RE: Practice Practice Practice
Duncan looked up from the floor of the castaway's hope. Strange markings on the floor lay before him. He stared at them for a moment almost confused by them. They were of that same markings in the tomb, the same words that Lysire had uttered alone in the dark. Duncan barely realized that he was holding a marker. As his eyes fixed on it, he noticed those same strange markings were all over his hands and arms. He slowly rose up from the floor and walked over to the mirror. Every bit of exposed flesh had those same markings on them.
In the back of his mind, Lysire's words echoed, "you already know who you have chosen to entrust the fate of the Galaxy with."
There was so much in his mind that it actually hurt. He closed his eyes only to see the remains of that battlefield before him. Images of Master Chun, Baklid, all of them invaded each other and overwhelmed him.
He opened his eyes the mirrors and Lysire standing behind him, "its up to you to start guiding them, and prepare for the day when your story will end."
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