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Prologue

She waited, and thought.

The waiting she was used to. Her operatives could not complete her designs instantaneously, however much she wished they could.

She was also used to thinking, for that was perhaps the only option she had, besides waiting. Her thoughts now turned to her own ignorance, choosing to become stable, unable to reply when an important, threatening matter came.

Like now.

She was getting desperate. Her use of such an unscrupulous being as Dr. Clay had shown such. It was unfortunate that his own past with her sister had caused him to precede her wishes with his own, but in the end, he had gotten what he had deserved.

Even if it hurt her own plans.

Of those who could counteract the threat looming on the horizon, none were of sufficient strength to win through. Except for herself, and her sisters.

But she was, unfortunately, static. She had spent so much time and energy convincing her followers to see her in this way that it would take millennia for them to change their belief, and thus free her of her restraints. One of her sisters fared the same as she, for that one had immobilized herself by saving one of her followers and binding their spirits together. Until the young one had grown, and completely merged with her, that sister could not do even so simple a thing as communicate with herself, here at the Place of Records.

That left the last sister, the one that could gain her siblings time, time to change the ways of her following, and time for a young girl to grow. But that sister, for all of her creations, did not realize the power she held, for she had forsaken that power an age ago. She now remembered nothing of her sisters, besides what was common knowledge. She did not remember their play, in and out of galaxies, the hopes for the young creatures they fostered, the threat that they had defeated once before, but now had returned.

She had tried every method that she could think of to communicate with either of her sisters, but their own actions had silenced them.

She could only wait now, and plan, for there was slim hope that either of her sisters would become aware of the problem before it was far too late.

But perhaps, she thought, there would come one that could take over the fourth aspect, the one that none of the sisters had chosen, yet all used to an extent. That too, though, was a slight hope, as slight as the LightHawk himself deciding to take part in the coming battle.

And so she waited, and thought.

To be continued.

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