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raising a finger in a way a psychologist might do. “If you hadn’t become a Cypher you wouldn’t have learned that your parents might be alive. Would you still want to go back to not knowing about them? To think that they’re dead?”
    Thomas paused. The visions he had when he touched Gramps in Ormagra haunted him, and Killjoy had confirmed, as best she could, that they were memories from someone very close to him and Morgan, memories from one of his parents, but he had to be a realist too. Without any more interaction with Gramps the memories he’d seen were only a small hope of his parents being alive.
    Many times he’d thought it would have been better to continue thinking that his parents were dead.
    He just couldn’t say it aloud. Couldn’t let go of that hope.
    Small as it was.
          “No,” he said. “But I don't want to live in a perfect world. I just want him back.”
          The Doctor took the key from Thomas's hand. “There’s not much I can tell you about Morgan right now except this…” He fiddled with the key appreciatively. “The one flaw all good parents share is that we try to do the best for our children, even against their wishes. Your grandfather really believes that what he's doing is in your best interest, and he gave you this because he loves you very much.” He handed the key back to Thomas. “Take it for what it is meant to be…a present because he loves you.”
          Thomas took the key back and fiddled with it too. “Yes,” he said smiling. “It’s a wonderful gift.”

Changing the Pace
     
     
          Practicing in The Five Treasures of Snow had become one of Thomas’s most cherished times as a Guardian. The mountain temple had a very special ambiance and unique character. They were almost at the top of the world, surrounded by vast walls of granite covered by snow and clear blue skies as far as the eye could see. The only structure was the temple itself; the only sounds came from them because the attending monks were always silent. It was a place where Thomas could concentrate and let go of the world below.
    He had started to sit down in the middle of the arena for some time after Killjoy finished with their training session. He did this every day for five or ten minutes for total silence and to clear his mind.
    Tony had tried it once, but he had fallen asleep. Thomas had left him there for Killjoy to find. Elise had tried it too, but instead of doing a short time every day, she would stay one or two hours on the weekend. She said it cleared her thoughts and focused her mind.
          Thomas was sure that today was going to be one of those days that Elise would stay for a long time after training. Killjoy had drilled Tony and Elise heavily the night before because of their little fight in the Doctor’s office. Both of them looked tired, and their muscles ached after the extra training session. Tony tried to suppress exhaustion yawns as best he could.
          “Gather,” Killjoy ordered after their usual sparring session was over. She was an impressive figure in her true form. When she demonstrated fighting forms and sparred, Thomas could easily picture her in an action movie with her six arms flailing about, each holding a weapon and slashing or blocking the attacks directed at her. Thomas was sure that she had complete control of how her attacks and motions looked to the observer. In her movements he had seen her display strength, or speed, intimidation or even playfulness. When she sparred with Henri he had even glimpsed an alluring provocation.
          For a six-armed creature of legend, Killjoy could be very sexy when she wanted to.
    She sheathed the swords she had been using to demonstrate attack techniques and crossed her six arms as her dark brown hair flowed freely behind her. They stood in a line in front of her. “We need to assess Morgan’s team,” she said. “Their strengths, martial prowess, Magical capabilities,