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Silence presided over the five supers. One, slumped over a set of narrow shoulders, due to circumstances - the remaining four due to conflict. They got scared, they got compromised for the first time in a public setting. Kenny wanted to say something. He wanted to comment on how the politics were probably going to play out and how their identities would probably be concealed until the officials had definite answers. To that token, Joey could have easily rebutted, noting how well they did to keep away from any ways of identifying themselves accidentally: there were no cameras immediately fixed on them and there were no names spoken of any of

Each step she took was like journeying deeper into a mysterious land - as if it were a land she had always dreamed of and was simply awestruck by its marvel. Her eyes, glistening and mirroring her concealed elation, traced the doorways she passed by; each door was closed, but held its own, unique secret behind it. She wondered what those secrets could be, how she would find out - it was all too much for her to consume at once. To everyone else, the trudging of the lengthy line was nothing more than the largest burden they had encountered in their lives yet. Apparently, it was most definitely anticipated to be worth all the trouble, though: w

"Agh!" This was the grunt that suddenly emanated from an alleyway. A figure clad in extremely formal attire - a tuxedo, it appeared to be - had slammed into a brick wall. One would have suspected that he - as it had been a male's voice indeed - would have been struck from the street by a behemoth of a vehicle, but this was not so: there was no roaring from the pulsating automobiles, none in sight. Down the long stretch of black asphalt stood another figure: apparent opposition. As the suited victim tumbled with the forces of gravity, his figure skittered along the messy pathway, bumping into a small barrel and slamming into the side of a du

Shuffling out into the corridor, a few of the Juniors were last, due to their relative distance from the doors and last-second purchases from the vending machines. Out came the familiar faces of Kenny, Alex Venda, and Darin who were headed to one of their favorite classes for the day – Algebra Class. As they walked past the trophy case – the display of all of Oracle Prep’s success in competitions, validated by the sheer evidence of five and full shelves of gold and silver – they absentmindedly glanced over to the doorway, watching a car or two fly by. Going downhill was a bit of a rush when they were driving, but they

The room was filled with the drone of clamoring voices. There were about twelve or so round tables within the quarters. There were seats surrounding these tables and in these seats were people. Children, in fact: adolescents ranging from the age of thirteen to about eighteen. The heads of shaggy, neat, prim, shiny, dark, unkempt, and short hair all bobbed in distinctive motions. Laughter, emphasizing points, or moving to the beat of the music blaring in their ear buds – the boys of Oracle Prep were enjoying their ritual of lunch. The boys had separated themselves in factions: according to grade and sub-class of association. Friends hun

Oracle Protectors: The Prologue The world is filled with people. People are filled with influences. Influences are filled with options. Options can be either beneficial or deleterious. Consequently, people can either be good or bad, stemming off of the influences around them, and the options or choices they make in life. People are inherently neutral, and it is only up to chance whether they prove their worth to the world in their lifetime. People are always progressing. Progression stems from technology. Technology is always expanding and providing new connections between people. People, as an entirety, are capable of doing more things tha