"What was that back there?"
"It was nothing."
"I saw you talking to Adalyn behind the machine. That wasn't nothing."
"Oh that. Just made her question if she truly knew where she stood. I took the target off your back and instead of chasing the puppet…they are now chasing the puppeteer!!!"
"Who's the Puppeteer?"
"Why didn't you strike?"
"I had no reason to. He didn't attack, which is weird when I delve into it. Usually he strikes."
"Wolf, he's changed. Can't you accept that?"
"Maybe the reason he didn't strike was because father didn't tell him, like he did all those other times. Or maybe it was the girl he was with. She might've made him grow soft."
"Or maybe…. he's changed because now that he has found out the truth about his father, he is trying to escape by using you as his method to do so. Will you not help him?"
"He has a stone for a heart. You can't shape a stone. You have to melt it and then change its makeup."
"Star, I asked; who's the Puppeteer?"
"Wolf, your brother may have hurt you in the past, but don't harbor that with you in the now. Do you not see the strings pulling the puppet? Shadow does not want this war. Star does not want this war. Adalyn does not want this war. Summer….well, she likes to kill, so I'll exclude her. The only person who wants this war is Nightmaster so that he can see how strong his son really is. If he can kill you then Nightmaster will keep Shadow on the throne longer. If you kill him, then he'll act as if he has always loved you and will give you the throne. Either way, since Night has his son on the throne, all the attention is on him and his wolves, not Night and his army. Night wins no matter what. No one would dare fight him."
"Shadows telling me to love father, and you tell me to kill father. This is turning into a battle between the angels. Do I look like an angel?"
"No. That's why your mother chose you though. She picked you from outside the angels in order to go in and infiltrate."
"Come. Let me show why I brought you here."
"Where are we going?"
"To the one place where I remember."
"Umm…Wolf, the only thing in this room is a stand with a Bible sitting on it."
"Wait. Is that?"
"Yes. Yes, it is!!! This is the very Bible that Nightmaster used to Summon Dragon out of and turn into his wife."
"Then why not bring her back? You can do it. Be a family again."
"It's not that easy. Anybody can call whatever out, but without the Tongue, they cannot control it; let alone change its makeup. Night took the Dragon, replaced her evil; turned it to love; and then made her love and human so that she can be his. I don't have that kind of power. I can't even speak the tongue. Do you know of any who can?"
"I know two; but one is not even alive yet, while who knows where Aaron is on his journey. He may not even have a Bible to use."
"That's okay. We can heal people another way. Now just let me flip to the page.
'And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.' Romans 8:28.
Nope, that's not the verse.
'Then know this, you and all the people of Israel: It is by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified but whom God raised from the dead, that this man stands before you healed.' Acts 4:10-12.
Dad, I so want to heal you and show you the love you have been missing, but that has to wait for now. In order to heal others, you must first be healed yourself."
"Wolf, what verse are you looking for?"
"'Now a great sign appeared in Heaven. A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet. She wore a crown of twelve stars on her head. She was pregnant and cried out in pain as she was about to give birth. Then another sign appeared in Heaven. An enormous red dragon with seven heads, ten horns, and seven crowns on its head rose from the depths. Its tail swept a third of the stars out of the sky and flung them to the earth. The dragon stood in front of the woman who was about to give birth, so that it might devour her child the moment he was born. She gave birth to a son, a male child, who 'will rule all the nations with an iron scepter.' Then her child was snatched up to God and His throne. The woman fled into the wilderness to a place prepared for her by God, where she might be taken care of for 1,260 days.'
That's a cool verse, but not prevalent. You know, people think the Bible is in order and that all the verses, chapters, books, and pages are in chronological order. That is the furthest thing from the truth. If you follow the timeline of history and timeline where all the people were born, you will find that most of the Old Testament needs to be shifted around in places. It should be read like a story, so if you read a book that doesn't seem to make sense during the time period you just finished, that's because the book is in the wrong spot. The Bible is put together almost as if someone was in front of their desk with a stack of papers of the Bible trying to figure out where they go. Then a couple guards started banging on their door yelling to open up, so the person just scooped up all the papers randomly and said 'THERE' He stapled them, copied all the papers, and fled out the window into the night. Thus, the Bible was born. It seemed in order, so it must be genuine. 'I didn't have time to sort them!!'"
"You are one of us!!!"
"Maybe I am. Oh, here we go. This is what my mother wanted me to make my cry every day.
