Page 39 of Celestia, Year Four

How deep is the pain you carry so effortlessly?

BETWEEN US AND TRUST ME

~CELESTIA~

Arielle? Did you arrive safely?

"Yes, Bru! I'm so happy I can reach you, Bru!"

Me too. Keep me posted on everything once you've explained to the others what Esme shared. I don't think we have a lot of time to waste. The sooner we bring the Council down, the higher the chance is of us stopping the spread of Forsaken.

"Yes, Bru! I'm on it… love you."

Love you too, Arielle.

I took a deep breath and ran my hand through my hair.I'm glad she's okay. Hopefully, the others will be patient for me to return.

As for Orion...

"Bi."

I lowered my head and saw Momo tugging at the simple black dress I wore. With a smile, I crouched down to be at her level and noticed she was holding the hair tie Hunter had given her.

"You want me to put it in your hair?" I asked.

She shook her head and pointed to my hair. "BiBo."

"You want me to use it?"

"Bibibibi," she replied, jumping up and down. I grinned and pet her head gently.

"Alright." I took the hair tie from her hand and gathered my hair up into a ponytail, leaving a few purple-pink strands on the left side of my face. I ended up putting my hair into a bun and making sure the feathers of the hair tie were visible.

"How do I look?" I asked Momo as I lowered my hands back to my knees and stared into her swirling eyes.

"BiBo!" She cheered and reached out for my hand. She tugged my hand with her right hand and pointed down the hall.

"You want to go somewhere?" I asked.

"BiBo."

"Okay." I rose and kept my hand in hers as she began to waddle ahead, tugging me along down the dark hall. When we reached a staircase, Momo let go of my hand and started to hop up each platform.

I followed her up the stairs and she reached out for my hand again.

Once I held it, she began to waddle to the left, and I noticed the hint of purple light that came from one of the rooms that had its door open.

Reaching the door, Momo stopped, and I peered into the room. My gaze landed on Odion who was sitting on a black platform by the window, the rainbow fidget spinner on his right index finger.

His lilac eyes weren't on the spinner but stared outside in a lost gaze.

I bit my lip, noticing the exhaustion in his face and his dark circles again.

When is the last time he slept?

I glanced around the room, observing the simplistic nature of the furniture that still followed the black and purple theme and odd shaped format.

He was very neat, which reminded me of his brother, and I saw a doll sitting next to his bed.

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