This chapter is dedicated to author TaliaJenni

     A major test calls for exceptional studying. A battle that decides the future of the world requires training that breaks down every inch of the soul only to make it stronger. And we have done that training. We have mastered our skills and know in order to win we must fight like hell. No less.
Kaname and Celest returned to us a week ago. They told us about the journey Celest took in order to become my familiar. I was grateful, ecstatic even, but came concerned when they asked for our blessing and to allow them to be lovers. I thought Pitch would say no, but I was shocked when his immediate answer was a very a delighted and joyous "yes". I agreed right along with him.
     Today was the last day of our training and tomorrow decides the fate of the world. We now stand in front of the council, each of them bestowing words of pride and honor upon us. Congratulating us for our bravery and determination, trying to calm our nerves that never seem to settle. Me and Jack haven't told the others of our engagement, figured it would be best if we waited to give them the news after we won the war. If we win the war.

"I wish you didn't have to do this alone," Haya said, "I wish I could be there with you, fighting along side you. I wish that I could give you all the happiness that you deserve, but it's-" It was at that moment that a hole appeared from the ceiling and something that looked like a women fell through at the speed of a bullet. I was sure that she would have cracked the floor in two if she didn't stop her acceleration. Fortunately her descend slowed, making her clothes and hair defy gravity as they floated in the air like feathers. The hole disappearing in the blink of an eye as the women floated to the ground with effortless grace. Her dark purple heels making a clicking sound once they touched the ground. She straightened her back, a smug smile on her lips as she ran her hand through her hair. Her hair was the embodiment of a purple galaxy as it framed her body magically. Dressed in a galaxy sweater that hung off one of her shoulders which covered a black tank underneath. Her legs were slimmed by her skinny black jeans that stopped at her ankles. Her hand held a blue and purple staff that came a crescent with a crystal orb full of dancing light in the curve. Two rings surrounding the crescent and the orb like a solar system as miniature planets zoomed by on the rings; where the orb was the sun.

"What's up my dudes?!" She spoke friendly, taking off her sunglasses and making them disappear with a snap. Revealing her mismatched eyes; one as yellow as the blazing sun and the other a magical purple.

"Yupina! It's good to see you." Manny spoke with genuine excitement, taking a step forward as he extended his arms in a welcome.

"It's Oracle Manny, or Irene? I don't know anymore! But I know for sure that it's not Yupina!"

"Awwww you used to like it when I call you Yupina!" Manny said hurt, sniffling. I swear this man can be the scariest person ever created one moment and a sad little puppy the next. Oracle or Irene?...opened her lips to reply but was stopped by a very enthusiastic Jack tackling her with a hug.

"Oracle!!" He shouted, looking like a little brother happy to see his older doting sister.

She laughed, returning his hug. "I missed you too My partner in crime." They took a step back, doing some kind of cryptic, choreographed, hand shake that took like at least ten minutes. It didn't take long for the moment to become a reunion among friends, drifting away from the fact of doomsday.

"Oracle this is Elsa," Jack introduced me as he beckoned me to come to him. Taking my hand as he now stood next to me. Wrapping his arm around my waist as he stood proudly. "Elsa this is Oracle."

"Let me guess...girlfriend?" Oracle spoke with a beaming smile and a devilish grin in her eye. Swaying her finger between the both of us; the international simple for "item" or "couple".

"Yeahhhh" Jack confirmed with a smile. Blush kissing his cheeks as his hand went behind his head; looking like an embarrassed Highschool boy. Gosh he looked so cute.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Elsa," she greeted with a smile. Shifting her eyes to an empty space as she muttered, "looks like I won that bet."

"What?" I replied.

"Nothing!" She said quickly, hiding something.

"So...how do you and Jack know each other?" I asked curiously. Discovering that Oracle was the same height as me, maybe just a little bit shorter.

"We trained together. Unfortunately I had to leave when I became the badass guardian!"

"One of the badass guardians," Saraphine chimed in. Both of them grabbing each other's fore arms, the kind of thing soldiers did after a battle. A gesture that meant friendship and bonding.

"The two of them share a special bond," Jack whispered in my ear. "You see...those two were created by Haya and Yami equally. They are the grey between black and white."

"It's good to see you kid." Saraphine smiled, both of their arms falling to their side.

"Who you calling kid?" Oracle replied, looking a little irritated.

"You squirt."

"You're only two years older than me."

"True, but I've been dead a lot longer than you have."

