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Within the office of the recently promoted Captain of Umbra, the once Knight sits at their desk, ruminating in thought following a chance meeting in the wilds. Clawed hands rest over each other as one set of claws taps against the other. A single string of sentences had been enough to shake them today and now, while paperwork rises and an offered drink of sinka infused tea grows cold...

They cross her mind once again while staring down at fresh reports on her desk.

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Fate is a funny thing with how it reflects the past onto the future.

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The Dog rises, pushing papers from her seat as they take a walk from it. Rubbing at their face they move towards a standing mirror in the corner, no doubt for suiting armor with the aid of a squire. It was not her decision to put one there, she had always said that a broken mirror is the only honest kind, one with several fragments to show all potentials. And Y E T. She approaches it, staring deep into the pristine glass before the Ookami.

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A familiar face. Younger, more wild.

Claws stained in crimson.

And for a moment she can see a severed head.

The head of -

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"A false lie. A play never spun. No."

"Simply...A Tragedy concocted in the mind from the silks of nightmarish dreams!"

"Myth! Fiction!"

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Only her own face looks back at her in several different shapes and warped patterns within the fragments of glass. She shudders, swallowing back her thumping heart as the Tragedian Dog steps back. Her head soon peeks around the corner as she calls for an assistant to clean up.

"Make sure there are never any mirrors in my presence again in here."

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The True Tragedy
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Remains untold.
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How long will the delusional Hero's shield hide it?