I spend my time watching some others and viewing their stories. Probably one my favorite past times, though that ranking probably doesn’t mean much when its one of three options, but after so many years, the distinction is still there. The most upsetting thing about any of it is knowing that there is nothing that I can do to help at all.

     I close the window I was watching to check back on the sisters. They’ve been planning for so long, and its disheartening to see their plans come fruition. Even if it working would, as a byproduct, finally allow me to do something, the cost is far too great.

     I watched the Masked woman enter a small tent, inside was the third sister. She let a long sigh of disapproval before she began speaking. “Trish, where is Claire. She was supposed to be here aswell, the operation will be beginning soon, and while she is a loose cannon, her skill and magic would be specifically good at this endeavor”

     Trish looked up from some plans and maps to face the Masked Woman. “I am unsure of the specifics, but I believe she was captured by the defenders of Chargrove, she said she wanted to ‘Play’ more with the Outsider and the Kobold, and she never came back. I only presume she was captured because if she died then she would’ve reformed at her phylactery, and she has yet to do so.”

     The Masked Woman let out an exasperated sigh “We will free her from her bonds after we are done here, but first we will finish the siege of this meager little town and we will have free reign to march our armies into the Eastlands.”

     Trish nodded “Exactly, we only need this barrier to fall away and our own victory will be assured.”

     The Masked Woman nodded with her “And that part will be done quickly, I had our sages find out where that gynosphinx was hiding, and now that we have that information, I plan to capture it and use it as fuel to finish my ritual. Then the whole world will have no choice but to bow to our will.”

     “Did you want me to continue leading these troops?”

     The Masked woman shook her head “No. I want you to go to the prison where we be holding the cat and keep it held until I can come and finish the ritual, but I want you to take these,” She reached into her robes and retrieved two black daggers, each with glowing runes “, these are the weapons, Siphon and Steihl. Your weapons have proven inefficient, and you have already lost once to that Half-Dragon the gynosphinx keeps as a pet, and those will ensure that you don’t lose again.”

     Trish bowed “Thank you Syndra, I’ll be sure that the gynosphinx never sees the light of day again.”

     Syndra gave her a small bow and began to leave the tent “And the next time we meet, Tiamat herself will be doing my bidding.” And with that statement Syndra left the tent.

     I shake my head, a common response to everything I’ve watched those three do. I just can’t believe how quickly they fell in only a year. Claire had become even more manic than before; Trish has lost her passions and emotions in this whole affair. While Syndra has become a maniacal tyrant hellbent on trying to conquer a major god. All three of them have brought Mercy to one of its lowest point in all of its history and it’s almost enough to make me weep, but I promised myself no more tears after what I watched 500 years ago. These are terrible times, but I’ll hold out hope that it’ll be made right. Someone always stands up to help the world when it needs it most. I did.