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flashed his ring so brightly it lit up the place. You know I’m not a sound sleeper,” Rolce said.
    “A fart in the breeze could wake you up,” Gisbo said.
    “One of your farts? It could wake the dead,” Rolce said. Gisbo smiled at the joke as he sat down.
    “Rolce, Fao just told me something. She told me about a vision you had about me. What did you see?” Gisbo asked. Rolce was taken aback and the shock on his face showed. He joined Gisbo, sat across from him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
    “I don’t feel right about you touching me while in your undies,” Gisbo said. Rolce quickly pulled back. “Put a pillow over that thing. I don’t want you getting all excited and poking me.”
    Rolce quickly took a wicker furniture pillow and put it over his lap.
    “Must you make a joke of everything?”
    “Yes,” Gisbo said.
    “Well, I’ve been thinking long and hard about what to tell you about this,” Rolce said. Gisbo giggled.
    “I bet you have . . .” Gisbo said, laughing, and soon they both were laughing, laughing like they used to.
    “I’ve missed being able to laugh like that. You seem to be doing a lot better. I’m glad. It’s like I’m talking to my friend again, and based on what I’ve seen, that comforts me.”
    “How come?” Gisbo asked.
    “You want to know what I saw?” Rolce asked.
    “Hit me,” Gisbo said.
    “What I saw is something that will take place in the future. I first thought a Sybil’s power was different, that I could only see something going on in the present. That may be true, but through a certain ritual, I went beyond my powers and saw something down the line. We were in the middle of battle, hopelessly outnumbered by an unknown enemy, and there you were, leading us, laughing like a maniac, just as you did now, and you lead us to victory,” Rolce said.
    “That’s the second time I’ve heard that today. Jeesh, do I really look like a maniac when I’m fighting?” Gisbo asked.
    “Yes, yes, you do, but what I saw, I just know it’s going to come true,” Rolce said.
    “You sure it wasn’t just a wet dream? I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Gisbo asked. Rolce got up out of his chair, rolling his eyes, and walked back inside.
    “Hey! Come on, man, I’m just messing! It’s how I deal with things that heavy. Come on, don’t be so sensitive,” Gisbo said, following Rolce inside.
    “Nope, good night, that’s the last time I tell you anything,” Rolce said.
    “If we cuddled, would it make it better?” Gisbo asked.
    “GOOD NIGHT!” Rolce yelled.
    “For the love of everything holy, Rolce! SHUT THE HELL UP!” Jackobi said.
    “But I . . .” Rolce stammered.
    “Yeah, shut up, Rolce,” Gisbo snickered. A few minutes later, Gisbo heard Rolce snoring away again and thought about Fao’s warning to stay away from Nina. He thought about what happened the last time he didn’t listen to Fao. He had gotten his shoulder torn and permanently damaged.
    “Damn it . . .” Gisbo said, unsure of what to do. He decided that he would take a walk into the commons and see if anyone was up.
    “Come on, girl, let’s go for a walky, ok? Wanna go for a walky?” Gisbo asked, rubbing Fao behind the ears. She quickly spun around three times in excitement, and they went down their spiral staircase.
    Gisbo lit his ring to light their path as they walked through the forest together. Upon arriving in the commons, there was still a bustle of activity and a few poka games going on. Better yet, there wasn’t a green clad Strife to be found. Gisbo searched around to see if he recognized anyone. He smiled when a boy with a bandana wrapped around his eyes, rather than his forehead, called him over.
    “Whip Miles, how ya doing, buddy?” Gisbo asked as he sat down across from him. “How’d ya know it was me?”
    “Everyone has their own distinct smell. A deodorant, an aftershave, a perfume, a sullen musk. Then, there’s you. A mix of wet dog and someone who likes to scratch their