He was young and full of curiosity. Nothing like stories could recreate the lives of the pre-rain people in his imagination. Whenever he read a book, his mind would fill with so many questions about their ways of living, culture and customs and he would go to his Masters asking them about it. Their reactions were always the same. First, they would ask him where he had got these ideas and questions from. And then, they would confiscate the book and send it to the forbidden library. Fiction was harmful. It would put useless questions in one’s head that no one had answers to. It would give rise to false emotions in the reader’s heart, the kinds of feelings that had to be oppressed and denied. But most of all, it gave way to fantasy and imagination. A Saviour Disciple needed no uncontrollable fantasy, to roam about in the imagined world of people who had distanced themselves from nature and were destroyed by it. But young Tirad was too naïve to understand how harmful those stories were to him. He would drown himself in the harsh and dry environment of the peculiar pre-rain atmospheres. He would put himself in place of the characters and try to see the world through their perspectives, to feel as they felt and to think as they thought. He would even try to imitate their walking, sitting and eating habits. He would use in his sentences the pre-rain paraphrases that had no meaning anymore. He would imagine the Saviour Ship as a dense jungle or a crowded city full of buildings and roads, sometimes with restaurants, cinemas, shopping centres, bars and cafes and forbidden pre-rain religion places like mosques, churches and temples. But the closest he could get was to imagine them as being like the Oxan motels or the guest houses of Saviour Island where the pilgrims stayed in. Whenever he read a book, he preferred to live in the imaginary places pictured in them. The temptation of reading fiction was far greater than wanting to sleep with a woman; even though he had never experienced having sex but he knew reading gave him greater pleasure. He is happy now that Hurmaz and his other Masters had rightfully guided him out of such destructive thoughts and desires. The virtuous disciples should only focus on one thing: The Saviour Rules. And in the Saviour Rules, there is no place for the imaginary world of the damned pre-rain men. What puzzles him is that why weren’t these books burnt in the great Book Burning, among the religious book? When Hurmaz became the first disciple, he had banned the Book Burning altogether. Even after the Circle and disciples had reminded him that Book Burning was one of the main Saviour customs carried out by the Saviour himself, he still resisted. He didn’t allow the symbolic event to be held not even by burning a single book. He had said that books were the only source they had to learn about the past people and their mistakes. Someday, they might come of use. But since he also believed they were not appropriate for common people and even the students and disciples – causing them anxiety and stress – he had sent them all out to the forbidden library. What Tirad had heard about the great Book Burning was horrendous. Although he had read about them in the Narratives, but the sayings were more magnificent. For example, some said that the books were too great in number that their flames were seen in the whole Oxan area marking the territory. Any ship that could see the lights of the flames was considered as an Oxan ship and the Ship residents fascinated by this huge fire had gladly joined Oxan as their territory. The whole ten stories of the Saviour Ship were filled with books and now only two cabins of them remains. The Book Burning legend may have been true for the number of burnt books was indeed too many. The pre-rain people had thought to leave behind all their memories and ways of life for the next generations, unawares that the leftovers had no respect, understanding or value for their useless inheritance and believe them to be harmful to their minds.