“See. Your thoughts are the flame flickering in the wind!” They both shifted their eyes to the small light on the wick, moving quick.
He continued,
“Shadows dance on the wall.
THEY are slaves of mimicry.
THEY mimic you.”
Sutef paused to sip brew. Then his lips moved,
“Let your thoughts remain calm
and YOU will shine forever!”
After a long pause, he extended his arms and said,
“Now say this together, More shadow than flame!”
They repeated,
“More shadow than flame!”
They both understood the game in there own way.
Wunda thought “He's right! Without light, shadows are lame.”
Ee'ti maintained, “Focus on the light, not the tunnel.”
Sutef asked Ee'ti,
“What time is it?”
She couldn't tell because the rain was slick and the clouds thick. She looked behind him, and his hour glass was tipped.
She said, “The time is now!” Sutef flinched.
Then Sutef questioned,
“Why don't you unsheathed the weapon in my presence?”
Wunda followed his suggestion, and the abbot rubbed his index finger and thumb down the blades edges. When his fingers bled, he sucked on the red.
From his lips, his fingertips looked like they had never been ripped. He said,
“Margonos was created by magic to protect Water World with Slanglava. The reason why one can never use it for evil is because it kills demons and heals people. When the blade is forged, it can only be carried by a true hero. It's position is bigger than one man's mission.”
Wunda and Ee'ti both nodded as they continued to listen.
The Abbot finished,
“Now that you understand magic is not our tradition, You have my permission to enlist the Maseeva Militia.”
The Sutef signaled,
“Emic G’sota!”
That’s when Margonos cmae forth and hovered over the rainforest with flames blowing.