[Taking a two-week break for Lunar New Year. I'll pick this back up when I'm back at work.]
(Whatever you transform into, you're still a person. Why not just write about a kitty instead?)
"The great legend, the sage who walked among mortals, the final master of the Way of Shadow, our revered Lady Saint Sophia Light, rests here forever!"
In the desert, a group of white-robed saints knelt and prayed before a skeleton. Their mentor's blade had long ago broken in two; faint streams of shadow still shimmered from its broken edge, then spilled away and vanished. The skeleton was incomplete, and the soul crystal that bore the legacy of the sacred path was nowhere to be found.
The followers were already content. The legend had fallen twelve years ago, and simply being able to see the saint's remains was a blessing.
But they could never have imagined that the soul crystal, the symbol of the sacred path and the embodiment of a sage's lifelong wisdom, had spent the past twelve years as a toy in the lair of some shadow cat.
