Anna thought the room Scott led them to was actually rather nice, much better than the bare concrete walls in the last room. They had taken an elevator out of what she guessed was the basement into a grand hallway; from there Scott took them to what appeared to be a grand dining room, a large oval table was in the center of the room with five people seated around it. Scott walked over, pulled out chairs on either side of Tim and motioned for Anna and Will to take them. An old man stood up at the end of the table and spoke "My name is Jorge Thompson, seated in front of you starting from your left is Jason Holub, Jesse Treiv, Marcus Fields, and -" In a brilliant flash of white light Scott appeared in the next seat with a pleased smile on his face that made Tim laugh. "I believe you've met mister Scott Turner." It was what Jorge went on to say that threw Anna for a loop, everyone sitting at the table, minus Will and herself was a soul-seer. She was sitting at a table with legends, and had it not been for what had happened back at home she would never have believed it. Jorge introduced himself as the seer of the Leader, everything about this baffled Anna. When she thought of seers she imagined tall powerful looking warriors not an old man, a country boy, a pretty young girl, and a particularly exhausted looked detective. The Marcus guy was the only one that made since aesthetically, she became distracted, Until the one introduced as Jason stood up, the bags under his eyes looked like they were going to drag the table. "The reason you were brought here is obviously your son."His voiced dragged for a moment "Timothy Pallas is a soul-seer..." Will cut him off "Which one?"

"The Dragon."

Anna's heart sank and she trembled over her next question she looked at the man and stumbled. "Which one?"

Jason gave Anna a surprised look before he pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket and shook it in disappointment. He plopped back down in his seat and replied "We... we don't know. I'm impressed though, you must have spent a fair amount of time in the fiction section of your local library." Will looked around confused "Which one? What does that mean?" Jason started digging in his pockets like he was looking for something and Jesse glared at him, he paused and looked back bewildered "What's wrong?" Jesse sighed and looked at Will "Do you know anything about seers Mr. Pallas?"

"Just the legends, 8 immortal heroes, Warriors of Justice..."

"Well we definitely aren't immortal, and I can't say all of us fight for the right reasons, but there are almost always 8 of us, this is kind of a special occasion."

"I only count 6."

"That's true, there are only 6 in this room, you see when a soul-seer dies another is immediately born with that soul. The other 3 that would normally be here are too young."

"3? But wouldn't that make 9 seers?"

"The dragon isn't a normal seer Mr. Pallas." Will leaned back in his seat and put on a poker face. "What does that mean for Tim?"

"Tim is a special case, because there is more than one dragon in the world right now. A hero and a villain their destinies will converge and it will be the end of the world as we know it, one dragon will try to destroy the world and the other will try to stop him."

"Well if you came to us that means that Tim is the good one right?" Jorge cut into the discussion. "We would like to see both Dragons work for the good of the world."

Will sat up to the table and rubbed his chin. "But destiny is working against you."

"Yes."

"Would it help if I told you I died at my house earlier? That I met God?"

Everyone at the table stared at him in shock, Jason stopped fishing around when he reached a pocket on his chest and pulled out a cigarette, he withdrew a worn looking lighter from his pants and lit it. "Did he say anything? Or did he just stare you?"

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"Both?"

Marcus chuckled "Sounds about right. What did he tell you? Might be some kind of clue."

"He said he would always help Tim. That's about it."

Scott chimed in. "Well that would be real reassuring, but seeing as he is God he probably wants to help everybody, so I ain't too sure."

Jorge looked around before returning his gaze to Will "Scott is right, however we may be able to find a clue in what happened to you at your home. You say that you died, Scott tells us that young Timothy pleaded with some invisible power before he used energy that appeared to be his own to resuscitate you. That isn't something any of the rest of us are capable of, as powerful as we are we have no control over the great gate to the afterlife."

"But Tim does."

"The soul of the dragon was said to be pulled from the Soul-Maker himself, so I guess that power would... come with the territory." Jorge grabbed a cane and slowly made his way around the table to Tim. "Can I ask you to stand up young man?" Tim jumped out of his seat and looked up at the old man. Jorge reached out and placed his index finger on the boys forehead. "Mens Porta." Tim was suddenly standing in a room full of toys, the windows told of a beautiful clear and sunny day and a white door was closed. As he stared at the door the air began to shift and the old man slowly came into view. Jorge opened his eyes he saw Tim standing at the center of what appeared to be a playroom, more or less normal for a young boy but the room was small the mind of a child is normally huge, filled to its every corner by their imagination. He wandered over to the window and saw Will and Anna standing on the porch of a home, must be Tim's home. When he turned around he was shocked, he only ever found closed doors in the minds of adults, even stranger was that Tim had shut himself inside the smallest part of his mind. Jorge walked to the door and tried to open it but it was locked tighter than a bank vault. He got a tug on his pant leg and turned to see Tim holding a large cartoonish looking key. "You can go out if you want, but be careful, we don't get along very well." Jorge took the key and thanked Tim, but he was more confused than ever. He slid the key into the lock and with a soft click the walls around him shook violently and made noises that sounded like a factory coming to life. When everything settled the door clicked again and he pushed it open. He stepped outside and wished he hadn't. It was night where he now stood a full moon illuminated a battle scarred field in front of him, in the distance stood a stone city, it looked like ancient ruins but it was burning. Flames licked at the city's ancient architecture. Jorge stepped back and hit the door, he spun around to see that it was closed tight, but unlike the soft white painted wood inside the room this side was made of iron with deep cuts and dents, he backed away from the door and his breath left him, the door was built into the side of a 100-foot wall that was equally scared. He looked down and saw a man that, despite his prison uniform, looked like the man that he had seen shoot Will through Scott's memory. The man slowly looked up at him and his uniform began to fill with blood, his eyes went pale and his head slumped. "That is fate he will meet in prison, it's the price he shall pay for the mob wars he got so involved in." The voice was slow, grim, and educated. Jorge turned and saw a man sitting on a small boulder, he was wearing a black suit with white stripes, but his eyes were as red flame. "Don't panic old seer. I'm not the monster I may appear to be to the boy but he fears me regardless."

"What are you?"

"Me? I am the spirit bound to this dragon, to you I guess I would be the, oh how should I put this... the Grim Reaper."