Prolog

The Alpha of the Asylum
considers the ‘paperwork’ of the Day
He looks out the window
and comments on its perfection to the Beta Angel on his left

The Beta Angel fidgets
The Alpha considers
“Speak angel
what is it that troubles you?”

“I open my heart to you
So that you may read my intent . . .
This work order?
You wish to create this E’Kylar hero?”

“Indeed.”
“But what is the purpose of such a one?
I mean just looking at the specifications gives me the . . .”

“Is there something wrong with my particulars?”
“No
Never that.
It just that if I read this correctly
He will be destined to meet with the Khymaira
You designed last week. . .
If they meet it will be . . .
Well it will be awful.”
“Yes?”
“Like chaos and anti-chaos
mutual assured destruction . . .”
“Yes?”
“And this is what you want?”
“Yes.”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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