This chapter will see the Monitors hit hard, and this will start to show them that what's out there now for both their empire and for the Moon Kingdom is not going to be easy to deal with, and that it won't be pleasant for them either, for sure. Things are going to ramp up very soon for them and others, without a doubt, and many will likely die, before the Negaverse and its human allies or others are done here, whether anyone likes it or not.
With no further ado, then, let's get back to the story here, folks. TUS out.
Inside Mara Zimak's Chambers In The Imperial Palace
Cuzco, Peru, Earth
February 16, 987 - February 17, 987
Monitor Ocabirama soon asked, after she and her current companions were safely behind Mara's door, "Mara, is it all right if we change out of these uniforms of ours for a time?"
Mara thought for a moment, then said, "Sure, I don't see why you can't right now. It's not like we're going to come under attack from our enemies in the very near future. Like in the next few hours, at least, of course. Go ahead and go back to your chambers, if you want, so that you can change out of your uniform, and change into some more comfortable clothes of yours. But please be back here before 8 pm, if possible. I'd like you here, though, by 5 pm, if you possibly can be back here by then. It's now almost 3 pm, I believe."
Mara let her fellow Monitor Ocabirama, who was also Vurkigad Gukrazirn, leave her chambers, and she did the same with any of her current companions who also wanted to do so for a time. After everyone except Ginkya did so, Mara shut the door to her chambers again, once Ginkya had obviously chosen not to leave them now.
Then, after Mara had made sure that Ginkya was comfortable enough in her chambers, Mara then asked, "What's up, Ginkya?"
"Do you think that you can somehow convince Grandpa to make it possible for us all to try to save our people, if the need ever arises for us to do so, maybe by sending them to other timelines or realities that might exist here in the Universe, Mara?"
"I don't know, Ginkya. I suppose I could try, at least, Ginkya. But how do we know that it'll work well enough for the people concerned?"
"I see what you're saying, Mara. But don't you think that we have to consider trying anything that might work well enough to save at least some of our people, somehow, if our enemies are too strong for us right now?"
"I suppose so, Ginkya. But how do we know that the Negaversers might not follow our people into any or all of those timelines or realities that we might decide to try to send our people into?"
"We don't, Mara. I don't like the idea of possibly sending any or all of our people into alternate timelines or alternate realities, either. But we may actually have no choice in the matter, if it's even possible for us to do just that at all, somehow."
"I understand that, of course, Ginkya. But do you think that we may have to resort to such measures to save as many of our own people as possible, if our enemies are too strong for us here in our nation or our world, for at least a little while?"
"We may, Mara. We may very well have to resort to such measures. I hope not, of course. But I won't be surprised at all if we have to, if it's even possible somehow for us to resort to them."
"Nor would I, Ginkya. And I also hope that we don't have to resort to any or all of them at all."
"Do you have some cinnamon tea available to you at the moment?"
"Why, Ginkya?"
"For I'm now in the mood to have some, if at all possible, before bedtime for us all here."
"Let me see if some is in one of my cabinets. If there is some, I'll make you some with some water from one of my pitchers, then, Ginkya. While I see if there's some cinnamon tea available in them, go ahead and read the scroll on my desk labeled 'Romilo & Elena' for at least a little while. It's one of the stories I've often been working on of late." As Mara said this, she got up from her bed, and began looking for the kind of tea that Ginkya had just asked her for moments before.
While her cousin Mara was doing that, Ginkya rose from her chair, and went to Mara's desk. About a minute or two later, then, Ginkya eventually did come up with the aforementioned scroll of Mara's. That done, she returned to her chair in very short order, before she began unrolling it a bit at a time. And she began reading that scroll, at least until it was about to become too cumbersome for her to read it while she was still sitting in her chair. Then she left her chair, and decided to spread it over the nearby floor, in very short order. By the time that her cousin came back with two cups of tea for them both, she'd already read what'd be the most likely equivalent of at least thirty, if not more than thirty, printed pages in an average-sized book at some later date anytime still in the future.
Mara soon came back with those cups of tea, as well as a pitcher still considerably filled with such tea, and as she did so, she asked, "How do you like that story of mine that you're reading now?"
"It's not bad. But will it be part of any of your story series, most likely, Mara?" asked Ginkya, as Mara handed her one of the cups of cinnamon tea. Ginkya set it down on the floor next to Mara's scroll that she was now reading.
