TIME IS UP
Lightning streaked across the sky as the wind thrashed against the castle, fanning the small bush fires glowing all around the fortress. The sky was dark, and the Tamamayu book seemed to be absorbing the oppressive atmosphere, growing more and more restless as the day wore on. Yi and Hanga were lead out into the courtyard by six samurai. Musashi stood calmly waiting on the platform, a dull sword in hand. The thought of the oncoming bloodshed at his hands did not stir him; it was just another Tuesday morning. Yi and Hanga were pushed down a long track through the crowd of people who had paid good money to see this once in a lifetime event - the death of two high ranked officials to the blade of another man; the most disrespectful death possible for any samurai. They stepped up onto the platform, their heads bowed in shame. Musashi took one look at them, sniffed, and spat at their feet. The crimson general would die first. He grabbed Yi by the neck, threw him to the wooden floor of the platform and stood on the frightened man's head. A clean swipe right through the neck would be the simple end of a once proud man's life. Musashi raised his sword for a mighty blow. Suddenly Musashi rose into the air, spinning in an anticlockwise direction. His revolutions got faster and faster, until he was just a blur, engulfed in a mini tornado. A small, crackling storm brewed above the platform and lightning bolted down striking the disabled man, engulfing him in flame. Screaming out in extreme agony "GODS!! Why have you forsaken me for following my Master? Is this not what is written in your scrolls? Written by your followers? Written by... my..." By now he was reduced to a whisper "... uncle...?" Then Musashi blacked out. He was thrown out of the weathering fury, across the courtyard and into the wall. A protruding rock pierced through his back and jutted out his chest. The lifeless body hung motionless. Musashi was dead. To add to the confusion three massive dragons flew overhead, shaking the fortress to its foundations, the panicking people forced to the ground. The Tamamayu Book sped out of the castle, up into the sky, where it hovered, waiting for something. The dragons began to circle the book, seemingly about to attack it. Instead, they turned tail, swooping down and attacking the fortress, heading for the castle.

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