"From some place above. Above our thought and want we can see. Above what we can even believe. Even people like me. There are greater beings. Greater than gods. Being so great that nothing is something to them. They see it like a dirty spec on a window, or a little piece of lint on carpet. It's small, and easy to fix.

Making the universe was as easy as cleaning off a window to our creator.

Not all we see in front of us was made from one creator. There first had to be a spark of energy for even something like death and darkness to be created.

When the universe was created from nothing the greater being made many different things. He made gods and entity's and an Oracle. He made all of these people as his workers.

Gods to create the world. Entity's to make it run, and an Oracle to write and plan the world down. Life's scribe.

Though this greater being had favorites. He had Day and Night, and this greater being loved the entity's like a creature would love there child. They were the greater beings prized possessions.

Day and Night were able to create different worlds in the same one. During the Day children would play, people would work, and the world would grow and evolve. Everything was lively and bright. During the night people would rest, fall in love, and say things that only people would want to here in the dark.

Because Day and Night saw two different worlds, they saw creatures as two different things. Day saw mortals as working bees, droning around busy in their hives, as a entity should. Night saw them as dolls, characters, puppets. She heard their lives in the stories of their dreams and love and secrets. She did not see the creatures as what she should have.

She fell in love with one of the mortals.

She refused to let the mortal live its life because she felt as if she owned it. She became greedy, and hopeless. As the mortal's life moved on, as it would, she became angry. She watched the mortal's story unfold as the mortal fell in love with someone else and earned a family.

She had only one person to blame. The Oracle.

The person that created the story of every person in the world. The one who wrote the creatures lives down and made sure they continued as plan.

Night created the darkest night she could imagine. She hid the stars and the moon. If the creatures would have been awake they would have not seen the hands in front of there face.

And in the pitch black of her unnatural night, she swallowed up the Oracle in her darkness. She smothered him in the greed of her lost puppet, and choked him and killed him.

When the greater being found that the Oracle was dead, he saw what his Night had become. She had become something unnatural, unholy, and unimaginable. Even to the greater being, when he simply turned the switch on to make the universe, couldn't imagine what she had become.

The Darkness spread through the world. She decided to go first for the gods, to destroy them with her darkness too. She knew by killing them that there would be nothing left to make a new world when she destroyed the universe.

The greater being couldn't destroy her. He couldn't destroy what he still loved.

He made a subspecies of mortals. Half angelic, half human. A type of Nephilim strong enough to defeat darkness herself. Their blood rained gold on the battle field, and they strung their bravery farther than their strength.

The leader of the army, Mathias, was the one to trap Darkness. By using his own blood of gold to sculpt a prison for her, he was able to trick her. He took her off guard with his powers, such she had never seen from a mortal before.

Though, Mathias could never kill her, he did trap her where she could never escape and hurt someone again.

This was enough for the greater being.

The greater being knew that life could not continued without a set of rules for now on. He sent out a regiment for the Gods, what would happen if they all died. He gave restrictions to all entity's. He created Death to even out Life.

And he sent for a new Oracle, a new Oracle that would write down words needed for daily life in this universe.

The Oracle had to create a safety button, a code red. Something that could save the day when everything went horribly wrong."

Lucy smiled brightly. "So I made you!"

I bent my eyes at Lucy. "Your trying to tell me your my mom?"

She pushed the dusty book closed. All the words flipping through the pages hurt my head. All I really cared about was getting to bed on a full stomach, but she had given me a history lesson.

The library seemed even more full now, even though it was just still the team and I. Maybe it was the amount of words that Lucy had put into the air. I swear that girl needed to hold a plant to make up for all the oxygen she was waisting.

And then Jordan got to ask questions.

He pointed to himself, his eyes were still affixed on the book. "So we are the safety button. The saving grace of everything."

"Yes," Lucy nodded in agreement.

"We're like a prophet," Jordan's eyes lit up. "Like Harry Potter!"

Lucy was going to rebuke his statement, but then decided that was the best way for Jordan to understand it. She opened up her mouth to continue her rant, until Jordan started to talk again.

"Have we always been prophets or did something happen to us to make us prophets, like Harry and Voldemort."

"You were always the heroes." Lucy added. "That's why you were brought to Mianite by Mianite himself. I chose you six very carefully."

Jordan started to to that thing where he flaps his hands around wildly, and hits us all in the face. Then he jumps around all happy. "oh mY GOD! This is the coolest thing that has ever happened to us."

Hope pushed around Jordan who looked like he was going to have an asthma attack. Hopes curiosity was on high alert. "What did you mean by you know everything?"

"Oh," Lucy held out her hands in front of her like a teacher. "Good question."

She turned around to look at the library, and then the big desk by the window. She was searching for something, but she didn't find it, so she gave up and tried to explain the topic alone.

"I - uh. Well," she stammered. "I literally know everything that happens in the world, and everything that could happen in the world."

That got everyone's attention. Everything we had done. Every secret we had locked in our heads. They weren't secrets to her. She knew that I secretly loved peanut butter with pickles, and that's not a secret anyone should know.

