°°° Blame °°° Back inside the hospital, Colonel William had gotten a room allotted to his daughter, quite literally renting it. He sat in the bed with her, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulders and clench his surprisingly muscular arm tightly. The Colonel was casually dressed, wearing black men’s joggers and a white long-sleeved shirt that helped express his muscular structure. Other than the patch of white hair above his right brow, the rest were a glistening black. He stroked her hair gently with a frown on his face, as he was consumed by his thoughts. "Come on, baby," he suddenly said, breaking the silence. "… let’s go home. Kelly would be worried. "What? No… I’m… "I'm not leaving here without Sean," she replied, shaking her head and letting go of his arm. "Come on, Beasty. You staying here won’t do you any good. "You need to take a proper bath, have a proper dinner, and get some good rest," the Colonel replied as she folded her hands. "I am not leaving Sean."

°°° Clash of Order °°° In the dark of the Dark World stood three pillars of lights with unknown origins extending—vertically—into infinity. In these lights, three figures stood In the only blue pillar of light stood the black-haired African American Colonel and newly ascended Oracle, Jennifer Moretti. She stared at the silvery white pillars opposite her in utter confusion. "Nestor Harkins is of the Order of Babel?" What is going on here? Since when has she been a part of them? Are we actually allies? No, we just attacked the Most Revered Father of Australia. There is no way we are in league with them, unless... unless it was just a false attack? Rector Ray Mathers was also in on this? But… I read the report. The damage was... it is possible that it was falsified. But... why would they train us to hate the Order of Babel when we are actually working together? Do both factions have a similar goal? Who is privy to such information? All Oracles? Is this the exposure that Oracle is

°°° Advancement by Grace °°° Sitting on the toilet seat in the staffs restroom, the talkative nurse with short brown hair, greeted the person she had called, her expression now calm and solemn. “Radial Ella,” the voice escaped the speakers of the nurse’s phone, “… have you made any headway?” the matured and authoritative feminine voice asked. “Yes Oracle Moretti,” the nurse, who was also Radial Ella replied with reverence in her voice. “I made contact.” “Already?,” Colonel Jennifer, Oracle Moretti, exclaimed in surprise. “Yes ma’am,” Radial Ella replied. “I just encountered a man who had come to meet up with Sean. Apparently, he wasn’t aware of what had happened last night. He shared the same aura as the lad, but it is not that denser than the kids. He might be like Sean. A part of a society that they don’t know enough about.” “That is possible but it also possible that he is aware that we will be watching and found a way to hide his full presence just like we did with you,” Colo

°°° Fears of a Father °°° On the way to the Green Therapeutic Company, Dan and Andrew were in silence, with Dan asking Andrew questions from time to time concerning his views and expectations of the new school they were transferring him to, but Andrew’s reply was always flat and nonchalant. ‘ "It definitely is his other self in control; this is not good," Dan said, shaking his head indiscernibly as he stole glances at his son from time to time. But I’ve been checking for the difference, and the other times the other persona came up, he tried to keep it under the covers, but this time around, he isn’t hiding it. Could it be that he has taken more control over Andrew? He’s this bold because he feels there's nothing we can do to stop him, even if he notices. Has it gotten that strong? Oh, God, I really need to get him sealed. Andrew doesn’t know about those hunting us; that means his other self doesn’t either. If he is this bold, it is safe to say he has mastered his abilities to a cer

°°° Priority °°° The Green Therapeutic Company After a while of studying a number of books concerning the mind and brain in the library, then roaming the halls and accessible rooms and offices of the company, buying and stuffing himself with a lot of sweets, Andy entered his therapist’s office after he confirmed Mr. Gerald Greene was not working. It was pretty silent for the most part. It was almost like the awkward moment when a teenager gets the chance to be with his crush but suddenly realizes he doesn’t know what to say and an awkward silence sits over them like a stubborn rain cloud. With them talking about one thing or another that happened at home and future plans, “Can you ask the receptionist to cancel all your sessions for today?" Or perhaps you could ask another therapist who is available to take it for you."Andrew suddenly raised his hand from the book he was reading and made his request. “Hmmm?” Mr. Gerald was taken aback by the suddenness and nature of the question,