"Hello there listeners. I am unsure if this recording will be allowed, or if it will ever be accepted by the WAOA. But I must record, and report it, in the hope that they will not interfere, even in business that reports them. It was several years after the Great Hunt, and I had recruited the first disciple into the clan, a young girl named Lyra Reed. I woke from my slumber, to discover myself walking in a strange white hallway. I was alone, and believed to myself that once again the great hunt had called for me. I followed the hallway, which led to a single door. It parted for me, and inside a man in a white jacket, with dark tanned skin, stood, welcoming me. He offered me a seat, which I took, and he said to me 'You are Long Fang, correct? You went through the.' he stopped and flipped through a small folder. 'the fourth incident, yes. tell me, do you prefer Long Fang or dancing blade? You seemed to prefer it during the incident, but you did give the people both of your names. we simply want to refer to you in a way that you would find preferential.'
Now, at this my scalp tightened. This man knew things only a select few, from many different universes, could know. But, I tried to be as polite as I could, and told him I preferred Long Fang. He nodded, and jotted this down. He then peppered me with questions about the Great Hunt, asking about all sorts of things. Not just what I saw, but how I felt. Eventually, he was winding me down, asking a few questions about how I lived after the incident, when a door that I had not noticed until then opened, and a pale man in a black jacket stood in the doorway. He said, and I quote him on this, 'the fifth incident has failed Gabriel, and the darkness is descending on that world. We must move quickly, or the Spoke will fall.' this seemed nothing but nonsense to me, but the man, Gabriel, nodded and stood. A wizened old man, wearing a gray sweater and looking out of breath, took his spot, and the two went through the door I had entered through. The gray haired man asked a few more questions, and eventually asked me 'Sir, do you know what the WAOA is?' I shook my head and said no, and he said 'this building is the WAOA. Its job is to ensure the Alti-verse does not fall apart all around us. Thank you mister long fang, you may go.'
He told me to simply head back through the hallway, and that in a few minutes I'd be sent back home. When I stepped in that hallway, Lyra stood there. But this was not the Lyra I knew. She was battered, tired, wore a mask that I had not given her. She had died the red mane she was so proud of black, and her eyes carried a weariness I had not seen in someone since Terra herself. she looked upon me for but an instant, and her eyes grew wide. She cried my more familiar name, 'dancing blade!' and rushed forward, wrapping me in a hug. She was despondent, telling me that I had died, that she missed me so. I gently patted her back and told her what I knew, that the black warrior worked in his ways and that those that died died, that I missed her, that I was proud of her for staying true to the path of the Yatjua. She nodded, seeming to take solace in those words, and I pointed to the door. She walked through , and I was returned to my bed.
I know not what truly happened, whether it was a fever dream or more, but I know it must be remembered. I know not if this threatens the Alti-verse in some way, but we shall see.
