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won Tu made her way down the winding path of Grupa' towards the great cliffs of the
Crystal Sea. Her disciples followed her closely for they new that with out her, "The
Maker of the Song", they would all perish. It was time to repeat the verses once again, for
the moon had not milked for weeks and the locust would not quiet their chirping.
Qwon Tu did not want the role of "The Maker of the Song" but she had no choice. There
were not any other women in the village that could spit the golden guava seed into the
silver urn. An urn that contained the ashes of Hung Won Duck Lo, "Keeper of the Seeds"
a powerful yet dead controller of destiny. Yes, Qwon was special and only she could
defeat the beast. So, with much care, many quava seed, the sparkly crystal bowls, and the
silver urn they approached the cliffs.
With the crystal bowls in place and the wind quiet, it was time to begin the song. Qwon
took a handful of seeds and quickly placed them into her mouth while the villager avoided
the gaze of the urn.
With the precision of an archer fish, she accurately spat the seed into the crystal bowls.
Their harmonious chimes began to echo over the cliff and out across the sea. The silver
urn began to glow and it seemed that the village would be safe for yet another year. But just
then, Qwon hiccuped and began choking on the seeds. The evil rice wine had done its
work.
The song was interrupted and all harmony was lost. Things did not sound too great either.
This angered the winds, so they soar with great rage and blew the ashes out of the silver
urn where upon Hung Won Duck Lo was reawaken from his ancient death.
"Who dare awakens me from my death!" shouted the angry Hung. The villagers all
pointed a Qwon who was still coughing up the seeds. "This cannot be!" exclaimed Hung,
"For this is the most beautiful girl who has ever spatted at me. You people are all evil and
should be punished for your lies!"
Hung swept Qwon from her feet and took to the air, riding a gust of wind out over the
Crystal Sea. The quava seed began to grow with great speed and quickly blocked the
villagers view to the great sea. A bad omen, for had not the foliage blocked their view
they would of seen Qwon paying Hung the amount they had agreed upon.
The End