Beginnings — Ken Branscum

Please allow me to introduce myself. I am a man, yet not a man. I possess many things that would constitute wealth and taste. The truth of the matter is that these things are items from my past, an accumulation that matters only to me. I have been around for more years than I care to think of. It is my blessing and my curse that I cannot die, a fact of ultimate irony since I am being punished in this way for killing my brother, Abel.

But this is not my story. That story will come another time. This is the story of two other brothers, their god and their conflict with Isis herself. I bring this journal forth once again to try to break the circle. Little is remembered of human history in very ancient times, but what has been recorded in the incomplete tomes you know as history has always told of religious struggle for dominance--and that the dominating religion destroys all known evidence of any earlier religion in conflict with conquering belief system or ritual practice. Even with absolute control, is it possible to totally erase the existence of a proceeding civilization or religion? I have ensured with this tome that the story of where we came from and where we are going will be re-told in its entirety.

Cain