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Chapter Forty: They Sing, Write And Dance. •EDITED•

Dawn winced. It was true. Her mother had raised Rhea Lee like her own. "And the others?"

"They are my soldiers. . . You and your sister are all I care about."

"What exactly are you saying?"

"I am dying," he said. "I admitted to not expecting you to be the person to fulfill this prophecy, but I never wanted you to be. Different as you are, you are the only piece of Minna I have left. If you die she will be lost. . . forever."

But she isn't dead, Dawn was tempted to say but she caught the sorrow in the man's eyes and bit her tongue. Today was not a good day to die, it was best to stay in her father's grace while his nostalgia lasted.

"Tell me about those who live forever young," she said instead.

"Ah," her father sat back into his chair, his eyes showing off uncharacteristic excitement, "those bunch are as immortal as they are artistic."

"They really do live forever?" The question brought up a lot of thoughts in Dawn's mind.

Did that mean that she had dragons' blood running through her veins then? It didn't seem possible.

"No, but they took a different approach to raising children than I and Mordecai," here he let out a bitter laugh. "They told their stories and passed down memories. Instead of hiding the past they spread it like an infection. When their young turn sixteen they are told a story then sent to the capital of North. . . It is the place where things happen after all.

"I'm not quite sure about it myself and I don't know why they never stay in East. But when they arrive it's always brings about new growth for the north. . . That family is quite peculiar."

"Like Elton." Dawn let out a breath, remembering how she and Corey had left Elton in the east only to find him in the capital, arriving with only the clothes on his back. "He made Nicia great when it was nothing."

"The pilgrimage to the capital also increased the chances of them fulfilling the prophecy. In fact, almost every Yong that makes it to the capital becomes very influential despite the fact they don't know why they're there. It is that tradition that made the north what it is today."

"So what you're saying is that, they will come to me?"

"Exactly."

"Then what happens after that?"

"They'll either write you a story or sing you a song, or. . . dance." The twinkle in her father's eyes grew.

"That makes no sense. . ."

"Of course it doesn't," he let out a dignified snort. "The Yongs are the guardians of resurrection, every word that comes out of their mouth is gold."

"You will understand when the time comes," he continued offhandedly.

Dawn scowled, not satisfied with groping in the dark for answers. "If they are so precious how come you put Elton's father in a maximum security prison?"

"He outlived his purpose."

"And what purpose might that have been?"

"He wrote the Book of Revelation." Her father answered with a grimace. "And I read it-all of it. And it's the reason. . ."

"It's the reason you are-were-immortal." Dawn beat him to the punch. "But you're dying now, for some reason. You either need a new revelation or a successor."

The leader of The Order dragged his sigh. "You are correct. But I do not need anything, I have done what I set out to do. I will die and I will take the Order with me. . . It was a mistake, a mistake that should never be repeated."

"Father." Dawn felt like she should say something to console him, but nothing drove her to tell him the words he wanted to hear. She had run dry of any love for him ages ago, and it didn't help that he was actively trying to end the world.

"Dawn, history is repeating itself and it mustn't," he told her, and his form slowly dimmed as though he was, in truth, nothing but a wisp of a person.

"It mustn't." he repeated, getting more transparent with each second that passed. "The world may not deserve more than five centuries of peace, but find them. . . get them to fix this."

"We have failed." His hollowed voice rang out once more and then he was gone. The projection of Earth vanished with him and the room was shrouded in darkness, leaving Dawn alone in the the room.

After a moment of silence, the professor groaned and pressed her fist to her forehead.

"Thanks Dad, the crash course on world-saving really helped a lot!" she shouted to no one in particular.

"How the hell am I supposed to fix all this?"

Why did she always end up with the shortest end of the stick?

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I've written a lot of words today just to get to this moment. wentrack, those are the three families. And jjeweled, does this make that chapter with Esau and Edythe make more sense? I hope it does but I still need help with it.

In a way the twins are gullible, they believe they have to choose a nation because that's what their father said. It was a rushed affair, and seeing that they aren't sixteen yet, there a bound to be some hiccups.

Question of the chapter

Will Corey die?