It was the most fearsome dagger High Priest Hanalla had ever laid eyes upon.
golden hilt wrapped in worn but well maintained leather gave way to a curved and
The blade, embedded into the inner door of Hanalla’s prayer chamber,
pinned a note which only escalated the menacing presence.
To whom it may concern:
If you seek your tome, it’s left this place,
I’ve stolen your map of time and space,
Now days and destinies work for me
No chance for you to change your fate,
My plan is in action and you’re too late
As you read, I summon the Gods,
From the east and the south, from the west and the north,
Indeed, for me, they will bring forth
The election of a warrior, who battles through fire,
Not the birth of a princess, or an Aztec sire.
If you want to see the map, my friend
Do what I say, and there shall be peace again
For now it is mine, the only way to get it back
Is to salvage the pieces, scrap by scrap
In the far, far east, there shall lie,
A nation of Knights: the Samurai.
When there, you must find the strongest of these
On the highest mountain, seek Mitsurugi.
Hanalla clutched the note, which doomed him and mocked him.
He fell to his
knees, weak and consumed by fear.
The birth of the royal family’s first child moved
closer with each breath the queen drew.
If the book was not used to foresee the future of
the infant heir, there would be no telling what could come of the child’s rule.
of the empire depended on the book’s prophesized coming of an age of peace.
knew the book had to be recovered at any cost.