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power.”
    â€œThe Ravinians?” I asked.
    â€œYes.”
    â€œBut doesn’t Saint Dane realize what he’s created? I mean, did he really want to create such chaos?”
    â€œI don’t believe that he cares one way or the other about Halla.”
    â€œUh, what?” was all I could get out.
    â€œMaybe at one time he did. Maybe he actually did feel that he knew what was best for mankind. But his goals have evolved. I believe he has set his sights on an even greater prize.”
    â€œI thought Halla was everything? What could be greater than that?”
    â€œBy crushing the spirit of mankind, he will ultimately control Solara. If that happens, the existing worlds of Halla will mean nothing, because he will have the ability to use the power still held by the spirits of the ages to create his own Halla.”
    â€œWhat!” I shouted.
    â€œThat is Saint Dane’s ultimate goal, Bobby. He won’t have to bother with what has gone before and the molding of existing worlds to his liking, because he will be able to create his own worlds. Multiple worlds. Why stop at seven evolved worlds when he can create ten? Twenty? A hundred? All would be created according to his vision. Simply put, he will be a god, because he will have the power to create. That is what Saint Dane has been after, Bobby. He has turned Halla toward chaos in order to give himself the power to form an entirely new universe. One that he alone controls.”
    I looked around at the bleak world with renewed wonder. I had been right from the start. This was a dead place. Or at least a place that was dying. Saint Dane was killing it. All that had happened was done to break down the positive spirit of mankind, which would in turn cripple Solara and allow him to control its power.
    I had thought the guy was an arrogant, egotistical tyrant. I had no idea how right I was. The scope of his vision was so far beyond anything that I had expected, it was almost laughable. Almost. Each territory, each battle, each turning point was just another building block in the foundation of the most incredible crime of all time. Saint Dane didn’t want wealth. Or to rule a group of people. Or to control a country, a world, or even multiple worlds. He wanted to create his own personal universe. From all that Uncle Press told me, it looked like he was going to succeed.
    â€œI’ve got a dumb question,” I said.
    â€œGo for it,” Uncle Press shot back.
    â€œIt sounds like you’ve known what he’s been up to for a long time.”
    â€œFrom the beginning. He and I were together for eons. Ibelieve I knew him better than any other in Solara. I suppose in some strange way you could say that we were friends.”
    â€œOkay, odd, but if you knew what was happening, why didn’t you try to stop him?”
    Uncle Press smiled. That was an odd reaction, considering that we were on the verge of Armageddon.
    â€œYou’re right, that was a dumb question,” he said.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause we did do something to stop him. In an act of total desperation that in many ways went against the nature of Solara, we created the one thing we hoped would stop his mad plan.”
    â€œWhat was it?”
    â€œWe created you , Bobby.”

JOURNAL #37
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    F rom the first moment I left home to go with Uncle Press so long ago, there were very few times when I actually felt I was up to the challenges put in front of me.
    Sure, there were times when I had plenty of confidence. I had become a decent fighter. I think I did pretty well figuring out Saint Dane’s schemes. At least some of them, anyway. I had faith in my fellow Travelers. We made a good team. But whenever I turned my thoughts to the larger, more cosmic issues, I always felt I was behind. I didn’t know why I had been chosen to be the lead Traveler. I was just a kid. I always felt as if they should have picked somebody better equipped to match up with