"I'm considering it, Ginkya. But I just don't know yet if it'll fit in any of them, if I'll ever finish it easily enough, somehow, and publish it publicly, Ginkya." Mara returned to where she'd been sitting on her bed, and took a sip of her tea, as she set the pitcher down on the table nearest her bed, before she sat down again on her bed.
"Well, I hope that it'll fit in at least one of them. Supposing, of course, that you're somehow ever able to finish writing it before the Negaverse fights us all here or elsewhere in our Peruvian Empire."
"Even if I am, don't you think that it could possibly be lost when we have to fight our enemies?"
"How so?"
"What if this Imperial Palace of ours is actually damaged heavily enough, if not totally destroyed, by our Negaverse enemies?"
"Then whatever isn't in places that they can't reach may be lost, if I understand your meaning well enough?"
"Yes, Ginkya, I mean that. You see, not all my things are in such places, I believe. At least in terms of my various writings, if nothing else as well, that's the case, I believe."
"And if your things aren't all in such places, then the same thing could also be true for a lot of other people here in our nation?"
"Yes, if our enemies are actually too strong for us to evict them from Earth easily enough to save them all somehow, I believe that'll be the case eventually for many, if not all, of our things, Ginkya. But I'd rather stay alive than to die trying to save such things, if I didn't have to try to save them at all somehow. I'm sure that you can understand why, of course."
As they both had their cinnamon tea with each other for at least twenty or so minutes, if not longer, they often discussed various things of varying degrees of importance to each of them in their respective lives, often at great length. And they often talked about their plans for any number of potential futures they might ever experience in their lives as they did so. They hoped that they could both survive easily enough when they both fought against the Negaverse for the first time in their respective lives, if not the only time in them. They also hoped that all of their friends and relatives could somehow do so too, of course. Most especially those who they were each quite close to in their own lives.
Eventually, by the time they'd nearly finished one pitcher of tea, a knock was heard at Mara's door again. Mara soon set down the pitcher she'd just been holding, just as soon as she finished pouring the last of that very pitcher's contents into her cup, and she went to the door to answer it, of course. It was Yazmis now at the door with Zardiz, Sonir, Geline, Fadra, and Vurkigad, who was called, at least ever so often, by her nickname of Vurki, by various people in her life who were sufficiently close to her in it. Mara let Yazmis and all those other girls into her chambers, of course.
As she did so, she took a sip of tea from her cup, before she eventually asked, "What do you girls want to do now for a while?"
"Do you think that we could all train with the Scouts for a time, Mara?" asked Fadra.
"I really don't know if they'll want to train with us for at least a little while longer, Fadra. They've made me, Ginkya, Yazmis, and Zardiz at least temporary Sailor Scouts. But they haven't done the same for you, Geline, Sonir, and Vurki. Or at least they haven't done it yet, if they ever will. True, our enemies may be already in and around our land. But I don't think they'll want to train with us for a time, if I'm not too mistaken about that, right now."
"I've heard that it's not advisable for us to wear face paint whenever we're either training or fighting, Mara."
"Well, Sonir, if we're going to have to fight our enemies, we'll most likely have to look like the Scouts as much as possible, so we may have to forget about wearing face paint when we're doing either or both of those things here in our nation. That's so that we can hopefully protect our people better than if we used it as we normally do. You see, if we look almost like everyone else, by wearing face paint and feathers, they might think we're natives of our world. Especially of this part of it. Which, of course, we are. And they might devote special attention to wiping us out as much as they can, if not totally. True, we're all actually natives of Peru here on Earth, but we have to look as much as possible like the Scouts, if we're likely going to be fighting alongside them in the near future. They'll likely attack those of us who look enough like the Scouts, various kinds of military personnel, or various governmental officials, here in Peru first, I think. If they can't do that, they might go after any number of our civilians, Sonir. And we can't allow them to do that, if possible. Even if it means that by trying to keep those enemies of ours from doing so at all, we take some losses for our military personnel, our Monitors, or our governmental officials, at the very least, of course, Sonir."
"Even if it means that we might lose people sufficiently close to us in each of our lives, Mara?"
"Yes, Sonir, even if that's the case, we all have to do whatever we possibly can to help our people out as much as we possibly can. No matter what the cost."
