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through everyone I’ve ever loved, and my, my Harpie . . . I miss my fluffy little girl more than I ever thought I would . . .”
    “I never much cared for, Gisbo. We all know that,” Glinda said quietly. “But even I know that what happened, it wasn’t his fault. You will never see me badmouth him for what happened, and this is coming from someone who watched Ashlin, my synergy mate, die by Drakearon’s hand, not Gisbo’s.”
    Rolce fell silent.
    “I know how much of a friend he was to you, Rolce. I know he’s part of the reason you are who you are today, and I can’t help but think, what if I were in your shoes? What if the same thing that happened to Gisbo, happened to Anaka or Ashlin? I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling. Plus, with your Sybil powers, your higher sense of things . . .” Glinda said, pausing. “But, Rolce, to be honest, part of me believes that you may be clinging to a memory. Memories, they belong in the past. You need closure, Rolce. We’ve all seen the state of Heaven’s Shelter. No one could have survived that blast, whatever it was. No one.” Glinda said.
    “But, the tower . . . the blue light is gone, but it still stands, it,” Rolce started.
    “You’re grasping at straws, Rolce. The visions you’re seeing, remember, remember when Drakearon came, said something about that he can influence people’s visions? Made Gisbo see something that wasn’t true? Some kind of memory he thought was from the Phoenix? And it was all just a lie? All in an attempt for him to make friends, us, just so he could take it all away, just so he could give him a pain so severe, so massive, that the only way he could recover was to turn to Drakearon for peace, and in turn, give Drakearon access to the Phoenix’ power? Maybe, maybe he’s doing the same to you? Like, when you told me he opened that portal through you. Who’s to say he’s not just confusing you? Trying to keep the hope fresh, so that the pain stays fresh, like a wound opening and closing over and over again so even you, may give in and crave the peace that Drakeness offers?” Glinda asked.
    “It’s not peace! It’s more power for him, and slavery for us! Replacing our own consciousness with his! Giving up our pain, for his numbness as a Drakeling? You call that peace?” Rolce asked.
    “Rolce . . . no, that’s not what I,” Glinda started.
    “Again, how can we rise up against something, something that people are flocking to freely? We’ve seen it! His city has grown from a village to a damned resort, to a full out city in three short years! We’re Renegades. We can’t interfere in people’s choices. That’s, that’s not what we do,” Rolce said.
    “Don’t give me that, Rolce. You saw what Drakeaon did. You saw his true colors that night, and that other half of him, part of him? When he flipped his mask around? What was that all about? He was mad, insane! Give it time, I guarantee that that side may overcome that enigmatic side of him, and when it does, all of Thera will no longer be given a choice to receive the Drakeness, they will have to.” Glinda said.
    “People don’t even know he’s back.” Rolce said.
    “I believe all of this is a ruse, all of it! He’s waiting to reveal himself. He’ll show his true colors eventually!” Glinda said, tightening her fists. “Who I am, it’s all I have now! I’d rather die as an enemy of the people, than live as a hero in the eyes of the followers of Drakearon!”
    “I understand why you and Gisbo never got along now,” Rolce said, a smile across his lips.
    “Hm?” Glinda asked.
    “You two are too much alike,” Rolce said.
    “Yeah, maybe. He may have been a chauvinistic, sexist pig, but he was your best friend. What I’m trying to say, Rolce, in a roundabout way, is this. I think that if you can’t Mind-Link with him, even after all this time, and Jackobi, he can’t sense him through that Sentry connection you talk of, then, I think, it’s time you