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Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Her strawberry blonde hair, usually a wild halo, seemed to literally bounce around her face, framing those wide, baby blue eyes that were practically shining with all the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning. I just shrugged, nudging a stray oat flake with my spoon. “Meh.” Her bouncing stopped abruptly, as if I’d hit a secret off-switch. Her eyes rounded, going full anime-disbelief. "Meh? Meh?! How could you be so cavalier about doing something so monumental? I mean, today we get to practice magic, Genesis! Not just read about it in dusty old textbooks or memorize endless lists of spells and potions. This is the real deal!"

Calysta is already leading the game. "For a long time." Geno nods cheerfully. "So, The Heavenly Angel has weaknesses?" "Depends on which side you're looking at it from." He straightens his back. "It's really difficult for me to dig up news and information about Giselle in her past. There's only a snippet, and I think it's common knowledge that can be found anywhere. I'm lucky to know you." "You're a dangerous fan, Geno," Calysta chuckles. "But I like your honesty."

Alejandro entered the room next, holding a file. “Vexler’s ledger,” he said, tossing it on the table. “Encrypted, but cracked. There’s one more lab. Switzerland. Remote. Buried in a glacier.” Dino picked it up. “Another project?” Alejandro’s eyes met his. “It’s labeled Genesis. But there’s no data. Just one name.” Elena leaned forward. “Whose?” Alejandro turned the file so they could read it. Dino Moretti. The room went silent.

I had nothing to him, nothing to link him to me, no feelings except a stupid blood line I wish I could easily get rid of. “I can handle all your foolishness and even cope with your mental instability but…” I paused and thought of Genesis for a while. Her eyes, her lips, her hair, her body, her smile and everything about her was beautiful beyond doubt and there was no way I would let this monstrosity of a father contaminate something or rather still, someone that is so good.

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

“When I was sixteen, I… died.” “What…?” I tensed up, wondering if I was really hearing this right. “When one is brought back from the dead by Selene, they are marked upon their back with a double crescent moon. This gives them an ultimate authority with the title Saintess,” she said. “But it is a piece of a God that allows the person to return to the living. The original children manifested with abilities upon their revival and, like them, this same process was applied to myself. One of the lost pieces Thea had reclaimed was then bestowed upon me during my restoration. The mark itself amplifies whatever latent ability is inside, making it so I could not age.”

Not forgetting the threat to rip her friend apart? Grandma Genesis makes the best oatmeal raisin cookies. Her secret is organic honey from her own beehive, scattered along the land. Add a hot cup of milk and BOOM!!! Heavenly–guarantee to make Selena trail off their visit’s purpose. “Grandma ma, you remember a bedtime story that you use to tell me, about The King of Beast? How did you...or… where did you get that from?” there was a moment of silence as they anticipated for the answer but Grandma Genesis stared back for longer than necessary, making things uncomfortable

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

The Engineering of the Seed-Ship The Genesis was a masterpiece of dual-heritage engineering. Its core contained a dormant fragment of the 1956 Rose, housed in a containment field designed by the brightest Vanderwall minds. Surrounding it was a library of every "Certified Fresh" story, song, and poem ever recorded—the Vance contribution to the mission.