(huzzah! you're alive! xD mental note to send you an email)

Ayame paced back and forth. To say she was nervous was the understament of the year. It was strange because normally she doesn't get nervous. Of course then again when the faith of the world just might depend on two boys, one who's an idiot and the other a beginner, one might be nervous too.

She hated, this feeling of nervousness. Frankly what could she do? Things were already spiraling out of control. Too much to think about. Perhaps it was time to go visit a mental ward and lock herself up for a few days.

'One day left' she thought to herself.

'They'll both do fine. High Council is tough, but they're ready.' Soyala's voice rang in her mind.

'Frankly I believe that. No I'm more concern how they'll handle it after they learn the truth.'

'They'll just have to trust you. So they refuse to help, well then it's their own fault to whatever... misfortunes that befall them.'

'Soyala'

'Don't worry. I won't do a thing to them... not unless they hurt you. But then again my brother will.'

'I know. They both will.'