For we were the Second Divine Miracle, the second time those who watch over creation came together to combine their might. My consciousness awoke to t...e feel of Sol, Dispenser of Justice, raising me in front of him with a slight smile of pride and satisfaction. As were they, we numbered fifteen, each to go to he who championed the God who chose him. Sol himself brought me to my first master, a powerful yet compassionate warlord bent on creating a strong nation where he and his fellow Humans. Chuck is well versed in balancing Arnel when he was about to lose his balance but when Arnel is pushing Rusty, Regan cannot maintain the balance and eventually Rusty falls off the water. Chuck and Arnel made their victory dance moves and gloated about their win. You can see the reaction of Rusty and Regan and they look defeated but most of all, they have this nervous look. I can really tell that they are doing these games most of the time and something is going to happen. Chuck swam toward me. I furrowed my brows, focusing on the salamanders and nothing else.“Obey, Flames of Creation.”They hissed at me and then turned. They pressed against the Altar of Souls. Heat poured into the silver. It drank their energy with a great thirst. But it didn't glow. However hot they made it, didn't affect its silvery surface.But the items on the altar felt it. The heat sank into the sword. The raw adamantium melted. My earth magic guided the molten metal as I added a fourth stream of magic—Air. I. Maybe you need to be in charge instead." But that's what ... wait, you don't mean--?" Maybe you should be the Mistress, and I'll be the slave."Diane shook her head. "God, Heather, I can't do that to you!" Why not? It would only be fair." It doesn't work that way. It won't magically fix my problems." I know, but it should help, right? And it avoids me messing with you even by accident." But, Heather, you're going to have Ms. Bendon keeping you every other week! You really want me to do this to.