A Secret World

Everyone hates Monday's, especially when you end up dreaming of Zombies and Revenants and ceaseless whispers, also the whole blue fire thing does not help. And what is this screen I keep seeing? Templars? Illuminati? Dragon? To an outsider, their strategies are incomprehensible. Fractal patterns, chaos theory, random numbers, and unrelated events. The Dragon understand there is no pattern, only acts of great change to be committed. From whispers to an explosion, they divine that an incident here, a disappearance there, can change the course of everything; acupunture applied to a paralysed planet. // This is a Secret World Legends Fic, never seen one and have been reading a bunch lately, SWL is a dope game btw, I recommend you play it. I do not own or am in anyway associated with SWL or Funcom.