"So you're saying that if that's actually the case here, we also have to be willing to accept the chance that none of us might survive against our enemies from the Negaverse, somehow. Not even any number of civilians in our own nation, Mara?"
"That's right, Sonir."
"Realistically speaking, then, how many people do you think we'll lose when we have to fight against the beings from the Negaverse, Mara?"
"I'd not be surprised, Sonir, if we lost at least eighty percent of our people, overall, when we fight them here in our nation on Earth."
Yazmis thought for a moment, then commented, "Mara, that means that we might lose at least ten to twelve million of our people, if not more, if my math is sufficiently correct at the current time."
"That sounds about right. Though I'd not be surprised if only a few hundred of us, at most, somehow survived against them, either, Yazmis."
"And if we lose against them, then what?"
"They'll definitely have a considerably-sized foothold here on Earth. Which they might eventually be able to use to go after all of the other known worlds here in our solar system that happen to be inhabited, at least at the current time. And we may not be able to regain our nation back for at least some unknown length of time, if ever, from them at all. Of course, I could also be wrong about this kind of thing. But I don't think that I am, Yazmis."
"You don't, Mara?"
"No, I really don't think that I'm wrong about this kind of thing. Even if I might prefer to be otherwise here, Yazmis. I wish I am, of course. But I don't think that I really am here. If they're here in our Empire already, then the only way they'll likely get out of it is if we or other people make them get out of it, somehow. Whether those other people on our side of things are from the Moon Kingdom or not. If our enemies are in our Empire, the only way they'll likely be kicked out of here is if they're somehow forced out of it, of course, Yazmis."
"No matter what the cost might be for us, in order to get them out of here somehow, if at all possible?"
"Yes. That's what I mean, cousin Yazmis."
"And if we can't somehow manage to kick them out of our Empire soon enough?" asked Sonir.
"Then I fear that the Moon Kingdom won't last much more than a few more years, quite possibly, Sonir. And several, if not all, of our Moon Kingdom friends seem to feel the same way about things here, at least as it relates well enough to them, their Moon Kingdom, and our enemies. I'm sure that the Scouts would be willing to die, if the need ever arose for them to do so, for their Moon Kingdom and its inhabitants. I'm also sure, though, that they all hope that they don't really have to do that at all, of course, someday yet in the future. Especially whenever they're not in their respective Scout states, girls."
Fadra said, "And I suppose you think that we should try to help them out as much as possible, if we can't stay here, Mara."
"If we're able to do so, why not? Sure, we might have to leave Earth periodically, in order to help them. But if we're still able to survive enough to take some of them, if not all of them, completely out, I say that we should do whatever we can against them, no matter what the cost might be to us or to those we care for in our lives. Listen, Fadra. I believe Queen Serenity and her people will eventually want to return to wherever they came from in our solar system. Especially Queen Serenity and her three daughters. So, if that's the case, we may have to cover their departures from this world, if we don't also go with them to another world in our solar system as well. If we can't kick their enemies out of our Empire, we might as well go to the Moon, or wherever else God might send them in His Universe. No matter where that might possibly be. I don't really like the thought of not living the rest of my life on Earth. But if I have to leave it, in order to be able to fight another day against our enemies, so be it. And I believe that should probably be true for each of the rest of you girls."
"Are you going to make us leave Earth with them, Mara?" asked Geline.
"No, of course not, Geline. But we might still do so, if it's the only way that we'll be able to fight them again someday. Sure, it might mean that more of our people may die, but that may be a risk we'll just have to take. If things get really hot, we might have to make very important split-second decisions about what to do, and we may not be able to change our minds about them. If we have no other real choice or choices at whatever time or times we might be talking about here, I think that we should do whatever we can to save as many of our people's lives as we can, even if those lives also include our own. Sure, we may all not like leaving people behind, and at our enemies' mercy, of course. But at least a few of us must survive, so that if we're ever able to regain control over enough of our Empire, then we might be able to repopulate it, and rebuild our Monitor forces, someday yet in the future. No matter how long it might take to do either or both of those things, of course, girls."
"So Preservation of Life, whenever possible, should be our goal, Mara?" asked Vurki.
"Yes, I believe so. Of course, I don't think that we should preserve the lives of our enemies, if we don't really have to, whenever we fight them, Vurki. But if we have to do that, in order to save any number of our people, no matter who they might be, so be it," answered Mara.
