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     Olme Tlaloco |
13 rabbit, 1 wind, 1 wind. The purified heart casts no reflection in the smoking mirror. Yaotl - the Enemy, the one who obscures a man's reflections if he were to gaze into the smoking mirror of obsidian. Is this my dilema? Is Serrold my Smoking Mirror? Is he my reflection obscured? Our lives are so parallel- He reminds me so much of myself. HIS life is valuable, and if he doesn't appeciate his true value, dare I allow him to put a price on it? Who am I to judge? Flashback: *** The old shed behind the academy gardens stood only because no one had thought to knock it down. Wilton and Olmeoaxaca, exact duplicates, faced each other, one destined for Yaotl, one for Quetzalcoatl. Wilton> We can't both exist in this universe. Chaos created us, and order will destroy us. CdtDr_Tlaloco>I understand. I am destined to be Tlaloco, you are destined for the gods. Wilton>This sacrifice will make you a high priest. Make us a High Priest. CdtDr_Tlaloco> So we die and are reborn. Why is this so hard, my Self? Wilton> We don't have serenity. We cast a reflection in the Smoking Mirror. CdtDr_Tlaloco> Will this truly destroy my reflection? Wilton> May the gods will it so. ** JAG Marok> Your actions may be consistent with your religious faith, but they are contrary to the oath you took as a starfleet cadet. We therefore expel you from Starfleet Academy, and forbid you from serving The United Confederation of Insterstellar Planets in any capacity. Do you have anything further to say? CdtDr_Tlaloco> ::stands, addresses the court:: The purified heart casts no reflection in the smoking mirror. *** CROP_Tlaloco>M>::holds an old obsidian knife:: Yaotl, why do you insist on pursuing me? Quetzalcoatl>Perfect the art of shapeshifting: Only by mimicking the nature of water do we become an agent of change rather than a target of it. CROP_Tlaloco>M>I understand, oh Feathered Serpent. ::turns to Serrold:: I have made my decision. |