Two nights before, the djall's death...
Ishit was so happy to find that he could finally wield the spirit. Nidra hadn't lied to him when she said he would remember every spirit path he had learned in his dream. He couldn't wait to share this with his friend Guha …
No...it doesn't sound believable.
Suta rubbed his temples, his head throbbing. The blood-stained quill dropped from his hand again. His glassy eyes swept the dim-lit chamber filled with scrolls and tomes, the small place where he had spent almost a century.
He still remembered it as if it was yesterday. The stormy night in Ahom, when he had failed again. The gory scene, played by the army of the conqueror, still haunted him.
Of course, he hadn't spun it. No suta would ever do that, for Ahom was their holy land.
So sacred that the brutal event made him come here in Minaak to conspire against the very lineage which once vanquished Mora, Evil lord.
