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The white raven looked down at the Dauntless house with its red eyes that glowed like super heated rubies. They were unblinking eyes, with a purpose and burning intelligence in them.
The bird thought back to earlier that day. To what it had seen.
It had seen an ending.
It had seen Jin'li Epinoch defeated at long last, the trap made by the son of Askier Mergrey executed to perfection in a brief moment of time.Â
The bomb. The never ending assault by the snipers. The aether flow. The corrupting power of the stone that had been lodged into Jin'li's body by Melkire and caused the abomination to disintegrate into nothing as it had torn Jin'li apart at the most basic of levels.Â
It had been executed to perfection. Executed by those who desired the end to Jin'li and his efforts to change the world.
Jin'li as gone. But his shadow still hung over the world. Still his arms company pumped out weapons to fuel conflicts.
Still, his victims licked their wounds and suffered.
Still the white raven remained.
It cawed from atop the highest windmill of the Goblet as the strong gusts spun the great sails that drove the shafts below to draw up the water the city needed.Â
Water once poisoned.
The Epinoch legacy.
A legacy that wasn't over yet.
The crow cawed and blue smoke rose up from the animal's mouth as it shook. The smoke grew in density and mass until it was nearly six feet tall. The weaving gases expanded further before the column of cloud blew away to reveal a haggard miqo'te in ragged attire, peering down at the same house.
Blond hair fell about the golden eyes as a black ash smear covered the space between his eyes. Across his back was strapped some sort of board and black bandages were wrapped around his palms and fingers.
He was smiling to himself as his golden eyes kept watching the building.Â
Inside that building might be the last being with the true, unaltered Epinoch blood in their veins. And the Epinoch madness might be trying to take root.
The golden smug cat flicked his tail and shook his head as he reflected. How much had he changed since death? Was he not more crafty now? Had he not played the game for both sides? Had he not only manipulated Jin'li, but also all those who had stood united against the youngest Epinoch? Had he, at long last, dug deep into his mind, and realized he was the union of his brothers and able to surpass both? Was he not making things as he felt they should be?
The Twelve he served knew his heart. And he knew it too.
So much to do. No sense in waiting.
He stretched, his bones popping as they settled into their original form. Once he felt sufficiently stretched, he calmly turned to a ladder and proceeded to go about his business.
The white raven looked down at the Dauntless house with its red eyes that glowed like super heated rubies. They were unblinking eyes, with a purpose and burning intelligence in them.
The bird thought back to earlier that day. To what it had seen.
It had seen an ending.
It had seen Jin'li Epinoch defeated at long last, the trap made by the son of Askier Mergrey executed to perfection in a brief moment of time.Â
The bomb. The never ending assault by the snipers. The aether flow. The corrupting power of the stone that had been lodged into Jin'li's body by Melkire and caused the abomination to disintegrate into nothing as it had torn Jin'li apart at the most basic of levels.Â
It had been executed to perfection. Executed by those who desired the end to Jin'li and his efforts to change the world.
Jin'li as gone. But his shadow still hung over the world. Still his arms company pumped out weapons to fuel conflicts.
Still, his victims licked their wounds and suffered.
Still the white raven remained.
It cawed from atop the highest windmill of the Goblet as the strong gusts spun the great sails that drove the shafts below to draw up the water the city needed.Â
Water once poisoned.
The Epinoch legacy.
A legacy that wasn't over yet.
The crow cawed and blue smoke rose up from the animal's mouth as it shook. The smoke grew in density and mass until it was nearly six feet tall. The weaving gases expanded further before the column of cloud blew away to reveal a haggard miqo'te in ragged attire, peering down at the same house.
Blond hair fell about the golden eyes as a black ash smear covered the space between his eyes. Across his back was strapped some sort of board and black bandages were wrapped around his palms and fingers.
He was smiling to himself as his golden eyes kept watching the building.Â
Inside that building might be the last being with the true, unaltered Epinoch blood in their veins. And the Epinoch madness might be trying to take root.
The golden smug cat flicked his tail and shook his head as he reflected. How much had he changed since death? Was he not more crafty now? Had he not played the game for both sides? Had he not only manipulated Jin'li, but also all those who had stood united against the youngest Epinoch? Had he, at long last, dug deep into his mind, and realized he was the union of his brothers and able to surpass both? Was he not making things as he felt they should be?
The Twelve he served knew his heart. And he knew it too.
So much to do. No sense in waiting.
He stretched, his bones popping as they settled into their original form. Once he felt sufficiently stretched, he calmly turned to a ladder and proceeded to go about his business.
