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Washing his hands from earlier work, Sutra crouched at the roaring river that had formed due to the torrential rains they had endured for two days straight.

Hand digging trenches wasn't the typical past time of a man elected king to his lands. Yet the times demanded loyalty and dedication from all man, woman, and child, above all else - the crown.

The water masked their approach. His busy mind was devoid of detecting them. Slowly the river produced a a set of eyes and a masked face. The first was followed by another, and a pair more. The young ones of the guild had indeed listened to instructions.

The twins approached the rivers edge and nodded to the guild shadow.

"Well done young ones, all of you. May your guile and guise aid us in our fight against those who wish to destroy our very way of life."

The four young faces nodded again and departed, continuing their appointed duties of gathering information from the forest's four corners.

He stood in the darkness. The moonless night bore testament of the renewal the land would experience.

The thunderclap in the distance whined into silence. The rains had come long and hard. Mother was pleased.

Seasons had passed plagued by emotional drought. Anger gave way to jaded apathy. The past had bleed the tomorrows of them all. Tonight, the land and dream would drink deep.

Sutra pressed his forehead against the callous bark of the tree. Her miserable tale left him speechless.

Alice had come, sowing the seed of malignant discord. The trees of the forest wept, aware this moon's phase would not go unbleed.

The ancients bearing the marks of chaos had eagerly accepted her arrival. Though malice and discord could never a house have united, she would try.

He had seen her, heard her in his dreams. He had felt her calling to him. The invitation, laced in deceitful ecstacy lulled him constantly.

'Let the phoenix fade away, for she grows weary of her ungrateful children. The old cling to their comfortable ways and the young tread blindly to their ends...come child...join me....and together....ooohhhhh...together we shall gift to them...oblivion..."

"...oblivion..."

The elder shook with recoiling sadness as it sensed the shard of willingness to submit to the darkness rooted deep inside the inquisitor.

Finding strength, she spoke to him, reminding him of his purpose, menial yet invaluable.

Sutra pressed his ear to the tree and was comforted by the constant hum of nature.

Silently, he made his way back to where the others had camped. A warm fire in this soaking cool weather would be a welcome luxury.

The wet footsteps seemed to echo throughout the enclosed path.

It wasn't the realization of a break in the deep clouds that left him disoriented. Nor was it the fierce full moon emanating welcoming light. It was the reflection off the sky under his feet.

The overwhelming vertigo almost forced him to his knees in a feeble attempt to regain composure.

The clouds raced and gave way to the moon, Sutra looked up into the sky, starry cradle, and realized to his intrigued amazement that the visage had doubled, above and below him.

Amused, he stared intently into the looking glass under foot, and searched for his reflection. Nothing. Out of his peripheral he noticed movement.

She strode confidently, seducing gate and all, stopping underneath him, he looking down, she looking up, and vice versa.

'Alice...' he marveled.
'Sutra...' she whispered.

She bent over for a moment and skimmed the water at their feet. The ripples echoed on both their sides. How intruiging he thought to himself.

"Isn't it?" she coyly replied. She smiled as concern crossed upon the monarchs face.

"Ohhhh...you've know all along....little one...." she sang.

"The kingdom will resist you, you know this Alicia."

"Will they, or are they secretly eager to kneel to a goddess, as opposed to a puppet of flesh and blood?" Her sanguine lips trembled, excitement seeming to overflow.

"You will know the true strength of the Phoenix that blesses our lands...all too soon, witch."

"Soon...do you promise to be there?" She teased.

"I do."

A wicked sense of doubt shook his core. If she can affect his world, he must be able to reach into her's, he reasoned.

Inclining a foot or two forward, Sutra pressed his hand's to the watery surface. She smiled amused watching just how curiosity would kill this...king.

Her hand reached up and out of her side of the calm film and wrapped itself around his, the strength of a thousand legions reached out to him, defiant till oblivions end.

The imagery that filled his head was unspeakable, indescribable. He would see the grave before being able to explain this moment.

The thundering footsteps rushed passed him, the kingdom's army was being pushed back.

Instantly, he recoiled back, released of the muses grip. She was gone, no where to be found by the searching man.

A deep grunting voice yelled out to the dark one, wrapped up in a shroud of black confusion.

"You majesty, the Alician's have breached the main wall, we must fall back to the Red Queen's station!"

Panic glistened brightly in his eyes, awaiting for the assuring words of agreement.

Sutra stared back dumbfounded for a moment hoping the bewitched reflection left his courage intact.

"Go! Protect the queen, we must hold till morning!" he barked back to the captain.

The small contingent continued on into the darkness, knowing the monarch hated being attended to or escorted anywhere. This they had become accustomed to.

Sutra stood up, soaked by the fall into the puddle he had studied intently moments ago.

She was here, in their Tanglewood. They had to make a stand or the beginning of the end would be now.

Gripping the hardened bow he faithfully depended on, he rushed into the woods seeking out the enemies of his lands.

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