Takashi’s family had cared for the ancients for as long as anyone could remember. His duty was to ensure the land remained vibrant and full of life.
Each morning, he packed a simple lunch of tea, rice cakes, and bean curd and then walked to the shrine.
He greeted the ancients with a deep bow. When lunch came, he shared his tea and rice. This was the custom.
Today, he felt an unease in the air around the shrine. A feeling of dread would best describe it.
Word of Mörken and his Troth minions had reached the southern meadows months ago. No one ever imagined they would come to the shrine.
Takashi focused on his duties. However, he knew that everything was not right in the back of his head. Perhaps it was time to speak with the elders about matters.
He would do it tomorrow after he discussed it with Shifu at dinner. He hoped his master would have a better understanding of these troubling matters.
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