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The Unification of Alexander North prt 04

(previously on The Unification)

And it was Mind’s fault for this war. The strategist with the broken right arm. He had seen a better way to LOVE. A way that appealed to two of The Four minus the one slight addendum… Mind would have to take charge of the situation. The territory of the Mind would have to be the leading state over those ruled by Soul, Body, Heart and Spirit. Soul and Body understood the path but they were not prone to be led by a statistician. Spirit’s pontification was a rebellion of itself but it was Heart who pushed furthest from Mind’s plan. Not because of his rigidity but because She felt, no, she knew that she would be relegated to a vagabond. Heart would have none of that. Mind realized that Heart would be the key. He knew that as much as they all resented it, Heart always found a way to get them to listen. Some of the time. He could not risk THIS being one of those times. So being the strategist he was, he went about his plans to get rid of Heart. He could not send anyone else. They would not count the variables. But Mind would. Mind knew of her quiet moments, when Heart sought counsel with sister Soul or from The Unknown Source. And sure enough, he found her sitting there in quiet meditation, with her back towards the open window that overlooked the cliff. Mind had never seen her in this stance. For all the time he had spent in her bed, he had never seen this side of her for Heart remained private. “Interesting”, he thought. Still, unperturbed, he, having climbed into her room, withdrew the dagger for an easy kill. One that would usher a change in dominion (not that any of them truly possessed the continent). But Heart would not be easily killed, for Heart was strong. But the wound was deep and the betrayer was her own. And there was war.

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