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Making her way back toward Butter and their waiting escort, she glanced at Green, the woman looking conflicted and like she’d bald before 30.

Rachel nudged her with a small smile. “Hey, all we can do is bulk up and burn calories. I get that White’s crown is heavy, but you’re a doer. You don’t need to make perfect decisions. Just make a decision that you think is right. If you need it, I’ve got your back.”

“Yeah, thanks. I’m just supervising an organizational implosion…after figuring out our entire identity is a part of an Eldritch plot. Purple should be the CEO, not me, but…White chose me. Why?”

“I can’t give you that answer,” Rachel shrugged. “You’ll have to ask her.”

“She won’t say…which also worries me. And Brown and Pink going MIA in the UK isn’t good. But, I guess this was bound to happen after the Second Oscillation. So much has been exposed. Mhm. I’m screwed. What will—” she ended with a forced laugh as a flurry of rose petals brought a bored-looking wolf girl into their path.

Hands held behind her head, Red’s illuminated brown eyes were narrowed, centered on her superior. “I can smell your fear and hesitation like a million flowers… Black’s and White’s, too, even if they’re playing it cool. That means we’re on offense, not defense. Right?”

“You could say that,” Green sighed as the wolf fell in line beside them.

Rachel could see the wheels spinning in her mind.

After a few tense seconds, she seemed to make a decision, green eyes steeling.

“I have to leave to investigate some things White told me. After I talk with General Dallas, I’ll be leaving on the flight with Gray and White.”

Red’s mirrored Rachel’s ears, tilting to the side as the wind picked up, rustling their clothes. “What does that mean for me and Black?”

“Black’s in charge here, and I want you to go into your Fable Realm to bulk up,” she said with a small smirk in Rachel’s direction.

She knew what the woman was truly saying, though.

Be careful and watch over her people, huh?

With the mysterious changes surrounding Red, her fable, and the escaped villains, she could be used as a nexus point to free The Wolf—she was likely compromised in some way. Black was intelligent enough to understand Green’s actions.

Red, however, took that charge with a wide grin. “I thought we’d be joining the whole Legend Quest that Rachel has going on, but you want me to get The Wolf under better control, huh? I can do that. Prepare for the big battle in the Crystal.”

“Don’t get eaten,” Rachel returned with a smirk as they rounded the corner. “Last thing I need is to be rescuing Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Oh, trust me,” Red snickered, summoning her ax to flip it around her arm and elbow. “My world would love it if you stormed in. I can feel it coming alive ever since I met you, growing hungrier, more active.”

“Maybe I’ll have to vacation sometime. In the meantime, I’m going to explore the Wild West with a cowgirl, vampire, and fallen goddess. Good luck, wolf girl.”

“Back at you.”

Rachel broke away from the air, noticing Red’s tail wagging energetically.

For being a former, hardcore soldier, she really doesn’t have anything but combat and adventure on her mind. I guess that’s partially the Big Bad Wolf’s fault, mixed with her Hunter and innocent victim personality. She’s unpredictable, which is why Green’s trying to contain her until Black can figure out what’s going on with her. We’re walking a delicate line.

Those thoughts reinforced themselves as Rachel caught sight of Butter, glowing blonde hair flowing around her; she’d followed her conversation with the Native Americans.

Wakalapi wants to join us. Hmm. They have their own agenda. Discussions about her divine nature, which is disguised to conceal their true goals. It seems to bridge with my own questions, too… The nature of our Soul Expansions and souls themselves. I’ve lost my Unique Moons in the short term, which means I need a new angle.

Approaching them, Nia broke into her thoughts. “Oh, ye of little faith, Major. It isn’t like I’m useless. I evolved, if you’ll remember. We have stronger bonds, Nike has made great recovery success, we have the Bun Soldiers, and there is the possibility of gaining Hell Force through the triplets.”

A small smile lifted her cheeks.

First, yes, you’re amazing.

Second, Nike is our secret weapon. 

Third, the Buns have their place.

Fourth, I call foul… Without the Hell Moon, we’d open ourselves up to far too much Negative Energy without the adaptation. Hell Force was the fuel, but the Hell Moon was the vehicle. Without it, we’d be dousing ourselves in flames and lighting a match.

“Ooh. Yeah, that was a bit thoughtless of me,” Nia groaned, caution entering her tone. “I get Butter has a lot of power and knowledge, but so do the other deities in our court. Will she give us that training without us being influenced by her power? That’s what I’m worried about.”

