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In a dark room
Ryssa Kalayli
The Ninja
Ryssa Kalayli
The Ninja
A man wonders…can I count the strands in a woman’s hair?
A woman has no hair. She has lekku. Tendrils. Tentacles…
He has…counted these…before…pulled them…like…wings.
A woman is Ryssa—
—Ryssa Kalayli—
—Sips tea—cup—
—Does she?—What?
—Something’s…not right—
—His eyes…are not bright—
—That man…is…so violent—
—Deep sea sleeps beneath—
—Grey eyes—not twilight!—
—A governor…can bleed—
A woman is Kalayli.
A man grows…impatient.
A woman answers wrong.
At a gate—death’s waiting.
Yes…to cry…death’s gong.
“You need…to call it..."
No ‘please’—but honest.
A man shakes his head.
“I cannot call it for you.”
But fate can call death.
A man knows the truth.
A man is a Shade.
Shades know pain.
Just ask…a Maze.
They call him the Ninja.
His enemies—in blood.
But a man is not a killer.
He’s just fate’s deliverer.
A man knows little about bugs.
Time’s at a standstill in this one.
Must remember this thread is old.
But, true to character, cards unfold.
A blaster is in a man’s hand.
If a man can kill, this one can.
“Do you know what date is on this coin?”
AMS virus—dying pyres—Killiks—Joiners.
A woman is terrified—he answers for her.
“129 ABY. It’s been traveling 22 years…”
A Shade’s mouth hangs—bares fangs...
“And now it’s here…and it’s either heads.”
He does not kill, but he kills—fate at rest.
Not a game, it’s real; a woman may wail.
“Or it’s tails.” There is no grin. “...Call it…”
Finger is on the trigger.
“This is your last chance.”
A concept he understands.
@Sicadorito
A woman has no hair. She has lekku. Tendrils. Tentacles…
He has…counted these…before…pulled them…like…wings.
A woman is Ryssa—
—Ryssa Kalayli—
—Sips tea—cup—
—Does she?—What?
—Something’s…not right—
—His eyes…are not bright—
—That man…is…so violent—
—Deep sea sleeps beneath—
—Grey eyes—not twilight!—
—A governor…can bleed—
A woman is Kalayli.
A man grows…impatient.
A woman answers wrong.
At a gate—death’s waiting.
Yes…to cry…death’s gong.
“You need…to call it..."
No ‘please’—but honest.
A man shakes his head.
“I cannot call it for you.”
But fate can call death.
A man knows the truth.
A man is a Shade.
Shades know pain.
Just ask…a Maze.
They call him the Ninja.
His enemies—in blood.
But a man is not a killer.
He’s just fate’s deliverer.
A man knows little about bugs.
Time’s at a standstill in this one.
Must remember this thread is old.
But, true to character, cards unfold.
A blaster is in a man’s hand.
If a man can kill, this one can.
“Do you know what date is on this coin?”
AMS virus—dying pyres—Killiks—Joiners.
A woman is terrified—he answers for her.
“129 ABY. It’s been traveling 22 years…”
A Shade’s mouth hangs—bares fangs...
“And now it’s here…and it’s either heads.”
He does not kill, but he kills—fate at rest.
Not a game, it’s real; a woman may wail.
“Or it’s tails.” There is no grin. “...Call it…”
Finger is on the trigger.
“This is your last chance.”
A concept he understands.
@Sicadorito