I woke up to Mark and Strength arguing with Jack as Maryann stared into space. I was inside my mind.

  “It’s your fault she’s like this. Do something, idiot!” yelled Mark. Jack glared at him while tapping his foot rhythmically against the floor. He turned to Strength, who was trying to snap Maryanne from her trance.

  He sighed and walked over to them. Bending over slightly, he took in the way Maryanne was glowing gold. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. No response.

  “We’ve already tried that, imbecile! You–!”

  “Mark!” yelled Strength. “You ain’t helpin dude. Let him try.” He had scooted back to let Jack stand before Maryanne.

  “Thanks, Strength,” Jack muttered, shaking Maryanne gently. “Maryanne,” he called. The golden aura raised around the two and he sucked in a breath blinking rapidly. “Strength, Bro, Lesley, come here. I don’t think Maryanne is suffering from her dip in the subconsciousness, but something related to her powers.”

  Mark rushed over and Strength scootched back in, while Lesley placed his book down and leaned in further. All three shared the golden glow. The glow expanded and overtook all four.

  I could only watch, then in a few minutes, it was over, and the four were let go. Maryanne kept shining gold for an instance, before she blinked and shuddered.

  I walked over. “What happened?”

  “Your visions happened,” growled Jack as he straightened his coat. Mark thrusted his glasses up his nose almost violently. Strength just sighed.

  Maryanne stood. “Your Oracle abilities trickled to us. We control them.”

  “That means if we are doing good, then we can help you control them, but if we are unbalanced? I don't need to elaborate, right?” muttered Jack, sitting back on his black cushion.

  “Will I be able to see the visions?” I asked, worried about this ultimatum. Once more, my illness ruled my life. I wasn't too sure what to think of that.

  Maryanne nodded. “Take my hand.”

  I did

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  Kins stood on either side of the line. Dark skinned Kin had joined, and I was at the front with several blurry figures. One was a woman with dark hair in a long ponytail, wearing samurai garb. Another was a man dressed in a deep navy blue vest open at the front with silver buttons sewn to its lapels, a violet long-sleeved shirt, and long black trousers with boots. The last was dressed like a ninja with a green Gi and a gray t-shirt, wearing boots. What completed this picture was the cloak, daggers at his or her side, and a mouth cloth piece.

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  Datha was at the other end of the line, leading her own troops. She had swirling galactic eyes, so she was still an Oracle, or just retained some things from an Oracle? My eyes were swirling galaxies, highlighted in gold.

  Across the field stood a smirking Jonah with longer hair, wearing princely clothes, and standing between Gale and Aithne.

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  The image shifted to a darkened room, with the moon shining as the only light. Two people were making love. The female grasped at golden hair, and a slant of moonlight shone on the couple. I recognized myself, but the male was blurry. I knew that form, though.

  “I love you, Myra.”

  “I love you too, –”

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  It shifted again to show a huge fight. Jonah took the blow for me, pushing me back, before slumping over dead.

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  Again, the image shifts to show a blurry male figure being held captive by Aithnie and Medina before being forcefully dragged to a Morgan circle. Medina chants and they are lifted by black swirling magic that slowly crawls up their form and fits them another. They are transformed into a creature of terror. A Morgan of colossal strength.

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  It shifts into a young Kin running from the Resistance, she was searching for someone, before shifting into the form of the Kin Beast, and a mine and two children. One a tall girl, another a mean boy.

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  The images receded, and I collapsed backward, landing on my rump. Maryanne laid back.

  “That was!” I muttered, standing and brushing a hand through my hair. Figures, in the mind, there are no tangles. I needed to go through the images one by one. Maybe Jonah could help.

  I wouldn’t mention the one on his death, and the first one, as Oracle law stated I couldn’t. Also, he didn’t need to know about me making love to possibly him. It was kinda dark, but I could make out Jonah’s form in any light. He had been the one I was making love to. I was damn sure of that.

  I blushed. I was still processing earlier. Did it mean anything to him? If I started to like him, would he really like me back? Well, I just had a vision of us making love, way in the future, but it happened!

  Maryanne was gazing at me, smiling. “We thought we’d never find someone, but we do. I think we can guess who too, but what has me worried is the first vision. It seems the council manages to get Jonah on their side or something.”

  “How? And Why?” I muttered, sitting on the white, cushioned couch. It felt empty without Roy, Jessica, and Siren. Even Sympathy and Preacher were missed.

  “By the way, what happened to Lesley?” I asked, as Jack snuggled against me.

  “He saw his Truth and was changed. I’m not sure about his power of disappearing,” muttered Maryanne, also snuggling against me.

  “There’s a new cocoon in the subconscious. It’s white,” muttered Jack, closing his eyes. Mark placed the brown bookmark between the pages and sighed.

  “Another one?”

  “Yep!” muttered Jack, curling into a ball.

  Strength sat to my back and muttered. “Better not be another Lesley or Sympathy or worse–Jack.”

  I growled. “What is up with you two? Strength? Mark? Maryanne went into the subconscious and the Mirror room on her own free will to help Jack and Lesley! It's her fault, not Jack. Jack saved ya from the subconscious, so lighten up on him!”

  Maryanne nodded. “What Myra said. It's my own damn fault.”

  I gazed at Maryanne. “Since when do you cuss?”

  “Since my change started.” Nitwits really need to stick together, especially now when I might not be the leader material y'all need,” she said, half sobbing.

  Surprisingly, it was Jack who reacted first, taking her in his arms and rocking her.

  “Shh, now. It's the imbalance of seeing your Truth doing the talking. You’ll be ok,” he said.

  Mark scoffed, but nodded, and I wondered if everyone wasn’t affected. Everyone was? submerged within the subconscious for a few minutes. I turned to Strength who was watching Jack closely. He seemed the least changed.

  I knew Jack was changing, too. Into a more feely type voice tho? Maybe Hate was changing and letting something else in? Maryanne snuggled in his arms, and he stood to bring her to her room.

  “Hey! Where are you going, Dufus!? cried Mark, rolling his eyes. Likewise, Mark had become much more volatile, especially toward Jack.

  “Leave them be,” said Lesley, as he took a magazine from its place on Jessica’s cushion and started reading.

  I stood. “I’m going to head out. Behave, you guys. I can feel the shifts within me, and it's not going to be easy living with them.”

  “Not my problem,” said Mark, cracking his book, which had morphed into a motorcycle magazine, open. He smirked and leaned back turning a page.

  Strength eyed him before nodding. “Will do. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

  I nodded and closed my eyes. It was time to return.