Rachel flexed her fingers, feeling the hairs stand on the back of her neck and tail. 

It’s not about accepting her power, Big Bun, it’s about unlocking our own.

The coyote mystic’s amber eyes glowed with inner light as she reached them, gesturing toward the Crystal.

“As I understand it, the Old Man suggests that higher beings can use their spiritual forms to enter these before they open,” Wakalapi stated as Adoncia, Butter’s maid, stood a distance away. “What say you?”

“Absolutely! Nungal shows that. Though the dangers are severe,” Butter nodded, though Rachel caught the subtle glint in her gaze that suggested she found the inquiry more amusing than profound. “Life and death are merely a veil, much like dimensional lines. Traversing the labyrinth of Eldritch Force can be done before the way is safe and open, but not without being touched by its taint… Rachel!”

The golden goddess turned, her luminous hair catching the Montana sunlight like spun starlight given earthly form. Her aquamarine eyes brightened with childlike delight, their depths holding the weight of a conquered world and the innocent joy of discovering something new.

Her smile bloomed across perfect features—an expression so radiant it seemed to bend reality around it, making the very air shimmer with misfortune possibilities.

It momentarily distracted Rachel as she stopped, placing a hand on her hip and glancing between them. “An intriguing conversation about self-spiritual integration, personal conquest, and analyzing the Crystal’s behaviors. I’m on a clock, though. Are you joining us, Wakalapi?”

The Native American crossed his arms across his broad chest and shifted, spotting Grace and Scarlet making their way toward them. “If you will have me. I only know that you seek to enter a Legend Quest. What is the goal?”

As the cowgirl and vampire arrived, Rachel felt the warmth of the sun heating her skin as her eclipse eyes drifted to Butter. “The goal? I’ve been feeling misfortune surrounding—a little caged, like there are mountains ahead blocking my way, thunder roaring.”

She lifted her free hand and prodded the side of her head. “There’s this little dagger. A little voice that says, ‘No mercy. I will conquer!’ So, what’s the goal?”

Flashing her teeth, she moved past them toward the vehicle, blood pumping. “Draw a dagger. Cut out the resistance.”

Silence followed as she opened the door of the car.

Turning, she chuckled. “Coming?”

Grace mirrored her smile, adjusting her hat. “All gas, no breaks. I like it.”

Scarlet was more reserved. No. Focused. She wanted to advance.

Butter was already jumping past Rachel, scooting into the middle with a cheer.

“Don’t get between us, or be prepared to meet your goddess. Draw a dagger. Feel the fury within! To conquest! Blue eyes, let’s go!”

Adoncia sighed, Conquest—Butter’s horsewoman of the apocalypse—appearing out of the crowd with a chuckle to join them just in time.

Most of the drive to the safe house passed with everyone seemingly lost in their thoughts, energized by what was to come.

Butter returned to her contemplative mood, occasionally glancing between Rachel and Scarlet with an expression that suggested she was analyzing soul resonances and power dynamics.

Wakalapi rode in comfortable silence, his mystical awareness extended to monitor their surroundings for spiritual disturbances.

Scarlet remained pressed against her open window, hand extended, twisting to feel the sunlight as if it would be the last time.

Rachel could see something building inside herself. Something harder than her old defensive mechanisms. But there’s a brittleness to it that worried her.

Nia mumbled to her spiritually, “This is supposed to be for training, but we’re bringing Alexa with us… Nam is worried. He spoke to me privately.”

I’m sure he is, she muttered. There’s nothing I can do about that. She made her decision. All I can do is try to look out for her, and this training isn’t from just anyone…

Her focus shifted to the humming goddess, now in the back seat with her maid and Grace.

Whatever is coming. I feel it is a trap…but not for us.

“Classic Legend Quest twist…”

We’ll see… The best we can do is to get as much power as we can, while we can, because…we’ll need it.

“So,” Grace began as they drew nearer to the safe house in the military SUV they’d been lent, “since we’re all here and relatively private, an’ all. Maybe I should explain what my current Legend Quest is…or should I wait until we’re with Ms. Halo and Feather Butt?”

“Ooh. Details about the conquest territory?” Butter beamed. “Yes, please!”

Rachel held up her hand and shook her head. “Not until we’re all together. Plus…we don’t know what Butter will discover with Nam and Alexa. Let’s wait a bit longer.”

