It started out in our ancient city where the ruins of many cities mingled with our modern architecture. Our modern history begins with the discovery of a small square panel at the base of the most ancient wall in the most ancient part of town, which is now known as the Wall of God. A temple was made around this wall that still stands today at the center of The Great Temple.
According to the history, God became upset when one of our ancestors put their finger in one of the holes in the panel. It is said that God burnt their insides and threw them across the court. For several thousand years after that first discovery people feared God. They feared God and the Wall of God. The ancient law was written by allowing God to rule over transgressions: making the accused put their finger in the panel. God was harsh, and a cruel justice code was created.
Eventually, archaeologists discovered a lost city forgotten by time. There they discovered other temples left to God, and in those temples they found ancient talismans. These talismans were brought to the city, cleaned off, and put on display in the great temple to honor the glory of God. There was much debate as to the meaning of these talismans; their peculiar shapes and sizes, all with a length of cord attached. The archaeologists speculated as to the purpose of these talismans, but the priests considered any digression from the ancient justice code as blaspheme. The church became divided and riots broke out over whether or not the talismans could be attached to God. Riots turned into wars, and there was a thousand years of bloodshed before The Prophet came.
At the time, the Prophet worked at the temple as a janitor. He cleaned the temple seven nights a week to support his family. The wars were hard on everyone. When The Prophet’s oldest son became of age he joined the army and was quickly sent away to battle. The oldest son would send a letter home every month with money to help the family. One day, when things were particularly hard, a letter came from the son. Everyone had a chance to read it except The Prophet; he was too busy running errands and finding odd work to make extra money. At dinner he took the letter and put it in his pocket to read at work, where it would be quiet. But, he forgot that the temple was always dark at night, and when he got there he realized that he would have to wait until morning to read his son’s letter.
The night wore on and The Prophet’s mind was fixed on his son. He missed his oldest son dearly. Standing there, lost in thought, staring at the Wall of God and the row of talismans on their pedestals, he thought of what the blasphemous archaeologists said about the talismans. Driven by his despair and loneliness the Prophet took a gilded staff from its pedestal, and without thinking, without fear, plugged its cord into the panel on the Wall of God.
The priests found The Prophet asleep in the glow of God’s light with the letter from his son on his lap. Driven by their fear, the priests had the Prophet executed for the sacrilege.