Lion Head Mesa i’m a god! how can you kill a god?

He had watched Akashingo for a few days time, tracking the comings and the goings. Oh, so much happening, so much to catch up upon, so much to lie about.

Akhtar Mirzadeh was a man who didn’t bother to hide the want for power, not anymore. His heavy lidded eyes watched the Mesa.

You are to go.

Oh yes. He would go.

He came striding up to the Mesa, letting power shimmer beneath his skin. On his shoulder alighted the bird, and together the two stood, statuesque, looking over the meadows below in the meanwhile.