How The Helsians Saw It
It was a frigid January morning when the visitor arrived. Confused, disoriented and lacking much identity, he showed up at the gates that morning. The unusually mercifully-natured guard let him in, gave him some hot tea and asked his name. "Evil Xisuma," he replied, seemingly unsure of himself. "That's impossible," the guard stated. "We already have an Evil Xisuma here."…