"Oh." Sonja let out slowly.

Lucy then bit her lip in a childlike manner. She took the opportunity of Jordan's attention. "Especially you, sir."

Jordan backed up, slightly confused. The last person anyone expected to have big secrets was Jordan.

"Where do you think those big ideas you get come from?" Lucy explained. "Those dazed dreams you have in the middle of the night, in which you wake up with a new invention idea."

Jordan was still confused.

"The finishing product for the moars. The watches. I mean of course everything else your brilliant brain has thought up of is yours. But the little pushes of help you needed." Lucy then pointed to herself.

Jordan looked slightly disappointed, and started to ring his hands together as he forced himself to look excited. "Oh." He got out weakly.

"Duh," Lucy harshly hit herself on the head. "This is a lot of information for you all to process."

We all silently agreed again, even Wag.

"Why don't you get to bed?" She suggested. "You need time to process things."

I almost cheered out of joy.

And as we walked out of that dusty, information ridden library, we all sighed out of relief. All we wanted out of dinner was dinner, but what we got was our lives changed.

In the front of the line exiting the library, trust issues one and trust issues two were talking it out.

"So she knows everything." Hope asked Tucker. She was a little too worried about that factor. I wondered if she ever told Jordan about her time as a seven year old Dianite.

Tucker glanced back at her, the same amount of worry plastered on his face. "Everything."

I doubted either of those two would get good sleep.

"Please dumb that down for me."

Tom had the most trouble processing the unknown history of Mianite. Before we had thought Mianite was simply a little dusty island with a bit of jungle. Now we knew it was this whole universe with other cities. It had a rich enough history for the Oracle to live in it. (I guess Lucy's important.)

To top that all off we were tied up in the mix, as the heroes at that. We had the whole weight of this world in our tiny little hands.

I was impressed I wasn't having an anxiety attack.

"Greater guy, who is the big kahuna, makes universe. Day and Night are like his main kiddos other than the gods and things like the Oracle, but then Night falls in love with a mortal-"

"And that's bad?" Tom asked.

I never thought if it was bad or not. I mean it was just love, but Lucy explained it as if it was greed instead of loving someone. She wanted to own that mortal like a pet.

I shrugged. "Yeah. In the context," I shook my head. "Anyway, Night blames the Oracle for the mortal moving on and getting a family. I guess the guy she was in love with moved on or something-."

"She blamed the Oracle, because the Oracle writes out our lives?"

"Well they used too." That was a bit of information I had gathered on my own. While everyone was sleeping that night I was researching. "They don't anymore, because it made people hate them so much. Now Lucy just knows everything."

Tom clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Fates a scary thing."

"I can agree." I paused.

"Hm." Tom said that a lot, when he got once got lost in thought. Though that usually didn't last long. "Okay you can keep going."

"The Night basically gets swallowed in her own greed and becomes Darkness. She then needs to be defeated, and the Greater being can't do it because he is so proud of his creation-"

"So he created Mathia's army. The half angels." He then gestured all around us. "What they are."

I finally realized, looking up, that we had walked into the courtyard. This beautiful facility with roses lining the stone walls, and vines climbing the willow trees. The grass was so much lusher then in the jungle surrounding, and the humid air was made up for by the shade the trees made.

In front of us were two kids around Hope's age. One had black hair, and the other had ginger. Though they both had this same blushy tone to their skin, even with the one been pale and the other having olive toned skin. They both had this bright gleam in their eyes. I could even swear the bruise on the boy with the red hair was shimmering gold.

"Wait. They are?"

"Yeah! That's what Faith told me." Tom said. "I guess angels are kinda extinct, so if all of Mathia's army dies were kinda screwed."

I stared at the sparring couple in shock. I couldn't believe I was staring at someone with actual golden blood. If they got a paper cut would they be like twenty dollars richer.

"We're also especially screwed since were last resort." Tom stared at the couple too. He had now sense of fear in his voice, just a gratitude for understanding. "I really don't want to fight that Darkness thing. Killing death and destroying a universe was enough for me, thank you very much."

I was still gawking at the sparing kids in amazement.

Then the kids stopped fighting to glare at us. I guess they had noticed us watching them and weren't taking very kindly to it.

The girl with the black hair tide up into a ponytail crossed her arms at us. "No offense, but fuck off."

All of Mathia's army seemed to have one very common thing. A strong demeanor. I wasn't arguing with that women.

Neither was Tom.

We both bopped out of that situation. By making a quick U- turn we turned down the path of the courtyard. We would eventually find our way back to the entrance of the building, but we would have to take the long way around.

"It's like I just asked six year old Hope to wear socks." Tom inquired.

I realized, in odd agreement, that he was right. "Yeah."

I thought that I could finally have a peaceful moment. My brain needed a brake from all the thinking and all the talking. I just needed to pause and freshen my mind up a bit. It needed to absorb.

But this fucking world doesn't give you time to absorb. It just lurches around and throws you through a new hoop. If your lucky you don't hit your head.

