To Build A Compass

The stars were still visible through the branches of the Elderbark when Gieomul woke from his slumber. He had received a premonition. A stranger would come to the village and help him build a new compass, an instrument which could smell the blood of Mushin's heir.

The prospect of finally completing a new compass was a welcome one, but something troubled the old machinist. He knew that the stranger would be a flat tooth, an ignorant human. How could that be possible? Gieomul had lived long enough to see the consequences of human greed and apathy. Humans fought over land and riches while ignoring the poorest members of their pack. They destroyed the same environment that gave them life. They were almost always unbalanced and, on top of that, they didn't smell right.

Gieomul groaned and tried to go back to sleep. Perhaps he had no choice but to work with a flat tooth. The original Mushin Compass had fallen into dark hands. Evil forces were determined to find the last-living survivor of the Mu Family and acquire Mushin's Legacy. Gieomul couldn't allow that to happen, even if it meant working with a flat tooth.