CTE/Fantasy1

Ancient Tale
I know the color of the earth deep below its surface and can hear the voices of the stones. Sometimes they speak to me in the darkness, and those basal notes, tremors, keep me awake. They tell me old histories, repeated to them by things long dead and buried, some of them now numbered amongst the stones. I copied many of them onto pages, scraps pulled hastily from the floor in the dead of night, but later transcribed into a proper book, a long volume I called the Book of Old Things. There were many secrets in there, from the ages before mankind. There were stories of when Ka-Gol ruled the earth, with his hordes of lizard-men, and of Bragi, whose tears formed the oceans, and others from before the time when there were names.