"Youuuuu-"

Saraphine laughed at Oracle's frustrated expression. Her long red hair falling down her back beautiful as she stood with her arms crossed. Pitch joining her at her side. I noticed Haya shifting nervously on her feet, keeping her eyes on Oracle cautiously. I wonder if those two have history. Is Haya afraid of Oracle or does she feel guilt because of her. I...I don't know who this Oracle girl is, but the others know her. So she can't be bad news...right? I mean what are the odds of her showing up right when we're gonna have the biggest throw down of the century??

"Oracle it's great to see you and all but...why are you here?" I tuned back into the conversation. Curious nervousness taking over my body as I listened intently. Manny continuing his question. "Aren't you suppose to be creating worlds? Keeping universes in line? You've been gone for centuries and now you just show up the day before war?! It can't just be a coincidence."

Oracle looked at Manny, scanning him like he was some kind of unknown animal. She was hesitating, her grip on her staff tightening and an uncertain spark in her eye. She sighed and swallowed nervously. "You're right Manny, it's not a coincidence. I'm here because I need to speak with her."

"With who?"

"Her," she pointed her staff at Haya. The two locking eyes as an unknown atmosphere danced between them. "In private."

At first Haya didn't know what to think. Decline? Accept? She looked conflicted, exposed. She looked like someone had just killed her puppy for sport. Or as if some dipweed spread her secret, letting the cat out of the bag. She quickly composed herself, going back to looking like the person who gave guardians a second chance. Like the powerful person she really is. "Very well then," she complied. "The rest of you are dismissed. Rest up guardians, we have a long and weary day ahead of us."

We did not dare to open our mouths for objection. No matter how uncertain I was of this Oracle girl. Haya agreed to speak to her alone and there was nothing anyone could do about it. So we bowed and everyone, even the high council, left the council hall without a word. I paused as the giant mahogany door closed with a booming click behind me. Looking back at it as a feeling of uncertainty rose within me.

❄️ Narrator's P.O.V ❄️

It was silent. The two young women having the stare off of the century. Waiting until they could no longer hear the feet of their fellow comrades. The creator standing before the creation. Haya smiles genuinely at Oracle, her blonde hair pulled back into a professional bun. Her body adorned with a white button down shirt that was tucked into her waist high white leather pants. With a set of black ankle high boots to match her dangly black earrings.

"Should we talk in the garden? It's a nice place to stroll and speak of depressing things." Haya said, breaking the silence.

"Haya-" Oracle began but was cut off by the clap of Haya's hands. Finding themselves seamlessly in the garden that Haya loved to venture in so much. In the garden where the prophecy of Yami's defeat lies. Haya breathed in the fresh hair, wearing a very obvious facade.

"Remember? You used to love it here, this place just always seemed to calm you down."

Oracle didn't reply. Her eyes could only scan the place where she spent most of her days. Hiding her destructive self from the rest of the guardians, from the rest of the world. Hiding from everyone, except the two sisters themselves.

"Come," Haya spoke, grabbing her attention. "Walk with me."

Oracle nodded, keeping her staff on hand as the two walked side by side. Both of their eyes down casted to the soft green grass. Haya holding herself with her crossed arms.

"So, um...how have you been?" Haya sounded like a concerned mother. Who was really more of a best friend in Oracle's eyes, but she was never going to admit that to her.

"Good, just started training my 14th seal at the moment."

"14th?? Oracle we talked about this."

"It's not my fault that you created all this immense power and shoved it into this human body of mine! It's not my fault that I'm UNSTABLE!" She snapped, her yellow eye blazing with rage.

"You're...you're right. I'm sorry." Haya apologized, defeated as she looked ahead. Not daring to look at Oracle who was a six inches shorter than her.

"It's just...damnit," Oracle was getting frustrated with herself. The piercing headache behind her eyes not seeming to go away. "I'm just stressed out okay, I'm sorry."

"Is it perhaps your new seal?"

"No, he's fine. Can be a total kill joy at times, but he does his job well and keeps me in check. You would like him." She replied, speaking fondly of her new seal.

Haya smiled, feeling the tension between them slowly dissolve. "I bet I would. Also...Irene?"

"That's what he calls me."

"Wow, already starting to change your name for him? Is this ser-"

"Haya, I came her to talk to you about something important. Can we please keep my personal life out of it?" Oracle pleaded, looking at Haya with blank eyes. Hiding all the emotions she had bottled up over the past century.

