[Seven Years Ago.]
"When you think they are ready to be the head, they should place their blood on the red mirror, and I will give them some of my blessings."
Marriott stared at the floating artifacts. The mirrors were ancient, swirling with an energy that felt older than the earth itself. Without hesitation, he raised his hand to his mouth and bit down hard on his index finger.
He drew blood, the crimson liquid welling up, and let a single heavy drop fall onto the glass surface of both mirrors.
Hiss.
The blood didn't smear; it was absorbed instantly, causing the mirrors to pulse with a heartbeat of their own.
"My God! This is to show you my loyalty!! I will never betray you!!" He cried out, bowing his head again, his forehead pressing into the grass.
Sunny watched him, his golden eyes narrowing in calculation.