“Aww, you’re edging me!” Butter cried. “I need—ouch! Blue Eyes?! What was that for?

The maid promptly forced up her arm and chopped the top of her High Queen’s head.

“You used spiritual force with that… Nice! But ouch!”

“You allowed it instead of blocking it, so don’t ‘ouch’ me. And why? For using words you don’t understand.”

“Edging? Explain!”

“No.”

“That’s an order!”

“No.”

“Oh, you rebel! You know I’ll find out.”

“Not from me.”

“Ho-ho! A challenge.”

Scarlet and Grace couldn’t help but hide their laughter.

Rachel tuned the pair out as Butter bubbled for answers and the maid uncomfortably dodged her inquiries, now trying to get Scarlet and Grace involved. The cowgirl was split between the fiery stare of the oni maid and the enthusiastic blonde.

Her ears were focused on the happenings around Billings—Green going in to have a private chat with Tom, scanning for suspicious movements, and feeling out the threads of misfortune.

“What’s wrong, Major?”

Rachel’s vision narrowed as they pulled up to the safe house, cresting the final hill.

I’ve felt the same since the moment Butter arrived…ten steps from a hurricane. So much chaos. So much potential… Someone’s been watching. Who? I don’t know—the USSR, Babel, Russia, Adele, Astra, Relica, or even Aurora. I can feel it in my tail.

“Oh,” Nia whispered with dawning understanding. “Is that one reason why you want to wait to explain Grace’s quest and going into a place no one can reach?”

We don’t know that… Aurora somehow broke out of Elizabeth’s quest, so why couldn’t someone break in? Then there’s the mysterious theft of Christ’s thorns and Catherine’s items from Maria’s soul that Aurora somehow returned without her noticing both invasions.

“Good point… Too bad she didn’t have soul hellhounds, bun soldiers, a literal deity, and yours truly to guard your Inner Sanctum.”

Indeed, maybe we’ll need to consider obtaining some out-of-the-box items for our org, she chuckled in return. Elizabeth had the items for Soul Items, as uncomfortable as it was to you, since you see them as hollow shells.

“Yes… I’m still undecided on Empress Wu’s ‘gifts’ to Elizabeth.”

As they exited the vehicle, Rachel noticed a familiar figure standing near the front entrance. Aella waited with careful posture, her harpy features composed but lacking the arrogant confidence she’d displayed during their first encounter—getting your face literally curb-stomped in could have that effect.

Adoncia and Butter were still arguing over the use of ‘inappropriate terms’ for a High Queen as Rachel leaned close to Scarlet, muttering, “Take them in, guide the conversation. I need as much information as Butter can or is willing to give regarding Nam.”

“Got it.”

Grace was the emotional punching bag between the former goddess and the haughty young woman as they were guided inside. Wakalapi was handling it with amusement beside Conquest, mumbling to one another about what Butter’s world was like.

Scarlet welcomed them inside, passing the uncomfortable harpy. The bird gave a lot of room as she waited for Rachel to stop in front of her and the door to shut behind the crew.

Hands stuffed into her short pockets, Rachel stared down at the smaller woman as she dropped her eyes, shifting somewhat uncomfortably.

“Ms. Park,” Aella gulped, her voice quiet but clear. “I heard you managed to get some kind of goddess to your side… Was that her? And how are you in the sunlight? How is Scarlet in the sunlight?”

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t waste my time. You know I heard you not really talking to yourself. You don’t want to join Omen? Say it with your chest.”

Aella flinched, feathers ruffling, but her demeanor soon strengthened as she looked up into Rachel’s illuminated, overlaid irises in the noon sun.

“First, I…wanted to thank you for the lesson you taught me the other night.”

Rachel’s eyebrow arched slightly. “That’s one way to look at it. But what lesson was that? I gave you the option to join Omen. I don’t get the feeling you’re done with a life of violence, though. It’s not in your nature as a bird of prey after The Oscillation.”

“My goals were…” Aella paused, clearly choosing her words carefully. “They were small. Petty. I came here thinking I deserved the world—my family status, being a mythickin…”

She shook her head, her wings folding tightly against her body as she offered a sad smile up at her, one that almost seemed to radiate morbid respect.

“I realized something about this world after you ran my face over the asphalt… But not then. It was when you returned from destroying the Fable realm, practically dead, Maria working herself to the marrow, healing you. I realized what it takes to survive in this new world you run into…not away from.”