'I love you, Lord my strength. The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer. My God is my rock in whom I take refuge. You are my shield, the horn of my salvation, and my stronghold. I called to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I have been saved from my enemies. The cords of death entangled me, and the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me, and the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the Lord. I cried to my God for help. From His temple he heard my voice. My cry came before Him, into his ears. The earth trembled and quaked, and the foundations of the mountains shook. They trembled because He was angry. Smoke rose from his nostrils; consuming fire from his nostrils, and burning coals blazed out of it. He parted the Heavens and came down while dark clouds were under his feet. He mounted the Cherubim and flew. He soared on the wings of the wind. He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him-the dark rain clouds of the sky. Out of the brightness of his presence, clouds advanced with hailstones and bolts of lightning. The Lord thundered from Heaven, and the Most High resounded. He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy. With great bolts of lightning, He routed them. The valleys of the sea were exposed, and the foundations of the earth laid bare at your rebuke, Lord, at the blast of breath from your nostrils. He reached down from on high and took hold of me. He drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place and rescued me because He loved me. Psalm 18:1-20
"Wolf, that word says delighted and not loved. Why did….woo… What's happening? The wall is opening up."
"The Lord has dealt with me according to my righteousness. According to the cleanness of my hands He has rewarded me."
"What...are you?"
"I'm one of you. If Night had his way, the Pures would be at a minimum just like the Hopegivers. Although I cannot control who he turns into a Hopegiver, I can control who turns into Pures."
"Is that?"
"Night made a Healer but stored it away because again he was too afraid to bring it out. So, my mother gave me this car, a cross, and her Bible. Course I didn't know any of this but when I turned fourteen and was searching through this hideout one day, I found this room and flipped open the Bible. Then it was as if my mother was talking to me. She told me where to go, what to say, and what words to replace. After doing that, I found all of this. The map and other drawings on the wall are here to remind me of my memories and show the plan of what my mother truly wanted to do. Nightmaster never thought Dreamworld was ready to be received by others, but my mother envisioned healer cars on every block, and Pures protecting all tribes. Since my mother wasn't here, I made it my life goal to make her dreams come true. Why? Dreams are just fantasies of what you want, and I wanted to make that fantasy what others could physically touch. She brought the idea, ``I am just helping it come to life."
"So, you….make Pures?"
"Not exactly. Come on, I gotta close up. Night is upon us, and we need some shut eye."
"Then why did you say?"
"I don't make the Pures nor does Night even though he thinks he does. Besides him though, I actively do my best to make as many as I can."
"Well, right now, Snake has them all trapped, and I wouldn't be surprised if only half maybe none are still alive. I think it best if you should focus more on building the cars then training the people. Once people find out how to build these…."
"DON'T TOUCH THE CAR!! You'll make a scratch!!
"And how great they are, then they will most eagerly want to spread the word."
"This is the only car. There are none like it."
"That's not true. In the future, Night has built an arsenal."
"Let me guess. He keeps them hidden away on Dreamworld because he believes the world will never be ready for them."
"We could…um…. convince him!!"
"I'd like to see you try. God has given him the power to heal and as such, since he can't give his power to people; he can transfer it. The cross pendant and these cars are just relics infused with a little bit of his powers. Without him, they are just nothing. Without him….I can't build. Nobody can build. All I can do is use the few resources my mother gave me to do my best to train as many people as possible up in hopes that they turn into a Pure to help others. Even then, I don't think I've done enough."
"Wolf, don't say that."
"Why not? All the Pures I have helped build up…you said in the future, will just be taken out by Snake."
"That's true, but you can train again."
"My mother's vision of healer cars scattered across the universe is nothing more than a fantasy since father won't even take them out of his garage down to our blocks. I've failed Mother. There is nothing more to dream."
"Don't say that. All you have to do is dream again. Not all dreams can be entered twice but there are things called recurring dreams. You just have to dream again and…."
"Don't say it. Don't say that word."
"Just have faith and 'believe'.
Oh!!! That's why you didn't want me to say the word believe. That's the activation code that closes the door. No worries. All we have to do is say the word 'Love' and then they'll open again, right?"
"In order to open these doors, they have to be fully closed, and in order to close them, you have to wait until they are fully open. The thing is, if you get trapped in here, there is no way out. You can only open them on the other side."
"Let me guess. Your mother did this for a reason?"
"It's hard to believe when you are in despair. Luckily, she designed the doors to close slowly so that you can escape. Whether she purposely made it that way…. or they are just that old, I don't care. I see the light and am running towards it. I advise you to do the same."