Flora prepared herself to dive into a pit, literally and metaphorically. The answer she had been looking for could be inside the wishing well, guarded by darkness.

The well hasn't been used for at least a hundred years, so they couldn't calculate the distance before the water if there was any water left. The group thought it would be best to be safe, so Noah ran to find a rope they could use. Once he returned, the journalist tied the object around her waist.

"There shouldn't be a big distance," said Clio after she threw a rock and listened to how much time it took to make a sound. "You won't have to go too low."

"Remember me why I'm the one getting inside this thing?"

"Because you're the thinnest between us," answered Noah.

"What if the light is not on the surface? How am I supposed to find it?"

"Use your power," suggested Zygmunt. "You can use a branch or whatever to reach it."

"It's not a bad idea," whispered Flora. "Why do I have to be the thinnest?"

"Flo, we're running out of time," remarked Clio. "You need to get in now, I promise we won't let you fall."

"Ok, I'm going. Se pueden ir poquito a la puta que los parió."

"What did she say?" Asked Noah.

"No idea, I only understood go, whore, and give birth," commented the old man.

The blonde selected some seeds from her pocket, with them she grew a thick vine; she tied it to the winch and let it fall.

"You better hold the rope as your life depends on it," she threatened them.

Full of doubts she began the descent, her hands were glued to the vine as she moved her feet against the inner wall of the well. The little light that entered barely illuminated her surroundings.

Her breath quickened, she could feel her chest moving fast. For a second she could swear that the space between her and the walls became smaller and the air got heavier.

"Are you okay?" Asked Noah from upstairs.

Flora lifted her head, her eyes found the sky. She realized that she had only taken two steps before stopping.

"Just peachy. You should try it, it's a great workout." The young woman tried to dismiss the question.

One last look towards the firmament and one deep breath later she resumed her task. Little by little she went into the pit; the sound of the outside faded, the discomfort in her hands was already obvious.

Flora couldn't see how much distance was left. In her mind she repeated the same words "only two steps more", it helped her focus on the next movements instead of worrying about the uncertain. She kept saying it until it became the reality, until the water wetted her left shoe.

As expected no object was at the surface, if the light was indeed inside the well then it should be under the water. The young woman rested her back on the opposite wall where her feet were, she made sure to be in a safe position before she let go of her right hand from the vine. Then she took out a branch from her pocket and used her power to enlarge its size.

It's not easy to search for an unknown object under the water with a stick, and without light, without mentioning the blonde's position. She moved the branch with force, the sound of splashing pierced the environment. The journalist slowed down after noticing that the effort wasn't working. 

Swept up in frustration, the young woman banged her head against the wall in front of her.

"La concha de mi vieja," she screamed as the pain traveled through her skull.

The blonde got closer to the zone she just hit, that's when she saw the brick had been pushed back a little. Had she used that much force? With her free hand, she touched the brick which slid easily, her thoughts prompted her to take it out. The branch turned into the perfect tool, or at least the best option she had. Flora used it as a lever and with it, she pulled out the brick.

Without hesitation she put her hand into the hole, something was inside. She removed the object, and at first sight, she identified an old piece of cloth. With uttermost care, the young woman uncovered the object. The lack of proper light made it impossible to see it properly, still, she could distinguish some kind of shiny scepter.

Flora hid the item inside the pocket of her jacket and zipped it up. She let go of the vine and held the rope that was tied around her waist. As the journalist planned with her partners, she pulled the rope four times to signal that it was time to take her out.

"Did you find it?" Zygmunt was the first one to talk after she was back on the ground.

"I think I did," she said, the smile on her face showed how happy she was.

"Look at your hands!" Exclaimed Clio. She took her friend's hand between hers, several small cuts were spread through her skin, even some bruises were present.

"It's fine. I have the magic angelical weapon, some small bruises are nothing. Did you call Bertram?"

"I'm on it," replied Noah, he had his cell phone next to his ear. "He says he'll be here in a minute, he's helping Lorcan with something."

"I have a question," interrupted the old man." Does anyone know how to use that thing?"

He signaled the scepter in the blonde's hand. The upper part, shaped like the sun, seemed to attract the reflection of the sunlight.

"No idea, but I'm not the one using it. I guess we'll improvise, worry about not dying." The young woman confessed.

Before Zygmunt could make more questions a portal appeared in front of the team. A teenager was standing on the other side.

"It's about damn time, I was beginning to believe that you weren't going to find it," he commented as the group crossed the portal.

Flora took a look at the new location. Liberty Park has always been one of her favorite places in the village. The beautiful trees, of all kinds, and the flowers located at the center surrounding the statue of Umbra's founder, gave the environment a colorful touch.

Next to the statue, the group made up of the members of the Protectors waited for their cruel destiny. Momotaro and Lorcan were giving the last orders. It was her first time experiencing that side of the youngest of the two, the expression on his face reminded her of Stefan, he had the leader mask on.

"Just in time," said Momo once she reached his side.

"Why is it that everyone keeps mentioning the time, you should try finding a magical secret weapon," she complained. Then she took the light out of her pocket and offered it to the young man. "All yours."

"No way, ask Bertram to give it to Stefan," he said.

"Stefan said you should use it. I talked to him two days ago, and he said you're the best choice."

"He's delusional. He's our leader and the best fighter of the group, send it to him."

"I agree with Stefan," Lorcan voiced his opinion. "He's a great leader, but sometimes he's too compassionate. You, on the other hand, are an excellent fighter, a fast thinker and I trust that you are good at reading others' intentions."

"I'm not as good as you think, and I don't think that being compassionate is a negative thing. I'm not the one you need, my intentions aren't the purest lately," Momotaro didn't hesitate to deny his friend's words.

"The fact that you're accepting your flaws shows us that you're not a bad guy," said Clio.

"No one can kick demons' asses like you," added Flora. "And we need a smart one to figure out how the hell this thing works."

"Hurry, the eclipse it's starting!" Bertram pressured him.

Momotaro gave one more look at his friends' faces, then his gaze moved towards the sky. The moon had already begun to cover the sun.

"Don't blame me if everything goes wrong," he said as he accepted the scepter.

"Oh, I will. I'll tell everyone that Momotaro is responsible for the deaths, and if I do anything wrong I'll also blame it on you," Flora commented as a joke.

"It's Renjiro," Momo corrected her.

"What?"

"My name, it's Renjiro. You'll need my real name if you're going to blame me."

"Nice to meet you," she said.

The sunlight vanished after she talked. A piercing scream filled the air. The time of battle had come.