"Right off the bat, I'll tell you," Raea whispers. "They lack fellow feeling."
"Go on."
"Maybe if we force them to feel how the other feels, that will unite their thoughts."
"And your method?"
"A virus."
"I already shut down Qira's idea."
"A new virus that no one will be immune to."
Fantum smiles mischievously at Raea.
"Now that's more like it."
"Fantum, shut up!" Xaxu shouts. "Raea, go on."
"The children will be exempted, of course."
"No doubt."
"We'll target specific blood types only."
"That again?
"Let me finish."
"Don't tell me," Xaxu says regardless. "You want to merge them too?"
"I just want them to inhale; then exhale all over each other until everyone's infected."
"Symptoms?"
"Blindness. Paralysis. Bleeding from sexual organs. Body spasms that end in death."
"Yes!" Fantum squeals with laughter. "That's even better than instant death. We'll get to watch them suffer. You know, that definitely ought to bring our spark back."
"It'll also defeat Mother's purpose," Xaxu reminds her.
"Who cares what Mother thinks? We're here; she's there. We're the ones stranded here, left to fix the mess she started. Don't tell me about her purpose. War is war! How you kill your enemies doesn't matter once they dead."
"It's prophecy," Xaxu insists. "Mother wants it fulfilled to the letter."
"You and that stupid Book of Xaxu!"
"It's not my prophecy. It's Mother's," Xaxu reminds her. "Back to you, Raea."
"Xaxu, I know it sounds a bit cruel. But you've got to admit I covered everything that divides them, with just four symptoms."
"Yes, I saw that. And do you also want to make men bear children to even the score?"
"I hadn't thought of that." Raea chuckles. "Perhaps we can slip that in for good measure."
"Or not."
"How about that?" Fantum hisses. "We can always count on big sister Xaxu to suck all the fun out of a game."
"Have patience, Fantum," Xaxu replies. "The war is coming. You'll have fun soon enough."
"So what's the verdict on my idea?" Raea asks.
"There's no way I'm letting almost everyone on earth be bedridden, bloody, blind or dead."
Xaxu turns her attention to the fourth witch.
"Fejj, you're next."
"Are you sure you want to hear my idea?"
"I called your name, didn't I?"
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THE 33 KEYS: Key 2 - ANSWER THE CALL "Listen for that Perfect Beat"
FantasyIt matters not if you remove your crown and throw off your robes for an impostor to claim your throne. Because something must eventually stir all your children awake. And then they will become as stars across a darkened sky. One by one, they will li...