"Ginkya, do you agree with Mara?" asked Vurki.
"If the need arises for us to preserve the life of at least one of our enemies, in order to possibly save the lives of any number of our people, then I think we should do as Mara suggests. If not, then I also agree with her here, at least on this particular manner."
When Vurki asked both Zardiz and Yazmis the same thing, they also agreed with Mara and Ginkya's current feelings about that kind of potential situation that might ever arise for them in the future. Zardiz also said, "I don't really like the idea of preserving the lives of any of our foes, Vurki. If they're going to act up, then why not punish them as best as we possibly can? But we must also consider what might be best for as many of our people as possible, no matter how much we might dislike the idea of preserving the lives of any or all of our foes. Eventually, though, whether they die because of us or not, they'll die, at least once, if not more. For they'll not be able to avoid an eternal death, because God will not allow them to do so. They'll eventually die for what they've done, I'm sure. God will not be so unfair as to keep them forever from judgement, while others are judged. He'll judge them as well, and He'll find them wanting. All who He honestly feels do not deserve eternal life, He'll send to eternal death, no matter how much He might actually prefer otherwise, in truth. If people don't do what they have to, in order to live forever, even after their mortal deaths, then they'll likely roast forever, and die while doing so forever."
"And what of us?" asked Geline.
"I fully intend to be in Heaven, when my mortal life's forever over. And I hope that the rest of you are there too then, Geline."
"And when we get there?"
"Then we shall know war no longer, I hope. And I hope that we can all explore the Universe together."
"With or without Serena and her crowd?"
"Preferably with, of course, Geline."
"I see."
Then the girls talked for at least a little while longer, before they all eventually had to part again. Whether it was to go to bed in their respective chambers or not, they all eventually had to part from each other again at least once more in their respective lives.
By that time, though, it was nearly 9:30 pm or so at night. Of course, it was still February 16, 987. And Mara was still in Cuzco, Peru, with so many other people who were now in her life, whether they were natives of Earth or not. Maybe not in the exact same room of the Imperial Palace with all of them, of course. But she and they were still in Cuzco, Peru, at the current time, in each of their own mortal lives.
Soon enough, then, Mara did actually fall asleep in her bed, and she slept for as long as she could. That was if she couldn't sleep at least until local dawn, for any reason whatsoever in her life. She wasn't woken up, as a matter of fact, before about 6:30 am local time. And the person that woke her up was her cousin Ginkya. When Ginkya woke her up, she soon learned that a squad of Monitors had just encountered a scouting party of Negaversers accidentally, while doing some routine patrols in the area of San Ignacio in the Peruvian Empire. And only three of them were somehow able to escape out of a squad of at least a dozen, if not more. And two of those three weren't in very good physical shape, at the very least. It was still too early to tell if either or both of them were in danger of losing their life or lives. For they'd not been back in Cuzco long enough yet.
"Who did we lose, Ginkya?"
"Monitors Sucre, Trujillo, Cali, Huancayo, Ayacucho, Jauja, Acari, Chucuito, and Tumbes, as far as I know, from my parents, Mara. Monitors Buenos Aires, Callao, and Guayaquil were able to get away, fortunately enough, though. Several hundred Negaversers took them on. And they were just too much for those we lost in the battle I've just told you about. Monitors Acari, Tumbes, and Trujillo were somehow able to cover the escape of Buenos Aires, Callao, and Guayaquil long enough to allow them to escape from the area. But it wasn't easy for them to do so. Sucre accidentally stumbled on part of the Negaversers' group with Cali and Jauja. And before she, and the two Monitors with her then, knew what was really going on well enough, the Negaversers went after the three of them, and they shot them all down in very short order. That alerted the rest of the Monitors that they were patrolling with. And before too much longer, Huancayo, Ayacucho, and Chucuito were hit quite hard with some very powerful weapons. After Chucuito went down, Trujillo ordered the rest of her Monitors to run for their lives to the best of their abilities to do so. Acari and Tumbes refused to leave Trujillo behind at all, for they were both so very close to her in their lives, however."
"Acari and Tumbes did that?"