Interesting perspective shift. More genuine than I expected.

“Huh.” Curiosity piqued, she took in the young woman—a senator’s granddaughter—she’d beaten to an inch of her life before having Maria heal her, putting the fear of God in her. “And what did you realize?”

It took Aella several seconds to look her in the face and whisper, “I realized that everyone around you is addicted to misery. You’re all gluttons for punishment, grinding salt into every wound, and somehow you thrive on it—living like masochists, running into burning buildings with a smile on your faces.”

Rachel’s smile faded, drifting to the left with her head, every word ringing true from the harpy’s lips.

“You have us all figured out, huh? This is how I’ve always been.”

A forced laugh creased the woman’s face, hair weaving as she shook her head.

“No. Not even a little…”

She turned to look up at the second-story window. “Maria working herself down to the marrow, you diving back into danger even when you’ve hit rock bottom… You’re all living like torture addicts, crying for abuse, and the twisted part is…it works.

“I spent my whole life trying to avoid pain, using my family name as a shield, thinking I deserved better. But watching you all… You don’t just endure the suffering; you choose it.”

Placing a hand on her hip, Rachel’s smirk returned.

“What are you trying to say? Omen is too extreme for you?”

“Yes, in a way,” Aella giggled, shrinking a bit despite herself. “But…I’m also inspired, which is… weird,” she mumbled, looking down at her wings. “I had a dream that scared—no, terrified me.”

Her eyes rose again, showing a searching desire for something more profound than she could quite grasp. “You’ve got this cold black silhouette, hanging like a marionette, casting a shadow—a shade on me. Just a sick, sad, sorry mess, living like a masochist.”

“Wow…okay?”

“And the most terrifying thing… This life is only what I choose to make of it. And the only thing standing between happiness and myself…is me, wasting a waning youth, waiting for something to help me pull through. My willingness to enter the fires of life and fight for what I want… Is it not you, not the world, but me, who’s making me sick? Am I addicted to my own misery?”

Not anywhere where Rachel thought this was going, her smile faded a second time.

“My whole life I’ve been focused, watching for the omens in my life, and getting ahead of them where I can… Where do you want to go?”

As if she’d been waiting her whole life for this conversation, Aella’s vision showed a determination that mirrored Scarlet’s fragile focus.

“I’ve only just started, but I want to be like you—even as horrifying as you are, Rachel, it’s been running through my head over and over… You have a legacy already in motion. Purpose. Drive… It isn’t being addicted to the pain, I realized…but what is produced through that refining fire, flaws and all. I want to walk through that fire, start my own private military company—get my own team—and follow your footsteps.”

Silence ensued between them as Rachel met her unflinching gaze, a slight twist rising on her lips. Hand slipping out of her shorts’ pocket, she held out a hand. Aella held up her wing, and Rachel gripped it, no mockery or laughter in her tone.

“The flames only get higher. Welcome to the fire.” 

With that, Rachel walked past her into the house, leaving the harpy to forge her own legacy.

Life is interestingly unpredictable in the best ways.

Entering through the front door, she found Maria coming from the kitchen, a plate full of vegetables in one hand, a carrot in her mouth.

“Sup—” she said, mouth full as her heel bumped the fridge close. Taking it out of her mouth, she moved to meet her. “You’re looking less dead. I saw Ms. Butterfly. That’s the terrifying conquest lady?”

Rachel held up her fist, and Maria bumped it as they made their way up the stairs, where Butter’s squeals of excitement could be heard.

“Yup. That’s her. Thoughts?”

“Pfft. Well, she's certainly godly with that aura… Take Catherine times ten thousand—pure Life Energy. No mames, it almost makes me feel sick.”

Rachel glanced at the gangster unicorn with a snort as she put the carrot back in her mouth and made a cross symbol over her chest before chewing. She had to respect the woman’s dedication to her faith, despite how the world had turned out.

“You don’t seem impressed?”

“Only Christ impresses me, chica. This poser just has a lot of energy.”

“Haha. Yeah, okay.”

“Real thing, though? Divine Energy?”

“If that’s what you want to call it, sure,” the unicorn shrugged through mouthfuls.

“Thanks, by the way,” she whispered, noticing the woman’s slight flush of embarrassment that swiftly was disguised.

“Sí, pues, next time no te pongas loco y think a little about others, ¿sí? Damn. I’m in a group of pinches vampiros; healing your traseros every day como si fuera mi chamba.”

