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-=The Oracle's point of view=-

Crash.

Where am I?

Crash.

A constant repetitive sound invades the darkness that I'm in--the darkness of sleep that has consumed me. I turn over fitfully. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are heavy and I drift back to unconsciousness.

I can't feel what I used to feel. I can't reach into the unknown like I once had, because of this state.

Visions pass in front of my eyes. "Is she okay?" Someone asks. I see a girl with bobbed blonde hair nodding quickly. "I just...don't understand..." The girl murmurs. I see a gurney. Someone's strapped to it. I don't understand...

My eyes open.

I stare at myself, but this can't be. This is wrong. This has to be wrong.

-=Icy's POV=-

I finally got what I wanted. I didn't know where to look, and we ran all over Kyngdom to search for this. And I finally found it.

I'm bringing it to the Resistance, to animals, to whoever's here and wants to read it--rightfully, it isn't mine.

But really, they don't have much use for it. They're interested in winning a war. They? No, we. I'm interested in saving them.

There's an urge in me; there's always been. It tugs me forwards and whispers things to me. It's always there. It's constant and repetitive, like the crashing of waves on a beach, or the steady howling of a wolf pack to the moon each night. It calls me to them. There's two left. Only two.

I brush the thick cover of the book in my arms with my fingertips. I'm leaving the Oracle to herself for a while so she can have some alone time. She's....in shock.

The book is filled with more than it's ever been filled with; danger, and magic, even. It guides and illuminates. 

I found it sitting by itself on a makeshift wooden podium in one of the many FAFA bases. The FAFA base I found it in had been abandoned for better places; it had been discovered by hostile humans a while ago, and FAFA had strategically made a retreat without a single casualty, and only three injuries.

But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that I somehow have it, and once I bring it back, everyone here can use it again. And it's time to get back to the war.