"Yes, Mara, they did that. They said that if they were going to fall in battle, they'd fall while fighting alongside their best friend, without a doubt. When that was said, Trujillo allowed them to stay, but only them. She absolutely refused to allow Buenos Aires, Callao, and Guayaquil to stay behind, however, due to the fact that all three of those Monitors were still quite young. When they offered to stay, Trujillo forced them to leave their fellow Monitors behind, after first reminding them to never forget their fallen comrades in their honored Monitor uniforms, of course. And to make sure they left, Trujillo pushed them through three enterable mirrors, and then set transfer coordinates for those mirrors that were at least twenty or thirty miles away from where their fellow Monitors would be staying behind, at least for the time being, if not forever. As she did so, Acari and Tumbes naturally covered her and the other three Monitors from their patrolling party."
"For the obvious reasons, no doubt."
"Yes, Mara. Buenos Aires was the most insistent about staying of the three, of course. But she was still unable to make Trujillo let her stay in the area of the battle. It took the combined efforts of Trujillo, Callao, and Guayaquil to force Buenos Aires into the necessary mirror. Seconds after that, Callao and Guayaquil, with a little help and maybe a shove or two from Trujillo, were each in one of those three mirrors as well. Then Trujillo set the necessary transfer coordinates, of course, and made the transfer process automatic, just in case she'd not actually be able to engage the necessary things with her own hands in the meantime. This she did for all the obvious reasons, of course. After doing so, Trujillo covered their escape with the rest of her staying Monitors, and she did so to the best of her ability to do so."
"Did Buenos Aires, Callao, and Guayaquil see Trujillo and the others get killed?"
"Before the mirrors whisked them away?"
"Yes, Ginkya."
"They saw Acari and Trujillo go down, but not Tumbes. Tumbes was out of their respective visual ranges when the mirrors whisked them away. Tumbes went down just as they were all being whisked away. And they all heard her fall and scream quite loudly, as they were. Tumbes began screaming her death call just as they were all being whisked away. And it was heard about five or ten miles away, maybe. They were all whisked away to the coordinates that Trujillo had set for their respective mirrors."
"Then what happened?"
"When the mirrors ejected them in those places, they found themselves together at least the aforementioned distance away from the battle's location, of course."
"Who's not in very good shape of the three? At least in a physical sense, if not in any other conceivable enough sense as well, of course, Ginkya."
"Callao and Guayaquil, Mara. Mom thinks that Callao may possibly not survive too much longer. Or at least not in very good shape, if she somehow survives for at least a little while longer, that is."
"Why?"
"Because Callao was hit quite hard by a stray attack from one of the Negaversers in their scouting party. That Negaverser was evidently aiming for Acari, it seems. Yet Acari ducked under that attack, and it hit Callao, mostly, while she, Trujillo, and Guayaquil were trying to get Buenos Aires into one of the mirrors, Mara. Guayaquil was hit a little bit as well by that same attack, as was Trujillo. But Callao took the main brunt of that stray attack. Fortunately enough for Callao and Guayaquil, though, their mirrors weren't more than a few feet away from the one they and Trujillo were putting Buenos Aires in. And they were able to get close enough to their mirrors before it was too late. With at least a little help and/or at least one shove from Trujillo, they were also in mirrors not too long afterward. And Trujillo then began the transfer process for the three survivors, of course, before it was too late for her to do so. This she did just before she, Acari, and Tumbes fell down, of course."
"But that doesn't explain yet to me how Guayaquil also got here in not very good shape, Ginkya."
"The Negaversers started firing on the mirrors, once they'd realized what Trujillo had just done. I learned this from a condor who was flying in the area at the time of the battle, who the Negaversers didn't realize was sentient enough to tell what he knew of the battle at some later time. He told me a few hours ago, just before they got here, that the Negaversers fired on Guayaquil's mirror as Tumbes was trying to draw their attacks toward her. And they damaged it quite severely. They also saw Tumbes take out most of the remaining Negaversers in the area, before she fell as well, and left her mortal body behind forever, most likely. After the battle, and after the surviving Negaversers had left the area behind again, at least for the time being, if not for quite a while, he recovered all the lockets and Crystals from those Monitors we've just lost here, and he brought them here to my parents. Soon enough, before Buenos Aires, Callao, and Guayaquil got here, he told me what had happened in the battle. Or at least as much as he knew of it, for he didn't arrive over the area of that battle until just after Sucre stumbled on part of the Negaversers' scouting group. He flew over the area just as Sucre, Jauja, and Cali were being shot down. And he saw the rest of the battle, before the Negaversers that remained finally were able to kill Tumbes. He hid farther back in the trees, so that the Negaversers wouldn't somehow be able to tell that he'd actually seen the battle easily enough, and so they'd not actually realize that he really knew what'd just gone on there. And while he waited for them to leave, he kept an eye on them, of course. For some yet-unknown reason, however, which I don't really understand right now, if I ever will, they didn't take our fallen comrades' lockets and Crystals, while they were also looting our fallen comrades' things. But I suspect very strongly that they'll not forget to do so in the future, if they're ever given the chance to do so again, after a battle, Mara."
