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We had become a Binary Paradox. "Hope! The Harvest!" I commanded. Hope, the ten-year-old Queen of the Hive, stepped through the wall of fire. She wasn't holding a weapon. She was holding a Loom-Shuttle made of starlight and obsidian. "I am the Permanent Record," Hope spoke, her voice a melodic, terrifying harmony. She caught the "Delete" energy of the scythe and began to weave it into the White-Emerald Gate. She wasn't letting the Zero Cycle destroy us; she was using its energy to build the Foundation of the Sovereign Sun.

" Shut up! My determination is bigger than your dreams! I will knock you down! "Then go ahead." He gritted his teeth and a faint aura covered him, then swung his sword in my direction. The blow formed a blade of light that quickly rushed at me but only destroyed my flowerbed, scattering the petals. "You won't run away this time, show yourself!" Petals were falling everywhere but I was nowhere in sight. Hope grew angry and focused his energy. (Focus your energy and feel the universe... Yes like that... I can see... I can... What?!)

Hope said, standing at the edge of the platform, "the 'Re-Birth' begins. The shroud will start to break. In a hundred years, the sun will touch the ground again. In a thousand, the oceans will be blue." "And what happens to you?" I asked. "I'm just a 'User Interface,'" Hope said, her form beginning to dissolve into green sparks. "Once the 'Subject 01' is seated, I'm no longer needed. I'll go back into the 'Dream-Stream.'" She reached out and touched my cheek. Her hand felt like a warm breeze. "Thank you for being such a good story, Elara." She vanished. I stood alone in the center of the world. The silence was gone, replaced by the roar of the Genesis engines, waiting for my command.

A fully bloomed pink - lotus represents enlightenment. *The Blood of the Fae: This is where all my white magic and my blood came into play. It was all connected to her floral powers. The Light of Flora will hold the power and represent all of these. She will represent feminism and everything beautiful, but most importantly, she will protect this. She will be a symbol of hope, a shield for women. She will be a healer, confidant and defender for those who suffer at the hands of evil. As sad as it was that Tiberius was killed, that Timika heard Imka go through all the abuse, and that Timika had to lose herself and not know her place, it was all part of her spiritual journey to Enlightenment.

Annoyed, Valerie pushed away Daren's hand that tightly gripped his arm, then sent a death glare at the man. "This is for our safety!" Valerie shouted. Valerie's hands clenched tightly. She heard it again—the same howl and so much sound of footsteps. Suddenly, Daren's face became tense, and the man pulled Valerie behind his body when a strange sound was heard approaching. The girl fell to the ground after seeing a pale-faced human with super speed charging towards her. But swiftly, Daren hit the pale human until he was blown away from them. Valerie's eyes were wide open, her eyes bloodshot, her face pale, and so quickly, were those pale humans Vampires?

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

"Our only option is hope." Hope was chosen as the focal point of werewolf defense against Progenitor recalibration, and the elders taught her how to use her immunity to their frequencies as an active weapon. "You can disrupt their recalibration beams," Mei instructed Hope during intensive training. "Your genetics counter their frequencies if activated properly." One-year-old Hope was learning to weaponize her DNA against the beings who created all werewolves, and the pressure was destroying her normal development as she was forced into another crisis requiring abilities she wasn't emotionally ready to use.

“Look at her! June’s turning into a tree! Hope’s becoming a god! Do you want a world ruled by a teenager with too much power?” June looked at Hope, standing in the middle of the silver forest. Her skin was glowing, her feet merging with roots. “Hope? Is he right?” June’s voice shook. “I can feel everyone, Mommy,” Hope whispered, her eyes now completely silver. “I feel the hunger in the village, the pain in Auditor. I can fix everything. I can make them perfect.” “No,” June said, stepping closer. She grabbed Hope’s shoulders, feeling power vibrate in the girl. “Perfect isn’t human, Hope. Humans make mistakes. We mess up the bread. That’s how we learn.”

On impact, a large wave of energy was released, but instead of it expanding beyond that dome, it is concentrated at a point below and I see that it is Hope who is absolving all that energy and I know that she does it to save the entire Capital, with a wave of energy like that, the entire capital would be destroyed, it was like seeing someone absolve thousands of atomic bombs and it is a wonderful sight, as it shows that we are on the right path and that Hope is on the right path. Then those energies disappear and I see that Hope is tired, part of the rose armor is cracked, but she smiles at me just that a slight movement of the head makes me look again at the horizon and I see an even bigger