Mistborn #03 The Hero of Ages

help make men."
    "But at a cost," one of the others whispered.
    "What cost?" Sazed asked.
    "That Ruin could one day be allowed destroy the world," Haddek replied.
    The circular chamber fell silent.
    "Hence the betrayal," Haddek said. "Preservation gave his life to imprison Ruin, to keep him from destroying the world."
    Another common mythological theme—the martyr god. It was one that Sazed himself had witnessed in the birth of the Church of the Survivor.
    Yet . . . this time it's my own religion, he thought. He frowned, leaning back, trying to decide how he felt. For some reason, he had assumed that the truth would be different. The scholarly side of him argued with his desire for belief. How could he believe in something so filled with mythological clichés?
    He'd come all this way, believing that he'd been given one last chance to find the truth. Yet, now that he studied it, he was finding that it was shockingly similar to religions he had rejected as false.
    "You seem disturbed, child," Haddek said. "Are you that worried about the things we say?"
    "I apologize," Sazed said. "This is a personal problem, not related to the fate of the Hero of Ages."
    "Please, speak," one of the others said.
    "It is complicated," Sazed said. "For some time now, I have been searching through the religions of mankind, trying to ascertain which of their teachings were true. I had begun to despair that I would ever find a religion that offered the answers I sought. Then, I learned that my own religion still existed, protected by the kandra. I came here, hoping to find the truth."
    "This is the truth," one of the kandra said.
    "That's what every religion teaches," Sazed said, frustration mounting. "Yet, in each of them I find inconsistencies, logical leaps, and demands of faith I find impossible to accept.
    "It sounds to me, young one," Haddek said, "that you're searching for something that cannot be found."
    "The truth?" Sazed said.
    "No," Haddek replied. "A religion that requires no faith of its believers."
    Another of the kandra elders nodded. "We follow the Father and the First Contract, but our faith is not in him. It's in . . . something higher. We trust that Preservation planned for this day, and that his desire to protect will prove more powerful than Ruin's desire to destroy."
    "But you don't know," Sazed said. "You are offered proof only once you believe, but if you believe, you can find proof in anything. It is a logical conundrum."
    "Faith isn't about logic, son," Haddek said. "Perhaps that's your problem. You cannot 'disprove' the things you study, any more than we can prove to you that the Hero will save us. We simply must believe it, and accept the things Preservation has taught us."
    It wasn't enough for Sazed. However, for the moment, he decided to move on. He didn't have all the facts about the Terris religion yet. Perhaps once he had them, he would be able to sort this all out.
    "You spoke of the prison of Ruin," Sazed said. "Tell me how this relates to the power that Lady Vin used."
    "Gods don't have bodies like those of men," Haddek said. "They are . . . forces. Powers. Preservation's mind passed, but he left his power behind."
    "In the form of a pool of liquid?" Sazed said.
    The members of the First Generation nodded.
    "And the dark black smoke outside?" Sazed asked.
    "Ruin," Haddek said. "Waiting, watching, during his imprisonment."
    Sazed frowned. "The cavern of smoke was very much larger than the Well of Ascension. Why the disparity? Was Ruin that much more powerful?"
    Haddek snorted quietly. "They were equally powerful, young one. They were forces, not men. Two aspects of a single power. Is one side of a coin more 'powerful' than the other? They pushed equally upon the world around them."
    "Though," one of the others added, "there is a story that Preservation gave too much of himself to make mankind, to create something that had more of Preservation in them than they had of Ruin. Yet, it would be only a small amount in each individual. Tiny . . . easy to miss, except over a long, long time . . ."
    "So, why the difference in size?" Sazed asked.
    "You aren't seeing, young one," Haddek said. "The power in that pool, that wasn't Preservation."
    "But, you just said—"
    "It was part of Preservation, to be sure," Haddek continued. "But, he was a force—his influence is everywhere. Some of it, perhaps, concentrated into that pool. The rest is . . . elsewhere and everywhere."
    "But Ruin, his mind was focused there,"