“Okay. Okay. No need to get on my ass. I’ll be more careful,” she chortled as they made it to the second landing. “I think we’ll need you on this next mission, but I’m a little hesitant to leave my brother alone… Damn.”

Maria paused outside the room, hanging just before entering the doorway, as Butter had Alexa spinning around, squatting, and fluttering her angel wings in the name of ‘soul exercise’ to get a better picture of her spiritual processes. Clearly, she just wanted to see her performing cute actions.

“You’re slippin’? Life’s life, chica. It ain’t like you to tuck your tail.”

“No… Damn, you really are on my ass,” Rachel mumbled with a strained smile. “Yeah, I know I can’t protect him forever, but… Yeah, there are other things I’m worried about.”

Her vision narrowed while glancing at the doorway, thinking about all the enemies she’d gained over the last few months and targeting those she associated with.

“Nam will need to get strong himself… Alright.”

Rachel stepped across the threshold into a symphony of controlled chaos, the room’s modest dimensions straining against the collective presence of legends, myths, and divine entities. The air itself seemed compressed, thick with overlapping auras that made her supernatural senses tingle with electric anticipation—partly from Alexa, Butter, and her brother.

Bodies filled every available space—Nam was propped up in his bed, half of his blackened skin flaked off now, showing perfect skin. The bastard actually looked more handsome than before. An Alexa win.

His wife hovered nearby, her diminutive form somehow commanding attention as golden light played across her features, wings fluttering with nervous energy that sent tiny sparkles cascading through the cramped quarters. Butter was examining her halo from every angle as if it were an ancient artifact to be decoded.

Wakalapi had claimed a corner where shadow met light, his coyote features serene despite the supernatural pressure radiating from every direction. The Native mystic’s eyes tracked each movement with patience, sacred smoke curling from his pipe in defiance of the room’s stifling confines—the window was open to let it out.

In the center of it all, Butter commanded attention like a gravitational force, her luminous presence making the walls seem to bend inward. Every gesture she made rippled with barely contained cosmic energy, transforming the intimate space into something that felt simultaneously too small and impossibly vast—as if reality itself struggled to contain her divine essence within such mundane boundaries.

Grace leaned against the doorframe with practiced ease, letting her by, her hat tilted at an angle that suggested amusement at the supernatural traffic jam.

Scarlet pressed herself into whatever shadows the crowded room could offer, almost making Rachel wonder if she was claustrophobic.

“I want to come with you,” Nam was saying, trying to force himself up as they entered. “I need to get…stronger so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Nam, you can barely stand up without getting dizzy,” Alexa protested, swiftly jumping forward to bar him from attempting the rise. “Maybe…we should both sit this one out. Someone needs to take care of Nam, and…”

“Absolutely not!” Butter interjected, practically bouncing forward and putting her hands on her hips, Adoncia frowning nearby, trying not to take up room. “You two are simply fascinating! And yes, Nam must stay—it is pure insanity inside him—total chaos, gasoline, and fire!”

“Again, using terms you don’t understand.”

“I’m learning! Oh, sweetie…”

Before anyone could object, Butter moved closer, her expression shifting to one of intense concentration as a divine pressure radiated outward. Alexa froze as the blonde’s fingers delicately touched her wing, sliding down its length before moving to her halo.

“Ah! That tickles… I-It feels hot—super hot. But not…painful?”

“It’s fine. It just…takes a second to probe the truth out.”

“Phrasing, High Queen…”

“Hold up,” Rachel interrupted, stepping forward with a hand raised. “Before we get into soul analysis, let’s establish what we're actually doing here. This isn’t just about satisfying curiosity. Can you heal Nam? What do you mean by pure chaos?”

Butter’s aquamarine eyes sparkled as she turned toward Rachel, though her hand remained gently positioned near Alexa’s wing. “Oh, excellent questions! We can start with your brother… Nam’s soul here is in complete spiritual upheaval—like a star trying to collapse and expand at the same time. Very dangerous without proper guidance, but…that seems to have already been done! All he needs is time.”

She looked back at Alexa with obvious delight. “But this little angel here? She might be exactly what he needs for his rapid stabilization. I’ve only ever seen one soul quite like this, only…less restrained and more… What’s the right word?” she asked, putting a finger to her chin. “Molt? Mmm. Maybe that. She’s shedding her old soul, and rapidly!

