Mistborn #03 The Hero of Ages

your time, then. Where can I find your superiors?"
    The lead kandra snorted. "Do not think you have us quelled just because you were able to draw us together. I see no reason for you to speak with the First Generation, even if you can blaspheme quite accurately."
    Sazed raised an eyebrow. "Blaspheme?"
    "You are not the Announcer," the kandra said. "This is not the end."
    "Have you seen the ash up above?" Sazed said. "Or, has it stopped up the entrances to this cavern complex so soundly that nobody can escape to see that the world is falling apart?"
    "We have lived a very long time, Terrisman," one of the other kandra said. "We have seen periods where the ash fell more copiously than others."
    "Oh?" Sazed asked. "And you have, perhaps, seen the Lord Ruler die before as well?"
    Some of the kandra looked uncomfortable at this, though the one at the lead shook his head. "Did TenSoon send you?"
    "He did," Sazed admitted.
    "You can make no arguments other than those he has already made," the kandra said. "Why would he think that you—an outsider—could persuade us, when he could not?"
    "Perhaps because he understood something about me," Sazed said, tapping his book with his pen. "Are you aware of the ways of Keepers, kandra?"
    "My name is KanPaar," the kandra said. "And yes, I understand what Keepers do—or, at least, what they did, before the Father was killed."
    "Then," Sazed said, "perhaps you know that every Keeper has an area of specialty. The intention was that when the Lord Ruler finally did fall, we would already be divided into specialists who could teach our knowledge to the people."
    "Yes," KanPaar said.
    "Well," Sazed said, rubbing fingers over his book. "My specialty was religion. Do you know how many religions there were before the Lord Ruler's Ascension?"
    "I don't know. Hundreds."
    "We have record of five hundred and sixty-three," Sazed said. "Though that includes sects of the same religions. In a more strict count, there were around three hundred."
    "And?" KanPaar asked.
    "Do you know how many of these survived until this day?" Sazed asked.
    "None?"
    "One," Sazed said, holding up a finger. "Yours. The Terris religion. Do you think it a coincidence that the religion you follow not only still exists, but also foretells this exact day?"
    KanPaar snorted. "You are saying nothing new. So my religion is real, while others were lies. What does that explain?"
    "That you should listen, perhaps, to members of your faith who bring you tidings." Sazed began to flip through his book. "At the very least, I would think that you'd be interested in this book, as it contains the collected information about the Hero of Ages that I was able to discover. Since I knew little of the true Terris religion, I had to get my information from secondhand accounts—from tales and stories, and from texts written during the intermediate time.
    "Unfortunately," Sazed continued, "much of this text was changed by Ruin when he was trying to persuade the Hero to visit the Well of Ascension and set him free. Therefore, it is quite well corrupted and tainted by his touch."
    "And why would I be interested?" KanPaar asked. "You just told me that your information is corrupt and useless."
    "Useless?" Sazed asked. "No, not useless at all. Corrupt, yes. Changed by Ruin. My friend, I have a tome here filled with Ruin's lies. You have a mind filled with the original truths. Apart, we know very little. However, if we were to compare —discovering precisely which items Ruin changed—would it not tell us exactly what his plan is? At the very least, it would tell us what he didn't want us to focus on, I think."
    The room fell silent.
    "Well," KanPaar finally said, "I—"
    "That will be enough, KanPaar," a voice said.
    Sazed paused, cocking his head. The voice hadn't come from any of those beside the pedestals. Sazed glanced around the room, trying to discover who had spoken.
    "You may leave, Seconds," another voice said.
    One of the Seconds gasped. "Leave? Leave you with this one, an outsider?"
    "A descendant," one of the voices said. "A Worldbringer. We will hear him."
    "Leave us," said another voice.
    Sazed raised an eyebrow, sitting as the Second Generationers—looking rattled—left their lecterns and quietly made their way from the room. A pair of guards pushed the doors shut, blocking the view of those kandra who had been watching outside. Sazed was left alone in the room with the phantoms who had spoken.
    Sazed heard a scraping sound. It