The inside of Obo and Ginna’s room was as colorful as the grand room. A red sofa was pushed against the wall. A cream canopy hung over the white bed. Orange candles were lit on a mahogany wooden table. Intricate paintings had been hammered on the wall. The room was very spacious and smelled of burning amber.

When Ginna finally woke up, she turned on her side and playfully tapped Obo on the nose. Obo had been laying on his back, looking as if he was in a deep sleep. When he didn’t stir, she tapped him on his nose again.

“Obo.” She whispered. “Wake up!”

But Obo didn’t stir.

“Obo.” She repeated, louder this time.

Obo still didn’t stir.

She then decided to place a soft kiss on his lips, but he still didn’t stir.

Ginna’s heart suddenly began to race.

She flipped her hair and started to shake him.

“Obo, wake up.” She yelled. “Wake up!”

When he didn’t respond, she shook him a bit harder.

When that didn’t work, she slapped him across the face.

When that didn’t work, she reached out towards his left eye.

And at that moment, Ginna’s world completely changed.

She immediately jumped off the bed and shouted for her friends.

“JAHO! ENU! ENU! JAHO! She screamed, as loud as she could.

Jaho and Enu quickly ran into the room, the commander following behind.

“What’s wrong?” Jaho yelled.

“HIS EYES! OPEN HIS EYES!” She shouted, pointing at Obo’s body.

“What?” Enu stuttered groggily, still sleepy. “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

Jaho placed his hands on his hips. “If this is one of your and Obo’s little jokes, it’s not funny.”

Ginna marched straight to Jaho and shoved him towards the bed.

“OPEN HIS EYES!” She shouted in his face.

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Jaho frowned then slowly made his way towards the bed. When he reached Obo’s body, he placed a hand around Obo’s right eye and carefully pulled the eyelid back with his free hand, Enu watching closely.

Nothing wasn’t there.

Jaho and Enu both stumbled back from the bed.

“What happened?” Jaho gasped.

“Is he…..dead?” Enu stuttered.

Ginna began aggressively shaking her head and pacing the room.

As she did, the marking on her hand Milo gave her slowly appeared then dissolved back into her hand. Her heart began to race much faster as sweat started to drip from her forehead. Her eyes suddenly flashed red, then blue, then green…..before settling on the color red. Red as polished rubies.

Suddenly, the ground violently shook, knocking everything off the walls.

Jaho, Enu, and the Commander reached out against the walls to stabilize themselves.

“Sharra?” Jaho asked, holding onto a mounted shelf.

Enu shrugged his shoulders.

The ground continued to shake for several minutes.

And as it all happened, Milo and Jax watched in secret, not visible to Jaho and his friends.

“You see that brother.” Milo said suddenly. “A new entity has been born.”

“Rage.” Jax responded, voice filled with awe. “Entity of Rage.”

But before they could reveal themselves to their new sister, Milo and Jax were suddenly outside, back on the Desert surface. A second later, an effervescent light appeared in front of them. And through this blinding light, a wrinkled hand reached out.

“Fate.” Jax called, eyes wide and trembling.

“Mother.” Milo breathed.

***

While Jaho’s life was thrown into chaos, back in the royal palace, there was also chaos. Lady Myriam, Queen of the Desert, was missing. The king had already sacrificed six servants to the outside to look for her, despite the moon still bleeding. He was sitting on his throne, visibly frustrated, when the door slowly creaked open, revealing Timar.

The king leaned forward in his seat.

“Has the Queen been found?” He yelled.

Timar shook his head quickly.

The king slumped back in his seat. “What is it, then?”

Timar opened the door wider, revealing he wasn’t alone.

“Ravyna.” The king sighed, once he saw her icy face. “I don’t have time for this.”

Ravyna removed her hood and stepped further into the room. The king had been allowing her to live in one of the guest chambers since she arrived even though he knew she was sent to spy on him by the Isle Queen.

“It’s urgent.” She yelled. “There is news.”

The king crossed his legs and leaned over in his seat. “What kind of news?”

“The Meadows Queen.” She answered.

“What about her?”

Ravyna stopped walking, just short of the throne.

“She’s dead. Rosar is dead.”

The king’s jaw dropped.

“Princess Ely has fulfilled the prophecy.” Ravyna declared. “The Meadows has a new Queen.”