seasonofclarity

Splinter surveyed his storeroom and was pleased. In the small space adjacent to his own quarters, dimly lit by the flickering flame of Splinter's lamp, lay the fruits of several years of careful searching and inquiries by proxy.  His sons had never passed through the oaken door that, even now, stood closed and locked.  Only the Master himself held the key, its brass shape cold against the skin of his left hand. The man-sized rat carefully tucked the small object away in his robe, then turned up the lamp's wick.  His collection greeted him with gleams, glints, reflections…and even dull shadows.  Moving slowly and deliberately, he walked

"…The world is ordered by balance. Thus, as one falls, another rises…Till heaven and hell are again matched…" -Exert from "Principles of Existence" "In my headlong plummet I met another, rising to greet me. And as we passed with n'er a word said, I felt a loss greater than mine own fall for n'er knowing them. Then I found the ground, and could lose no more." -Author Unknown Opening Moves Brook's Way. Black wings. Hurry.   Shaking her head, the woman tucked the well handled scroll back into the worn leather pouch at her side.  A strong, chill gust blew down the easternmost path of the crossroads, causing the crows gathered atop the