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[Lord Fong]

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Fong entered his newly designed office and sighed looking at the pile of paperwork that had been left for him. Forms and agreements from other nations would have to wait, on the top of the stack was the newly revised itinerary for the Protectorates triumphant march into Britian. A scowl crossed his face, which one of those whom received his letters had leaked information? Could it have been Thrax? The only one to respond via messenger or was it one of the others…He could not be sure. A spark of rage ignited inside him and he was instantly plunged into a series of visions.

Standing in front of the completed blackrock detector Fong felt the same cringe of anxiety he noted when Kronos began the testing, He watched as kronos approached the switch. Suddenly from the crowed a mighty voice boomed above all others, it was a familiar voice, he instantly knew who it belonged to, Master Greypawn, his teacher, leader and the founder of his beloved council. “Stop Kronos! No!” he shouted the warning, but another voice, one Fong was not fond of spoke up just as loudly. “Yes Kronos! Do it! Flip the switch.” That voice belonged to the Governor Regent of the Protectorate, Adrien Garnier. Moments later, after months of research, planning and construction the detector left a smoldering hole in Verity isle. Nothing remained of the detector except for a rift in the fabric of time and space.

A blue mist began to engulf Fong and the scene slowly faded, for a few moments his soul was calm as the ethereal essence channeled his thoughts on the next vision. Blinking a few times he awoke in the palace of Nu’jelm.

Talon Skyfire stood in front of the Protectorate council and spoke ill words and falsehoods about the Council, calling them traitors of the protectorate. He claimed the unwillingness to enter a senseless war was the major factor of his claims to the council being traitors. Fong looked to talon and shock his head slightly, how could one defy the Principle of truth so blatantly. How could he sit there and not speak of Isk, who had entered Moonglow with the intent of evil, He had rode along side The Dark Order and the nation of Umbra then proceeded desecrate the lyceaum, causing the sky over verity to cry blood down upon the massive library. Yet his verbal assault reached enough ears to vote them out of the alliance.

Once again the blue mist came, and once again Fong was at peace. However it was as short lived as the last time and he found himself blinking away the haze of memories.

Looking around it seemed Fong hadn’t traveled very far, he was still in the Palace, only this time the man speaking was Adrien, He held his fist in the air and pronounced the declaration of war against the dark order. He spoke of the five legions of the Protectorate crashing down upon the gates of Dark Cove and destroying all which stood in their path. He promised Victory and riches to those who assisted him in this conquest. Fong thought to himself, could this truly be a man of humble virtue? Or was he just some politician who wanted more then he could gain for himself.

The blue mist came without warning once again and Fong found himself sitting in his office, This was not the first time Fong had been triggered into visions by a strong emotion, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. However, now he knew, no matter what adrien, isk and Talon pretended to be, Honest and Truthful were not on their résumé. He decided Sunday would go on no matter how often Adrien tried to flip flop on his personality. Moonglow would be avenged. Looking down to the posting left on his desk he muttered three simple words,
Kal Vas Flam
he watched as the ashes of the paper slowly drifted through the air
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It does not require a majority to prevail, but rather an irate, tireless minority keen to set brush fires in people's minds. - Samuel Adams