“Also, their soul resonances are remarkably compatible,” she noted, holding her thumb up like a painter, closing one eye, and positioning her gaze to look at Nam as if he were a canvas. “Almost as if your brother is only one step removed from…reaching her evolution, only through a different route. Hmm…”

“Compatible how? One other? Who?” Rachel pressed, her tactical mind already working through implications.

“Well,” Butter said with a mysterious smile, glancing toward Scarlet, who shrank under all the attention. “I’m not saying it is one for one, but that’s the impression I get. Isn’t it all about the discovery? What can I say about your brother?”

She turned her attention to him, gently moving Alexa to the side, like a mother hen protecting her valuable egg, her voice filled with wonder.

“Your soul is incredibly dense and bright! Like ten thousand miniature stars compressed into human form…and that is just what I can see on the surface. There is a resonance between Rachel and you that is unique, as well—almost as if…mmm, as if you’re two parts of a greater whole?”

Rachel’s chest seized at that, eyes growing wide.

“Mmm. No, maybe not… Very similar. Both born with potent Divine Force guiding your development on a level more sophisticated than I can currently grasp. Now that is a thrilling detail,” she clapped. “Who crafted your souls…because they are not natural.”

“Careful, Major. This is getting into territory that might reveal things about your mother. Are you sure we should let her continue?” Nia warned.

Just…a little bit more.

But, Butter ended it there, shifting focus to Alexa. “Too complex. Convoluted. A total mess by design. It gives me a headache. Now, you!”

Her expression shifted to absolute amazement that had the magical girl angel gripping her dress with horrified dread at the former goddess’ returned attention.

“You, precious thing! Your soul is extraordinary! Extremely similar to Scarlet’s, at least on a surface level. It’s so…malleable, so full of potential.”

“I what—I-I’m like one of those creepy tentacle monsters?!”

Adoncia’s mouth became a line, directing a glare at her High Queen that told Rachel they were having a private, internal conversation.

“A tentacle wha—no! Oh, sweetie, no!” Butter soothed, quickly rushing in to snatch Alexa’s white hands. “Eh, while…yes, I almost want to call it an Eldritch Soul, but that’s not quite right. Not the full story! It’s something transcendent—a Positive Divine Force in constant growth.”

Scarlet’s lips bunched to the side, no doubt wondering if she was implying she was the horrific tentacle monster. Her own self-image was probably not helped by her internal terror about what she could transform into.

Alexa’s cheeks flushed. “Is there anything you can do to help me be more useful? I feel so small compared to everyone else.”

“Small? Small, Adoncia! She thinks she is small?!” Butter laughed like silver bells. “I said transcendent, my dear! That kind of word is not small.Well, maybe right now, but we don’t operate in the ‘present’ tense, but in the future!

“You’re in a base state of transformation. Your soul is more malleable than almost anyone I’ve ever encountered—minus our obvious, immaculate fanged girl, over there!”

“Thanks…” Scarlet dryly mumbled.

“No, Alexa, I sense such depth in you that is not only a Seed, but a Seed connected to infinity and beyond!”

That got a snort from Grace, Scarlet, and even Adoncia had to hide a smile.

“Your unlimited potential is waiting to be awakened! You are in a state of continual growth, but only in a Divine Path—a Positive Force path directly connected to the sun. Much like your husband, in…a sort of roundabout way.”

Rachel absorbed this information, pieces clicking into place. That explains the resonance Nam mentioned. Alexa is supporting him; she’s somehow compatible with whatever divine inheritance we carry… We’re close, at least. Like cousins? It’s a stepping stone.

“If you both learn to truly harness your souls and make them bloom,” Butter continued, glancing between Rachel, Nam, and Alexa, “wonderful things might be revealed between your three resonances. I think Alexa could be the key to breaking past that barrier I see between you. But…that will come in time! The training I have planned could be the first step.”

Rachel nodded slowly, satisfied with what she’d learned. The analysis confirmed her suspicions about their family’s hidden nature while revealing Alexa’s true potential.

Mom… I’m starting to wonder if you really do have some part in this grand game with Fate and Destiny. How far up, though?

“Alright,” she said, turning to Alexa with a small smile. “Sounds like you’re more ready for this than any of us realized. Want to do the honors and open our way to the Wild West? You can explain when we get there…for security reasons.”

“Well, saddle up, ladies and gents!” the cowgirl chimed, jumping into the limelight. “I’ve got a story for you…”

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