ii. a reflection.

*** This is the 2nd post in a series of novel installments.

to prevent spoilers, please read "i. prologue" first.


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i never realised that i was never to become his direct successor.

the other elders had already chosen their descendents:

the Elder of Charity chose one who had Sinned much in his life, and gave him a chance at redemption;

the Elder of Accountancy chose one who came from foreign lands, where the other end of the Silk Road led to;

the Elder of Creativity chose one who had been gifted with unlimited purity, whose juices of joy could be spread across the land;

the Elder of Discipline chose one who was learned at the art of deception, yet blessed with a heart of gold;

the Great Elder chose one who had been determined from the start to wield the sceptre of leadership.

however, little did i know that there were still the three masked elders that had not yet chosen...

(to be continued)