“Lee Lou,” hissed General Ji-Shu, “Our prophet is near those trees”
I trailed behind him as he marched towards the two maple trees
Golden powder trickled from the leaves, forming a male figure. As the last speck fell on him, the man collapsed, stomach down
“Get up!” said the General as he kicked the Golden Prophet in the face
Blood fell from his lips as he raised his head
I had heard many stories about this man, but never had I layed eyes on him. He was certainly not the glorious man I had heard about over the years. He was small and fragile, with an ugly face worn with mistreatment. I felt sorry for him
General Ji-Shu smiled, “Show me the path to victory” he asked
The Prophet shook his head no
General Ji-Shu kicked him again, and drew his sword. “Show me the path,” he howled
The Prophet opened his mouth, releasing a transluscent scroll that weaved through the air.
It read, “Compassion is the only cure”
Ji-Shu cocked his head in disgust. He then swished his sword and marched away,blood trailing behind him