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The forests… My instincts are on a high… My senses filled with the intense desire for war… for fighting… They gave me espionage mamma… Major General took one look at your languidly small built daughter and said, “Here’s our girl, she’s going to get us information about the enemy!” I guess it would be selfish for me to burden Lynx with everything… Mamma… The enemy razed our house to the ground… They seem to know too much about our ancestry… We had to hide father with the military after an attempt on his life… Lynx said it was paramount we kept him alive… She said that he was the only living soul who knows all about the Guardians… Our ancestors’ knowledge resides in his bosom… We can’t lose that… She said… The war refuses to end mamma… We’re trying so hard… Major General has asked me to uncover the cause… The cause… I feel it in my mind’s eye… Yet I can’t see it… The lockets you gave us… one half with my older sister and one half with me… Protects us with your love… I’ve heard Lynx has slaughtered battalions… while I have reached the heart of the enemy’s lair… unharmed… Thank you mamma for … your protection… your love… teaching us the secrets of your guild… We sisters fight in your memory… We keep our lives on the line for our ancestry and our guild…
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The trick not to be seen in this hot and wet jungle… is to turn yourself into a golden tiger at every possible opportunity…
She jumped deftly across a fallen tree trunk which was like a bridge across the deep stream…
Saw a horrible sight a few hours ago… Commanders… Enemy commanders were bringing their slain back to life… So that’s how they replenish their enemy… Mere mortals playing the role of the Divine… Something really fishy going on there… Well whoever is behind this is certainly angering the Gods… My ears twitch again… Now, who is it? Mortal or Super Human? I’m really getting tired of this…
She turned around and gave a huge roar… She stopped mid-roar in surprise… as her mind was hit with the icy yet pleasant thoughts of Lynx… Sister, don’t eat me… As a large snow white bird dropped her sister’s clothes and sword… It alighted right on the other side… And as it splayed its wings… It turned into the ivory form of Lynx…
“Hin…” she said in her soft voice reminiscent of the pine trees rustling in the winter breeze… icy yet filled with warmth… “Sister, you flew again?” asked Hin still in her animal form… “I had to,” she replied, “Took me a day and a night to get here…” “You’re still not tired?” asked an incredulous Hin as her sister pulled on her clothes… “No not yet,” she smiled, “I’ve flown for days without being tired before… You look tired though…” “Just something I found out…” Hin said turning into her golden form and pulling on her shorts and buttoning her shirt… which were lying a few paces behind her… “The commanders are playing God… The enemy ones I mean… Just found that out a few hours ago… They were bringing their slain back to life…” “No wonder I thought they were like clumsy children,” Lynx whispered, barely audible, “When I was seven mamma told me that the ones who try to bring the dead back to life are infidels… mortals with blackened souls… who turn to beasts… half human… half beast… Human form but beast like with disintegrating souls… This is all Djjon’s doing… The God of Hate…”
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