Cursing at the Sky

A thousand curses upon the head of Shang Wu, usurper of our Empress' throne! A thousand curses upon all the men who aided this betrayer, driving the ruler ordained by Heaven from the throne and into exile! A thousand curses upon this island, where our ships crashed in the flight from our homeland! Curse its 'mysteries' and 'secrets' and all this bloody irritating sand. Nothing good will come of staying here long. I can feel a stale evil in the air of this place, and at night I can feel the weight of that broken mountain in the distance bearing down upon me. Tomorrow, I am summoned to the Empress' chambers. I will explain my concerns to her then. She will see reason. She must. Or we are all doomed. -Zhi