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the
rest.”
    “Where is it?”
I ask.
    “It’s four
hundred meters north.” I saunter towards it, eventually dropping my
arm. I’m aware Mizreth’s holographic body would rotate according to
the angle my PCP was. I head closer to it and at the top of the
crates I notice an old wooden box—like a treasure chest.
    “Is that it up
there?” I ask, Mizreth, gesturing to the chest piled at the top of
the crates.
    “That’s where
the source is.” I leap and hop, from one crate to another than
another, my feet landing lightly on each crate. A skill all
Nefaliem Knights had to learn to harvest from a young age. Once at
the top, I stick my arm through the chest and pull out what appears
to be a chalice embroidered in golden diamonds and dashed in silver
crucifixes.
    “Is this it?” I
ask.
    “The energetic
majic radiating from it determines its inhuman properties. That and
I think this is the chalice Neragarden had forced Prador to use in
order to gain the power of the angels.” We’re silent for a moment
longer before I declare.
    “Alright, time
to go.” I say as I place it against my utility belt where it’s
magnetised to my belt and doesn’t move for the length of the
journey home.

 
3
Heads up
     
    I return back
to Darwin, Australia. Aware I’ve completed my mission. I’m quick to
inform my supervisor Volvomich and the officer in charge of the
mission of my accomplishment. I manage to sneak back into the house
and this time, I enter without being caught and slip over to my
room. Just when my hand graces my doorknob I hear a soft voice.
“Kal?” it questions. I follow the voice and see seven-year-old
Maria rubbing her eye with dishevelled strawberry blond bed hair.
“Why are you up?” she asks through a yawn.
    “Shh, Maria. Go
back to sleep.” I whisper as I brush her hair back from her face.
“You have school tomorrow.”
    “So do you.”
she whispers in return as she moves over to me and gingerly wraps
her arms around my waist. “I’ll go back to bed if you do.”
    I rub small
circles on her shoulder and say, “Okay.” Without any further delay,
I lead Maria back to her room before heading back to mine. The next
day, comes quickly and I wake with a start and to the sound of loud
but short bashing against my door and Maria’s voice.
    “Kalverya! Mum
says to get up!” she calls and continues to bang on my door.
    “I’m up!” I
call back, even though all I want to do is go back to sleep.
Maria’s voice disappears and the banging stops. I know without a
doubt right now; Maria has returned to the mother-ship to report
that I’m well awake. I sit up in bed, the rays of the morning light
filter through my blue curtain and I throw my feet over the edge.
My feet sting against the cold tiled floor. The next thing I do is
yawn and stumble towards my door, grabbing my towel from the back
of the door, I saunter to the bathroom only to realise the door is
locked. I knock on it. “Aaron! Hurry up! I need to use the
bathroom!”
    I hear my
foster father’s voice boom down the hall. “You don’t have time for
that Kalverya!”
    “I need a
shower. I’ll be quick!” I call back. I hear him grumble something
under his breath but turn back to the door to find
thirteen-year-old Aaron staring back at me with his well-groomed
brown hair.
    “I need a
shower.” he teases. I glare.
    “Go away.” I
grumble and watch as he flees down the hall dressed in full
uniform. I enter the bathroom and quickly get ready. The next thing
I know, I’m sitting at the dining room table with Maria and Aaron.
In the high chair to the left of me is nine-month-year-old Michael
who continues to play with his Weetabix. The scary part is there’s
another one on the way I’m reminded, as I notice the small bump on
my foster mother the moment she walked into the kitchen.
    “Hurry up and
eat Kal. You’ll need your strength.” my foster mother scolds.
    “I know Jane.”
I reply. She gives me a look that says, “watch it”