Chapter 1

Buongiorno. My name, as you have probably figured out from the cover, is Henrí Kubot. I am a self professed genius and i have proof. I have an IQ score to rival that of even the great Artemis Fowl. I cannot tell you where I live as that would compromise a lot of people including, needless to say, myself. I started in Italian but that doesn’t mean a thing. I speak Dutch, English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish and the lesser known Indian dialects of Hindi and Tamil. A few weeks back I returned from the underground fortress of Matawa, much the wiser about certain things and yet knowing that I had failed. I was depressed, naturally, as failure doesn’t come naturally to me. I visited a psychologist, namely myself, and was given the advice to maybe write my experiences, however painful they were. I was of the impression that this might help relieve the depression. So as a result, here I am, writing this at this very moment the event that still causes innumerable mental pains to me. As an introduction to the event, I shall proceed to pen the next paragraph to give you a basic idea and allow you to decide whether or not to proceed.

For those of you who listen to Metallica, then this topic will be easier to relate to. In their fifth studio album, Metallica, the track listed at number eleven is The God That Failed. Now, I doubt Metallica would have realised this but there is maybe an element of truth in the title of the song. I passed it off the first time as simply a good song with a good bass section and well worded lyrics. It caught my interest yet again after my chance meeting with troublemaker Wütanga Sandjo. He produced a book called ‘ A proof of the failure of the greatest god’. This interested me as no god, as far as I knew, had failed. To add to that was the fact that the book was in ancient, yet in perfect modern English. This proved that modern English had been present and had faded out. It had obviously come back but only millennia later. These were written by someone whose name was too badly disfigured for me to understand. It stated that the current gods in the world are the originals but upstarts had opposed the older gods but had not been able to do much more than complaining. The Greeks had it upside down, but they acknowledged the upside down truth as they had two sets of gods but the others didn’t. The end story was, that even if Metallica did not realise it, their song had a lot of truth in it. The younger gods should have won, but they didn’t. The reason: The God Who Failed.

[Next post: Chapter 2. Coming soon..........]

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