The temples halls echo everyone who enters footsteps.

"Dianite", black boots tap on the hot coals and splatters of blood on the stone floors. His minions fighting over the last scraps of food. It was sickening to her.

Dianite was sitting looslesly on his throne. Almost dead.

"Dianite", the girl snapped again.

"What do you want". Dianites voice like always was loose and gritty. Deep and supposedly frightening.

"Chronos", she picked her blood red nails. "He is unhappy with you".

"I don't care what that monster thinks, he abandon me".

She laughed, rich and long. "Really he's the monster", she kicked a bone away. "Don't kill the messenger".

"I am only protecting what you have aloud me to keep". Dianite looked to the piles of ash that used to be his followers. "That isn't much".

She clenched her fist. "They deserve to burn in hell".

"Hardly".

"They did this to me!" She pointed on her black tartan shirt where her heart should have been. "Your people-"

"Not mine", Dianite stayed calm. "Were not there".

The girl took a few deep breaths. "Your people, or person so to say, hasn't told you a very important detail".

"Your mind tricks don't work on me, fear demon", he held the arms of his throne. "You aren't a shadow to me".

"You'll wish it was trick, we all wish it was a trick", her voice was raised. The pack of Dianite guards stopped fighting to stare. "The prophecy is coming true".

"That's not my problem".

"Ianites have to go through you first, and the new ones getting stronger".

Dianite made a low growling noise out of anger.

"You should of took out the girl when you had a chance, Dianite".

He squinted at the floor. "I know".

"Annnd- the race is off! Mianite is in the lead with two centimeters. Dianite is in the back trying to catch up, but his ugly and uhhhh- self centered minions are leading him down, of course not the old leader he gave me candy yesterday, ohh this has been a good race so far. Dianite and Mianite are tied up together"

"Hope quite down. I'm almost got these stones done"

"- but look at this, there's a knew competitor in the race. It's Ianite, but Ianite doesn't exist. For a God that doesn't exist Ianite is making the round. Ianite is fast and lean, that God's a machine"

"HOPE, what are you doing", Jordan slid off of the swivel chair.

The lab rats were lined up at the finish line scurrying around. Each one of them was either spray painted red, blue, or purple. "Ianite is the victor! The crowd goes wild".

Jordan crossed his arms. "Hope"

"The crowd is also exhaling loudly from there mouth".

"Did you spray paint the mice", Jordan went over and picked up the cage.

I twisted on my hair. "Yea, but it doesn't bother them or anything"

"Well-" He cut himself off putting the cage down over the crayon drawn paper track.

"It's funny though, right", I tried to stifle my laughter.

"Ha, ha", he put the rats in the cage. "Funny".

"So you finished the stone mours", I stood up peaking over the desk. The pieces of different stones were put on gold chains. "I really want to try it......."

Jordan slapped my hand away. "Knock it off, it isn't even enchanted with the glitter yet anyway".

"Ha, glitter". I started messing with the glass computer screen. "Lookie at all these fancy attachments".

Jordan rolled his eyes. "So the green one is working on a type of speed and the white one is-"

Someone knocked on the lab door.

"Hey Hope can you-?"

"I'LL GET IT", I ran to the lab door and opened it.

Tucker was standing with Sonja, both of them hand in hand. They had both seemed more in love since the war. More at peace, which was good. We were Ianites, we wanted people to have peace.

"Hi Hope-"

"What? Adult talk", I cut Tucker off.

"I was going to say happy early birthday", He said.

I bit the side of my mouth. "Oh, sorry".

I opened the door the full way and they both walked in. I perched myself on the arms of the swivel chair and got out a piece of flyer paper.

Jordan walked back into the lab seeming surprised that the Mianites were here. "Uhhh, are we in trouble".

"Have you been outside neer our house today", Sonja voice got to auctoves higher.

"No I've been working on-"

"Ah, no", Tucker cut him off. "You don't need to tell us everything you work on. You two are your own team".

I felt the flyer. "What's out there?" I asked not expecting to get the legitimate answer.

Sonja took a big happy sigh. "It would probably be easier to show you".

"Holy temple", Hope ran over to the surf by Tucker's where I had landed months ago.

Tucker stood looking at a temple like a child on Christmas. Fully marble with greenery all around it, gold sculpted into swerving cursive word Mianite on the top under the slanted roof. The temple of Mianite was everything a mianite could ask for, even in the middle of the water sitting like a island.

"This is what the priest has been working on", I asked.

Sonja kicked the sand. "Yea, I guess it is. He must have brought it in with a prayer, because this wasn't here yesterday".

Hope shielded her eyes, looking at the lettering on the temple. "What is up there Tucker".

Tucker held out his arm in front of Hope, walking closer to the surf. "What the -"

Sonja covered her eyes with her hands."Oh no, it's Tom".

I looked over to the speck that was standing on the golden M in Mianite. I could faintly here a British. "Hey guys" from up top as he waved to us".

Tucker looked as if he was going to burst. "THOMAS".