"Y-yes of course," Haya replied. Feeling like she had stepped over a line that wasn't meant to be crossed. "What do you need to know?"

"What happened to Yami?"

Haya felt her heart dropped. Trying to cover up the painful memory of her sister. "W-What do you mean?"

"Don't play coy with me. She wasn't always this bat shit crazy and all "revenge" and "rule the world"."

"It's...It's just the natural order of things. In order to have great light, there needs to be a equal darkness. A hero for each villain, a savior for each tyrant. It's just the balance of things."

"Are you telling me, that the person who literally took care of me like family, just suddenly gave in to the order of things? Don't give me that balancing universal bullshit. I deal with universes remember, all worlds are in the grey, none of them have a greater power with a balancing shit. And we both know Yami better than that. You two were so unbelievably powerful when you created me and Saraphine. Hell, you two were inseparable. We both know that Yami wouldn't give into the darkness so easily, she was one of the sweetest people I knew. That we both knew. So cut the crap and give it to me straight."

Haya looked away, feeling remorse. Her lips pressing tightly together with pain. Tears pulling to her eyes as she fought with everything within her not to explode. She remembers her sister like it was yesterday. Remembered how they use to gossip and play in the garden. How they danced to the music they created. How they taught Saraphine how to dance, to laugh. How they watched Oracle grow and become the powerful being she is today. She chuckled; she has grown a lot hasn't she. She remembers...how good her sister was, how good she can be.

"Haya, what happened to Yami," Oracle pleaded. Haya still silent with pain. "Answer me!" She yelled.

"I don't know..." Haya replied, defeated.

"What do you mean you don't-"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Haya snapped. Turning her head back at Oracle; her blonde curls moving beautifully from the action. A stream of tears trickled from her eyes and fell into the green grass. Making it twinkle in the sunlight. "I don't know..." she sniffled. Oracle not saying a word as she allowed her creator to compose herself. The two standing in silence as a gentle breeze danced between them. Strands of hair flying in the wind, wanting to escape the pain of this conversation. Haya was regretful and Oracle was curiously guilty.

"I don't know what happened to her." Haya broke the silence, looking up at a certain piece of ruined stone. Imagining how her and Yami used to play there. "But she started to change the year after you left. It wasn't apparent at first...but as time went on it was more visible that Yami was changing. At first she was bitter, bickering and snapping at people for the smallest reasons. She got into fights with Manny all the time and then there was the mind controlling of pitch. And then...there was the death of our father."

Oracle's eyes bulged out of the sockets. "Your father is dead. But beings like that just don't-"

"No, he did not die. He was murdered."

The feeling was like the atomic bomb had just dropped. A feeling of shock and unknown that made Oracle's heart sink into the earth's molten core. It was unbelievable. Nerve racking even. No one could even imagine the possibility of a being so powerful, of someone who created worlds within worlds, could be killed. It was, it was just unheard of. Beings like Haya's father were basically everyday gods. People who can change fate with the snap of their fingers. Who could change the order of everything, even the fabric of the universes. Who in the world could kill everyday god?

"H-How?" Oracle questioned, feeling shaken all the way to her bones.

Haya ripped her eyes away from the stone to Oracle. Swallowing hard as she could not stomach her next words. "By the very thing he personally created. By his own daughter."

Oracle didn't know what to say. What do you say to the murder of one's family member; especially when they were killed by their own.

"It was like any normal day." Haya began, the events of that morning playing out in her head. "The sun was out, the chirping of birds. It was a plain, normal morning. Except I was woken up by the sound of yelling. Something I never heard before in my home. I had gotten out of my bed and heard my father's voice shouting from the kitchen. I knew mother was out because I didn't sense her presence anywhere. I was slowly walking to the kitchen; half afraid and half cautious. The closer I got, the more I figured out that the fight was between my father and my sister." She sniffled, shaking her head painfully. "He was complaining about her recent behavior. About how rude and cruel she had become. That she needed to change her attitude. To start presenting herself as one of the creator of guardians. I was behind the wall out this point, listening as I hid. I was hoping that she would...agree and see the error of her recent ways. That she would see that she had changed and was no longer the person she used to be. I thought, if no one else can talk her down than I knew father could. Little did I know...he couldn't even reach her. She became angry, furious. She began to scream at him, her voice becoming like a demon. A loud and terrible noise that I wished I never heard. She said something that made me run from where I was hiding. Hoping that if I reached her in time then I could knock her out or distract her. But...I was too late." Her voice cracked, bringing her hands up to her eyes in defeat. "By the time I had rounded the corner...she was holding a black dagger over my father's lifeless body. Caked in his blood. She ran away once we locked eyes. Disappearing in seconds, right before my mother came in and became a screaming mess. She ran to my father, holding him in her lap as she wept. Rocking back and forth as she held him like a child, covering herself in blood."

