country to country slaughtering all phoenix's who do not hold to the true path of the phoenix. Even now he finds himself killing innocents. For there is no innocence in living a lie.

But Simons most important bit of knowledge completly by mistake. He was practicing his fighting in combination with his magic. Perfecting the combat mage style when he accidently tapped into the whole of the souls trapped within himself. His magical energies increased dramatically, his physical limitations increased beyond their already superhuman standards. He had tapped into the strength of the realm of death.

He had found an undrainable powersource to fuel himself through his future. Feats of strength and speed he had no equal. In the power of magic there was no one close to his own power. Yet his very own sanity was returning. He knew what he was. He knew his choices. the souls were in him for a reason.

He would either set his race on the correct path to follow or he would simply wipe the entire race from the face of the world. There was no evil in his heart no more. It was simple logic. This is what he was born for.

Then he shook his head to himself. thinking it impossible, no man or beast has the right to do what he is thinking. Yet it was the strongest thought in his head.

Returning to his Castle he burried his nose back into his books. Mostly the books of lore of his race reading to find a hidden meaning he may have missed before. not finding it he simply screamed out in rage.

Then it was a book he had started so long ago laying before himself. Sitting at his desk he released his mind asking the wise ones within himself to come foreward and reveil the truth.

For Years Simon never awoke . He let the souls guide his body. Though he knew he never left his castle. He never even left that chair. The scholars and priests. Scrolled down every word of every ledgend of every story. Ever written or spoken by a Phoenix.

It was a decade when Simon opened his own eyes. That same bok sitting before himself. The spirits had magically enchanted the book. No matter what page Simon turned to. The book only showed him what it wanted him to see.

Frustrated that there was a price to knowledge. A bind in his life he knew he could not overcome or merely go around. He read and read never turning the page. for as he read the words they faded bringing forth new words.

This is how the book of Simon still bear came into being. There is a link from that book to the spirits within himself. They scribe everything. What all phoenix's are doing, and most importantly they Scribe Simons every movement or thought.

The only thing Simon could do to protect his secrets. As well as the secrets not yet reveiled to himself. He placed a spell upon the book using every ounce of magic that he himself had. Every ounce from every spirirt held within himself. He made it so no one could touch that book without it behing handed to them personally by simons own hand. Unless the Book decides to reveil its secrets to another. For Simon knows all of this knowledge is not for him some of it means nothing to him.

But it was not that point. All of the tactics and magics Simon has learned are stored within that bok and Simon will not let those go willingly.