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down what I told Jenesis I had learned and proceed to spend the next half hour rereading the single sentence I have down. I know what I usually do. I usually write down the memories that seem most important. This not only includes how my sisters died and what should have been done to prevent it, but also what they thought, why they felt or acted the way they did.
    I cannot do it. I cannot go through Jo’s or I guess my mind and replay the memories. It hurts. It hurts so much more than the previous times and on top of that it does not feel right. Maybe it is because I knew and spoke to Jo, but these memories don’t actually feel like a part of me. It feels like I stole them from her.
    I give up. For the first time in my life, I flat out quit trying. I do not want to watch Jo die again; I know how it happened. I know why, that is good enough for me.
    I close the journal, sit back, and close my eyes as they have grown heavy. All that crying left me exhausted, and a nap helps me escape the cold reality. As I’m beginning to fall asleep, I hear Oran call for me from the top of the temple’s stairs. My eyes feel rejuvenated instantly, and my heart starts racing. Something important must be happening. Typically we are done for the day, and the three dragons leave me alone to get my mindset back to normal. Well, as normal as it can be. I toss the journal aside and sprint towards the large temple.
    When I arrive, the three dragons of life, death, and light are positioned at the front of room. Jenesis nods his head for me to enter, and I approach them. Oran’s golden eyes light up, and a translucent, white globe magically manifests itself after a brief white light blinds me. It is a planet I recognize but have never been to personally. This is Nilohm. This was Jo’s home world.
    “What’s going on?” I ask all three of the brothers, but I look at Jenesis. There is no need to ask. As soon as the words come out of mouth, the globe flashes with dark red and black lightning. I watch as Nilohm’s world cracks and darkness’s magic begins to ooze out.
    To say I am a taken aback by the world erupting with darkness all over is an understatement. None of the dragons budge however. Jenesis’s demeanor is the most serious I have ever seen when he answers, “The world of Nilohm is dying, Lux. Sethos is overwhelming it.”

Chapter 2
     
    It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure. When I heard Sethos’s name, my mind went numb and drew a blank space filled with nothing. “Your brother? The immortal dragon of darkness?” I can finally speak again, though I do not believe what I have just heard. It should not be possible for Sethos to be attacking directly. He must have help.
    Oran’s reply made me believe he can read my thoughts, “Yes, Sethos is unleashing darkly powered creatures upon the world. At first we believed, our original structures would hold. It has proven not to be the case. Lux, darkness is destroying areas of that world which have remained largely untouched for centuries.”
    I do not know what to say because I know what they are about to tell me. They want me to go to Nilohm and do what they cannot—interfere. This is my purpose after all. My sisters and I had been created to directly help the world when it begins to lose its balance and slip into chaos. I’m the lucky one that got to stay here, and my sisters were sent to the world to grow stronger without the dragons having to dedicate additional resources. That way, when our souls merge after they die, I already have a great deal of knowledge and power. A smart, yet cold strategy that currently poses a large problem.
    “I am not ready,” I tell the grand dragons before they can even ask me to go aid Nilohm. It is the complete and utter truth. I am not. Two of my sisters are still alive, which means I do not have their memories, skills, intelligence, and most importantly powers. Oran, Jenesis, and Mors always said it will take the collective mind and