Chapter 11
A Conversation


	Xaviev entered his private room within the stone temple. It was time to report. Using all of his magical strength, he raised his arms above himself and opened a tiny rift between the dimensions. He heard a voice in his mind.
	
	"What is it?"
	"I bear news."
	"Tell me."
	"It will be Black Moon tomorrow; everything is ready. We have the girl, the One."
	"Who is she?"
	"A CIA operative named Irene Lew."
	The voice chuckled.
	"Is something wrong?"
	"No, I find it funny that she always manages to find herself as our Lamb."
	"Destiny perhaps?"
	"Maybe."
	"I have..." Xaviev paused, "a request to ask of you."
	"A request? A favor?"
	"I believe I have served you well. I ask that you please grant my wish."
	"What wish is in your heart?"
	"A question."
	"What is it that you desire to know?"
	"MINE?"
	"No, the Ninja's."
	"How can that be!?"
	"I have answered your question; I shall not answer the other. Remain content with the role that I have chosen for you."
	"What about the Ninja Dragon?"
	"He will come I'm sure of it."
	"Is he a threat?"
	"No, he will not survive."
	"Should I kill him?"
	"NO! I will kill him myself. Also, do not cast your spells over the Tribesmen for the ritual; they must be of free will to open the Gate."
	"As you wish."
	"Ah, I was wise to keep the Tribesmen and you hidden from the Ninja. You were the only human worthy of my power, my apprentice."
	"Thank you."
	"You shall be rewarded with power beyond comprehension."
	Xaviev smiled.
	"Remember that the ritual must be completed, even if the Ninja interferes. Once the Gate is open, I will come again, and no man will live."
	"Yes, my Emperor..."