Day 15 -  Twilight Moutains

In the dark and dread of the Twilight Mountains, spirits lift alien voices to worship a blood-covered sky. Writhing armies march to the south, their undead claws churning blackened mud to char and ash. But one horseman races through the rough mountain terrain, his onikage steed baring its fangs at each turn, hoping to find flesh to rend and tear. The rider does not care nor aim to stop his mount's bloodthirsty hunger. His glowing eyes hang in a fleshless skull, and tendons hang from fingers of bone and claw.

His name had once been Moto Tsume, and beside him had ridden his brother, Sada.

She watches impassively as he tears through the mountain passes, clearing the way for his armies to march. From atop a rise, she calls to him without voice, without sound, with eyes of gold and ice.

In a way, they are still Fu Leng and Togashi; still the darkest brother and the whispering son.

"We will not aid you." Tsume's cry is fierce, angered. "You will have to prove yourself worthy before you can ask for the favors our father once claimed." Hitomi nods, knowing that there is more to his hatred than the echo of a forgotten name. He could respect only strength, understand only fear or courage, and nothing else in the world of hunans could touch his putrid heart. There is only one answer she can give.

"Then get out of my way."

Source: posted to www.wizards.com/l5r on 2/5/00