The specter hovered over the still waters. Tendrils of near forgotten existence skimmed the serene reflecting pool.
The figure leaned forward and recognized his face. Sutra smiled back at himself. Reaching down, his fingers traced glyphs on the mirrors surface. Intricate shapes temporarily glowed before fading away.
Whispers emanated from the water.
He called to the darkest corners of the kingdom. His thoughts focused upon the many masked faces he had encountered over time.
He called to his brothers and sisters.
The scheme of things had begun to take shape. He fully accepted that this could not be attained alone. It would require the strength and cunning of many. Of legion.
He spoke to the fluid element, requesting it carry his message to the two halves of the kingdom. To the South where the Pride inspired. To the South where the Dragon roosted.
He requested every sin within reach to respond to him in private incantation and prayer.
The time had come. Would they help him write the next chapter in the kingdoms history.
Time had come. S
_________________ The general who advances without seeking fame and retreats without fearing disgrace, whose only thought is to protect his country and do service for his sovereign, is the jewel of his kingdom. -Sun Wu
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