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Chapter 0: The Waste Book
As above, so below, War on Earth has begun to mirror the actions of the War in Heaven - the struggle of the holy houses of Christ and their their eternal Adversary shape worldly events. In all things you may read the influence of the divine and of the damned. A boy sits under a tree, dreaming of the near future, of books and writing, as something falls onto him. Not an apple as it would later come to be told, but some sort of unknown substance. As he examines the unknown substance, his mind flashes forward to the life his life would become, not mere books and writing, but coins, and a king who does not yet exist. He looks upwards and sees a tangle of limbs. Climbing the tree, the boy finds a man as black as night with no face, his head a solid sphere, with branches struck through him. No, not a man. An angel. He touches the angel, examining it, kicking it. The angel clings to him, envelops him, swallows him whole, and the boy once again catches glimpses of his life to be - parliament, coins, infinitesimals, optics. Looking at parts of his life, the boy is repulsed, but as he sees the entirety of his life he asks the angel what is to happen. The angel says that he has but one mission given by his creator, the destruction of the Adversary. The boy offers to help. All he must do is live his life, letting the angel live in his shadow. The angel insists that others would dare not strike him. The boy awakes, with all memory of what was found in the branches gone, left only with his dream of a perfectly ordered book.

Chapter 1: Killer of Sheep
Nathaniel Silver stood in the crowd on a dreary January morning, happening to be in Whitehall during the execution of Charles I. He didn't wish to come into town on that day, but the wound on his head had gotten worse, requiring him to be in the area. It was his duty, so he thought, as one of the soldiers who fought and killed to make this happen to see this through. As the king was theatrically killed, there were cheers and wails, people would claim that there were portents of various types, falling stars, beached whales, the severed head talked for minutes afterwards. In later years Silver would write that the last was certainly false, having not noticed it at the time, along with his other writings on history and philosophy. Finally, after spending some time in contemplation, he returned to his troop of soldiers. As he went, he carried with him three things as he ever did. The pain in his head, the scraps of paper with his thoughts and musings about life, and a small wooden box.

Pages to create
Praxis (Book) (maybe dab term should be changed) - unfinished book by Newton, in chapter 0

Opticks - book by Newton, in chapter 0

Principia - book by Newton chapter 0.