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I bathe in a warm pool. It's been a while since Viren has seen me. I don't know when or if he'll do it. Yet, he is still curious and hungry for power. He organized a meeting of the kings illegally. He is willing to do whatever it takes to conquer Zadia. 

"I wonder how the meeting's going." I say. 

I move my finger in a circle on the surface of the water. The water shows Viren and the council. My, how the kings have changed. There was a child. A girl, young and strong, she seems to have a good heart. Two kings who pretend to be strong but are really children in clothes. A queen whose to stuck up for her kingdom. Rulers have changed in five hundred years.

The meeting seems to be going well. He uses the assassination attempt to strike fear into their hearts. Then he talks about dragons lighting up the sky. 

"Let me tell you a story. A true story. A story that happened to the kingdom of Duren and the kingdom of Cotalice." Viren said. 

Ooh. This is getting interesting. I do love stories. Especially this one. I take some purple stones and blow them into the water. The image changed to the actual story. I watch as Viren takes the portrait with the king. Friendship. Heh. That word means nothing to me anymore. For 500 years I have been imprisoned all because of Ibis, a use to be friend. 

I watch as the images change revealing King Hairo's wisdom. He was wise and kind. But as always kindness can be a thing that stabs you in the back. I watch them give food. I pick a grape from the vines, and I put it into my mouth. I like snacks while watching a story in play.

I watch as lord Viren presents a 'creative' solution to King Hairo. A heart of a magma titian? I knew he was hungry, but I didn't know he was that crazy. Once Thunder hears of these humans, he will destroy them. He will plunder them.



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