Thought Contagion

As Zagan listens to Mother Absinth’s final teachings, his gaze is trained on her- sharp and steady, as he absorbs the weight of her metaphors. He’s folding her teachings into the deep creases of his mind, making sense of the new information. Think of yourself as a mirror. Zagan wondered to himself- how did others perceive him? Did they view him in the same light that he saw himself? A source of growing strength, who would someday take over The Syndicate and rule with a ruthless paw?

It seemed like Absinth was reading his mind. She elaborated on the importance of not allowing overconfidence and impatience to be their downfall. It could be their true enemies. Internally, Zagan is grappling with this new concept- grandiosity pumped through his blood like poison, a trait gifted down by his father. It felt so foreign. Still, Zagan is drawn in by Absinth's teachings, like the pull of the moon on the ocean tide. Because through her knowledge, he would grow stronger.


"Zagan Saxe"