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a test, a small one, but enough of one to confirm that this Kifo was no imposter. Even in his smaller form, wearing his strange garments, the word “magician” still offended him.
    â€œEarth. Smaller than Theia. The atmosphere is much heavier, and it’s colder than Theia, but over time, we have adapted.”
    â€œWe?” he asked. “Who survives?”
    â€œMany of the lesser Ancient races,” he said, shrugging. “Pixies, Imps, and Vampyres.”
    Sakarabru would’ve laughed if he had the strength. The mystic had been generous in referring to these creatures as lesser Ancients. They were pests.
    Kifo continued. “Some Guardians survived, Shifters, Were and Mer Nations.”
    Now the Demon was interested in what he had to say. “And what of Khale?” he probed. The Demon gathered enough strength to sit up straight and lean toward the mystic.
    Kifo drew a deep breath. “She lives.”
    â€œShe still rules?”
    â€œThis world is different from Theia, Sakarabru. The Ancients do not play the same roles here. I’m sad to say that, like you, we are mere shadows of our former selves. Humans rule here.”
    â€œHumans? Are they strong? Good fighters?”
    Kifo laughed. “They are … different. Warriors of another sort. They have numbers on their side, weapons and technology—satellites and cell phones.”
    Kifo was speaking in a language the Demon did not understand.
    â€œWe have learned to co-exist, Demon. Ancients seem to prefer it that way.”
    Sakarabru stared back suspiciously. “My army does not co-exist, Kifo.”
    â€œYour army is dead, Sakarabru.”
    Dead? How could an army comprised of so many be dead?
    â€œYou brought me back to co-exist ?”
    â€œI brought you back to prove to you that I could. What you do next is up to you.”
    The Djinn stood up, and as he did, the chair behind him vanished. “You are tired, Sakarabru, and you need to rest.”
    The Demon shot an angry glare at him. “You have no idea what I need, Magician!”
    Kifo bowed his head slightly. “I trust that you will find this dwelling suitable.”
    As he slowly spun around the empty space, it began to fill with furnishings and artifacts from Sakarabru’s Theian castle.
    â€œIt’s not as magnificent as you’re used to, but it’s the best that I can recall from memory,” he said, smiling.
    Sakarabru was too exhausted to care. Kifo was right. He was weak and he desperately needed his rest, but there was one last statement that he needed to make.
    â€œI will need my army, Kifo,” he said gravely. Sakarabru wanted to believe that the loyalty of this mystic was as true and steadfast now as it had been when Sakarabru ruled half of the Theian world. Did bringing the Demon back after so much time had passed confirm that the mystic’s intentions were as pronounced now as they were then? And if so, then just how willing was the mystic determined to prove this to the Demon.
    â€œYou created my Theian Army,” Sakarabru stated under the weight of fatigue.
    Kifo nodded. “From the bones of fallen Ancients,” he confirmed.
    â€œYou have bought me back, but a lord without an army…”
    Kifo visibly swallowed. “There are no fallen Ancients here, Sakarabru. Only humans, as I have said, and their bodies aren’t as strong as those of Theian warriors.”
    â€œYou go, Kifo,” he said, dismissively. “But in this or any other world, I am Lord Sakarabru, and it is impossible for me to co-exist.”
    Kifo’s form gradually faded away as Sakarabru’s eyes slowly began to close, and he fell into a deep sleep.

 
    SPECIAL GIRL
    Eden lived a paralyzed life. She’d tried leaving Brooklyn several times, only to come running back to the brownstone and Rose’s arms with her tail tucked between her legs. She couldn’t escape the things that scared her most