1 The Duelist

The source of what would become an age of calamity. He swore they thought so small; there was no essence of ambiguity. At any age, in any place, conflict was the cause. In minds of the unspoken lays the seed of discontent and it is from this intangible seed that he is born. Like a thorned rose, those drawn to its beauty are misled, and like one veiled in tattered clothes, their beauty perceived leaves one deceived. He wakes, breathes, he does everything in stride according to his sacred creed. His purpose, his prospect is balance in the abstract. The favor of the public eye or scrutiny in society, either way, the caste is dye. For years to come and years of past, he swore allegiance to no one. Only gracing those with his presence in times of static for him to choreograph his symphony, the indiscriminate depiction of friction.