TO CUT A TURNING TAIL

27). NO MORE A HIDDENSTONE

 Clearing her throat, Synrie announces, "now is the time that you shall see what your foes really look like. The ones who want to revive the past. May you see a clip of how they work themselves on the battlefield. They are a master of hidden strategies. But, I shall intimidate you beforehand, you won't be seeing a hiddenstone fight this time. These are the one's from your own land. The one who sow the seeds of hiddenstones to mastermind a mental time-machine. Observe the real Zenith, Tridaily and Burma Kargzaan." She steps away, the board enlarges itself, and a holographic clip starts to run over it. It feels like watching a movie in 7D given the fact that they are watching enlarged holographic clips (not holographic breeding) unlike on the little screen that Jon used to see (on).

Soon enough, their environment changes even more, a hologram appears in front of them. In that hologram are three figures. "Helloo!" they are dressed in ever-changing, shady cargo cloaks that are of peculiar purple-white cut designs and unnecessary face masks which look like inspired from a demon's character, jet black in colour. In front of them is a herd of people in tribal military dresses, they walk to the three and bow down. After a minute of insincere as well as unbothered greetings, they walk to the centre. Suddenly, a glitch occurs and the pictures Landscapes of iceberg, some Roman antique, not colosseum though, a big beautiful palace that looks like filled with turmoil suffering creatures appear over the screen. Synrie chuckles shyly, "omit me". Back to the original view, the view travels all over the group of tribals, showcasing how all of them bare faced unlike "the three". However, on carefully looking, there is a group of three amongst the very tribal community whose faces are covered just like the opponents.

Amongst the herd, they standout queer as their upper body wrapped in thick clothing and their heads covered in a scarecrow mask. One of them looks like a girl. The screen zooms and these three are shown more closely, "these three are hiddenstones. A combat between this tribe and 'the three' is about to begin. If the three win, they can take away their hiddenstones, but if the tribe wins, they will torture a certain someone. "They are the people I had been talking about".

looking at the three warriors, one can pretty much recognise who is who amongst them. One of them clearly looks like a girl, the view entirely focuses on her for a moment. Gone by, even her dress chances to a camel colored cloak. The inner vest is nearly indistinguishable to the cloak though it is hidden under the cloak with just the turtle neck of its being visible. Indeed, this is a ninja-turtle neck mask which is now being used as a replacement to the hard and daunting face-mask she previously wore. Why replace a daunting mask? Oh, one can now understand why! All is to blame on those gruesome eyes which are ready to devour anyone that comes in the way. Along with the clothes, her body is well-covered with the help of boots and and gloves of the same color. Seems a perfect away to acquaint yourself to a hostile environment in a cold weather!

Similar to her, the dresses of the other two change up into the beige/camel clothing. Now that the tallest of them appears to be in the middle, his strands of hair falling on the forehead from the swept left side. He is indeed Zenith, now the one left is a guy in a dusky skin and piercing hazel eyes. He is.... "Burma Kargzaan" Acker mumbles with a breathtaking pause. Those eyes, they are shallow and seem to be bleak, they hide a lot of feelings. How I burma even able to live under a disguise so gothic and terrifying to many a sight? One can only wonder...

There is a man standing along with Zenith, yes, he is indeed another one of Zenith's hiddenstones. His mask seems to be made of animal flesh, when disdainfully asked by a tribal lady, he despondently reasons, "it was my favourite bird, she used to coo every night before going to sleep", the man's orotund voice resonates with Burma's crestfallen eyes somehow. The mask he is wearing is camel coloured. "I think it's a hyena" points out a very brilliantly dressed Tridaily (hiddenstone), right in black formals and a crew cut, her face hindered to sight by a cup of wine held by a group of hands that emerge from inside her coat/blazer. Ew, seems grotesque.Everyone is secretly irking towards those group of hands, "they're your daughters!"the female hiddenstone shouts in a bold voice. As she moves her head around, even the hands pivot along with the glass of wine; filled to the brim. "So, now I'll just tell you this much, Jon, this guy" Jon is startled at hearing his name, the image of the one in the animal suit maximises, "might be your opponent if you accommodate with us." "I'm always ready to accommodate" he answers, "in fact, I read somewhere that I am of the age where want to accommo-date the most."