I was most surprised to see the most grumpy person here. Andy. Either she was running off from Matthew, or just trying to find a quiet place to shoot her pistol, she was in the courtyard.

And she even looked relieved to see me, even with Tom standing right beside me. She even started to jog towards me, which must have been hard because she didn't have shoes on. All she had on was some soft cotton shorts and a grey slip on button shirt.

"Hey!" She called out, and the worry on her face made me feel anxious.

She was out of breath when she got to us, as me and Tom completely stopped walking out of shock. She had to catch up with us the full way.

"I have an opinion that you can't rebuke!" She quickly got out. That phrase actually made my ears hurt, like literally hurt.

I stared at her in confusion. "You can rebuke an opinion, always. Even if I agree with the opinion, it's not a fact-."

"Oh thank Ianite!" She breathed out. "Your perfect."

I was still confused. More confused than the whole opinion thing. "Um, I'm far from perfect but thanks."

Andy tried to shut me up by waving her hand. She was out of breath and finding it hard to talk.

She then stood upright, with as much energy as she could muster up. I had shut up, and it was a perfect opportunity to talk.

"You wanted to meet your alter ego-"

I nodded my head yes erratically, even though Andy wasn't really asking a question.

"Great," she smirked. "Let's go."

And although I did always imagine meeting my alter ego as this crazy thing. We could stand in front of each other and pretend we were looking at a mirror, and then we would mimic each other and everyone would laugh. We would make talk about how shit the Star Wars prequels were, and how amazing the sets in The Lord of The Rings were.

A little part of me also wanted us to have friendship bracelets.

And excuse me for being a little disappointed when I met the guy, but he was the exact opposite of what I was expecting. The exact opposite. I couldn't have been farther off from the guy I would do the mirror joke with.

Why? You ask. Well maybe because the guy was fucking 90 years old and had Alzheimers.

Andy asked me to come, not because she was a nice lady who wanted my dreams to come true. She couldn't get him to take his medicine, and wanted to see if I could convince him.

I knew the sad truth that nothing would help Spark. Not even modern medicine could help him. Though, Lucy had found a medicine that would delay the process. It was a tea that he would drink every day, and today Spark wouldn't even drink it.

"Look," Andy spoke harshly. We were slowly inching to a spot in the courtyard where two willow trees inched together in front of a pond. "When you talk to him do not bring up Dagrun, do not bring up Ianite unless it's this worlds Ianite, and if he calls you by a name that isn't yours just agree with it!"

"Yes ma'am," Tom and I said in unison.

We rounded the two trees, and I spotted an old men sitting on a bench. His hair was grey to almost white, and his skin was wrinkled and lifeless.

He watched the ripples in the pond, with a tea in his hand.

Andy raised out her hands in confusion. "What the hell squirt?"

Andor was sitting beside his grandfather, who was the only family he had left other than Martha.

He shot up from the seat, hearing Andy's sharp voice. It was like a babysitter yelling at a little kid to go to bed.

"Aunt Martha asked me to come here," he came up with an excuse quickly, and his blue eyes were big and alert on the rest of the world. He tried to keep an eye on Spark and Andy at the same time.

A little smile formed on Andor's face. "I got him to drink it." He seemed rightfully proud of himself.

Andy became offended and stole Andor's spot of the stone bench. Anger was spitting off of her like ashes from a roaring fire. Still somehow her voice cane out calm, which took a lot more self control than I could imagine. "Why wouldn't you take the drink from me?"

Spark's eyes shot from the pond to Andy. He was fidgeting with the tea cup, which was empty at this point. He needed something to hold on to. Something to move around.

"He asked nicely." Spark's answer was simple. His voice was gritty and worn out. "With words like please and excuse me."

Andy took a sharp deep breath. Somehow it was working to calm her down. She don't say anything more. She didn't add fuel to the argument.

"There are always these three same herons that sit around at that pond." He was motioning for Andor to listen, and Andor did.

These little quirks showed up on Andor's face. It was different than when he listened to Hope speak, where he would try to hold back by biting his lip. Instead listening to grandpa a little smile always formed in his face. Not a lot, but it was noticeable. It broke that porcelain exterior he had. He did the same thing when he would talk to Steve.

Oh Steve.

"The herons sit their everyday." Spark pointed to a thicket where the vines and rose bushes were especially high. It was right across from the pond. "And they always show up at 6:30 am because that's when the sun rises."

He became that old man kinda angry, where his eyebrows arched and he spoke about it like it was the end of the world. "They make this god awful noise that forces me awake-"

Andy was trying to hold back laughter.

"I swear I haven't slept good in weeks."

Everyone else was trying not to laugh in front of the poor guy, except Andor. He listened politely and shook his head.

And then Spark's angry face turned into a big smile, as he pointed at his grandson. "You could change that. The sunrise. To any time you want. Only you."

And I wasn't sure if Spark meant that as a metaphor, or his Alzheimers induced mind thought Andor actually could change the sunrise.