Kraft had read through the book from the carriage all the way back to his lodgings, trying to find some metaphorical hints in the text. But the Holy Scripture was no historical record; it was all about blending fact and fiction.
To make an inapt comparison, it was like stories of a dragon entering the house before someone's birth, a room glowing red at the moment of birth, or raising a rebellion after slaying a white serpent. They had similar tales here, too—of being extraordinary from birth, slaying evil dragons, and the like. By increasing their prominence in the narrative and emphasizing that being chosen by Heaven was fated and unchangeable, the stories became the sort of history recorded in the Holy Scripture.
Especially for practical reasons, Holy Scripture stories were generally kept to a limited length, so the sacred book wouldn't need to be divided into three volumes. They also had to be readable and understandable to people with an average level of education. As a result, the narratives tended to be straightforward.
The story's beginning offered a basic glimpse into the Church's history in Norse.
Norse had once been deeply divided, with rulers in every region refusing to bow to one another. Lively communities abounded, ranging in scale from villages and towns to territories centered around cities. They fought endlessly, each trying to swallow up the others. Even the largest of them might not have been as powerful as the present-day Duke of Westminster.
There had been too many factions and titles to list, and most could no longer be verified. It was enough to know that this was an ancient and glorious age, when kings were everywhere and Norse was bursting with life, all things competing to thrive.
It was in this environment that the Church landed