"Haya-"

"Just because...your magic originates from darkness, doesn't mean you have to become it. Yami didn't have to give in, she had a chance. She could of turned back and not allowed the darkness to take over her soul. She could have turned back. But the moment she plunged that dagger into my father's heart...was the moment she became the darkness. I knew that she had to be stopped before she killed millions of others. And I knew that I couldn't do it. Not because she was my sister, my family, but because we cancel each other out. So I told Saraphine, Manny, and Solaria to find her, lock her up, and to damn her to eternity. Hell even I don't know the exact location of her imprisonment...and it should stay that way."

"If she's imprisoned...then how are we still getting guardians with dark magic, dark origins?"

"Because that's the only thing she could do in that cell. To take her out of creating guardians completely will throw the universe on its axis. The whole world would go to hell if there isn't a light and dark creator creating guardians. That part of balancing is true."

"If that's the only thing she can do...then how was she able to control Tooth? How is she able to release her shadow on the outside world and be able manipulate people to her will?"

"When they imprisoned her...that was about 100 years ago. The seal on the cell could be weakening or she might have gotten stronger...like I have."

Oracle contemplated. Tapping her lips as she looked down at the earth. Her eyes moving a million miles per minute as if she was analyzing something. Working out an unsolvable puzzle that couldn't be solved. "You said that you cancel each other's powers out correct?"

Haya hesitated to answer. Wondering where Oracle's mind was going to. "...yes."

"Then shouldn't the guardians bring you to battle with them? Cause if you cancel each other out, would that make all of Yami's power disappear if you were there?"

"One, we're not fighting Yami directly. We're fighting her shadow and tooth. Two, it doesn't work that way. Yami just can't use her powers on me and vice versa. However, she could hurt everyone else whether I'm standing next to her or not."

"Damn!"

"I know, bummer right. Who would have thought that loop hole could be used to our advantage." Haya shrugged, looking at Oracle with an expression that said: "already thought of that a long time ago sweet cheeks."

"Are you mocking me?" Oracle gave Haya a look.

"Maybe only a little," she said with a toothy grin. Making Oracle hit Haya's ankle with her staff.

"Ouch! Hey that hurt!!"

"That's what you get with being create-nnoying!" Oracle stuck her tongue at Haya. Making a pun that the young creator was being annoying, getting on her nerves. Haya laughed at Oracle's child like attitude, lightened up the heavy mood. Oracle smiled at Haya's laughter, wondering how long it's been since she laughed. It was a very happy moment between the two, maybe an even happier reunion. But...this was no time for happiness. "Tomorrow right?"

"Huh?" Haya's laughter stopped, the air getting heavy once more.

"The war...it's begins tomorrow right?" Water began to form in Oracle's eyes. The memory of kind Yami still fresh in her mind. This was very conflicting for her. How could someone who was so kind and nurturing suddenly become a monster. There has to be a reason behind it. There's always a reason behind everything. What's her reason?

"No..." she paused. A look of determination and pain mixed within her blue irises. "It ends tomorrow."

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Hello my lovelies sorry for the long wait, but I'm hoping to have regular updates up every week. So I applaud you for your long patience and is so very grateful for your support! I hope you stick with me on my long journey to becoming a full time published author! That's right, I'm going to college for a creative writing degree and hope that one day become a full fledged author. Just hope I got what it takes! Hehe.

But here are some important things:

This chapter is dedicated to TaliaJenni because the character "Oracle/Irene" is not mine. TaliaJenni messaged me one morning and asked if she could write about her own guardian that was inspired by my book "Let the Frost In" and "A Snowflake becomes A Storm". So of course, feeling honored, I said yes. So I gave "Oracle/Irene" a cameo in this chapter in case she appears in future chapters started from here. But I like her a lot, she's quite fun and spunky and I thank TaliaJenni for thinking of such a dynamic and creative character. If you want to know about Oracle and her story please read TaliaJenni's new book: Hi There Pal (I put a link down below).

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I will see you when the next storm hits!

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