The first man was I, and God named me Ender Wiggin. He told me to go out into the canvas he had created and shape it into a world suited for man and beast. At first his instructions confused me, and I looked back up into the sky and asked “who am I to alter the world made by God, how can a lowly man hope to live up to your great vision?” His answer did not come in words but in knowledge. It was a knowing of which I was both aware and unaware of. Like coming upon a point of many paths, there were choices there, many more than I could count, but there were also no choices. I knew which path I must take and I could take no other. So with this knowing I set out as a tool of God to pave the way for my kin.
This first pictograph I believe refers to the birth of Ender Wiggin. I am yet unable to conclude the exact nature of his creation however.
My first trek out upon this canvas was one full of despair. Fathom the reason for this sadness I could not, but immediately I knew that fault was my own to bare. When the Creator gave me life and task, I had expressed doubt towards my purpose. I realized then that Purpose was in fact the province of my lord; purpose was faith in his almighty greatness. The doubt I expressed was my lack of faith, and through such doubt I left the door wide open for agents of evil.
This second pictograph clearly displays the agents of evil that Ender Wiggin spoke of, it might be prudent for those of us of the faith to identify these agents for clearly they must still roam our world.
It was cold I felt that brought me such anguish, cold and darkness. This I knew was the product of evil. I began to run, seeking to escape it. My legs were swift and my feet pounded the ground fiercely. Every step ravaged the earth, uncovering precious metals and upsetting the smooth uniformity which God had created. I fled for many generations, in all directions with vision hindered. Finally out of breathe, I stopped and I waited. An eternity passed, and as I started to think all hope was lost, I heard the cry of a bird on the wind. From the sky an eagle then landed, a scion of a Great Spirit. He took form of a man, yet I knew him to be much more. Through words of wisdom he related to me of the beast I must seek.
This third pictograph shows the scion. We must all be grateful that he chose to address Ender Wiggin, if not for him we might all still be living in darkness.
I traveled the direction from the scion's insistence. It was not long before I heard a roaring in the distance. Fear stopped my heart, yet I knew I must continue. Slowly I crept closer and closer, the roaring louder and louder until suddenly, silence. From that silence came a whisper. A whisper so soft I could not discern it. I tilted my head and gave all my attention.
“Sky”
The first word I could hear. I stepped closer and continued to listen.
“Forest”.
The purpose of these words were still unclear. I held my breathe and and reached out with my arms, hoping to entice the voice to speak all that it knows.
“YOU NEED ASK JORB GOD MAKE FIRE, FIRE FALL FROM SKY FIRE BURN FOREST. “
The booming words caused me to stumble. As I fell back a massive paw grasped me. A brown and hairy creature towered over my person. With my hands firmly in grip it began to spin. Its stepped were deliberate and calculated, its voice sang with unknown words. I soon picked up the rhythm and synced my steps. Together we cried out to our God and the world was bathed in heavenly fire.
The final pictograph, revealing the secret of fire.