"And their bodies?"
"Apparently lost, at least for the most part, if not entirely. But their lockets and Crystals weren't lost, because they fell off our fallen comrades' persons. And after they did, he found them all undamaged. Then he brought them all back here, of course."
"How so?"
"He placed them in a hidden pouch under some of his back feathers. You see, when he was still very young, and while he was still getting his feathers there, a bear clawed open his back quite a bit. My parents were hiking in the area, and they found him about a thousand yards from his parents' nest. The bear had severely injured him, and had torn a good-sized hole in his back. My parents found him in time to save his life, and they took him to their nearest animal hospital. That done, they soon sewed him up again, after putting a hidden pouch in the bear-caused hole in his back. The pouch wasn't entirely as large as the hole in his back, of course, but it was still large enough to take up much of the space for that hole, if it had enough things in it at such times. It took a while for his back to heal, but it still didn't close entirely over that inserted pouch. While his back was healing, they trained him to put things in the pouch that he could bring to certain people he knew well enough in his life. Soon enough, he became rather friendly to them, of course. And ever since, he's often brought things to us in the pouch. Meaning my family and others close enough to us in my life, as you very well know by now, Mara."
"And then he brought those things here? After which he then told your parents and you what'd happened to our fallen comrades?"
"Of course, Mara. He brought them first to Mother, and then to me, after Mother asked him to do so. He told them, and then he told me, what'd happened to our comrades, before our surviving comrades made it back here to Cuzco. What do you think we need to do now?"
"Perhaps we should try to have as many of our Monitors as we can all possibly find here come to the Hall of Memories as quickly as possible."
"Should we tell the Scouts what's happened here?"
"I don't know yet. But I think we should consider doing that, just the same. And if we do so, I think that we should try to do so before they find out about such things from others who they don't know well enough here, Ginkya."
"Like who, maybe?"
"Serena, at least, if not other members of her crowd who are now here with us as well, Ginkya."
"Perhaps you're right, Mara. Maybe we should consider letting them know before they learn about it from somebody else, if it can possibly be avoided at all. What do you want me to do now?"
"Get as many of the Monitors who are currently staying in the Imperial Palace together as you can, and have them come to the Hall of Memories as quickly as they possibly can come there. Please also tell them that I'd really prefer them to be there by midday, if possible, Ginkya."
"Will do. But I suspect that at least two or three of them won't be able to come there for at least a little while."
"Like Callao and Guayaquil, maybe?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do mean that they, at least, may not be able to come there for at least a little while, if ever again, in a fully physical sense."
"Who's watching over them now, as a matter of fact, Ginkya?"
"Monitors Santiago, Ica, and Montevideo are, as are each of their parents, of course, Mara."
"So that means that we'll probably only have about two dozen Monitors able to meet us there, if what I'm hearing from you is accurate enough."
"Correct. We may not actually be able to bury their bodies. At least not yet, if ever. But at least we can maybe have some sort of a memorial service for all of our now-fallen comrades, Mara. And they actually did leave messages for those they might ever leave behind, once their time came to each of them to die. Whenever that time might possibly be for each of them, of course. Whether or not such a time might possibly be earlier than they'd have expected that it'd come for each of them in their lives, they still did so, just the same."
"And do you think they'll be in the Celestial City forever?"
"I hope so, Mara. But only time will tell if we'll ever see them all there, of course."
The two cousins talked with each other for a little while longer, before Mara decided that it was now time for Ginkya to collect the required people for that meeting in the Hall of Memories. So Ginkya soon left Mara's chambers again. After which, Mara soon got out of her bed, and got something to eat for her own breakfast. Then she also went to the Hall of Memories as quickly as she could go there herself, of course.
So now the battle has come to the Peruvians and their Monitors. Who will survive and who will die? Only time will tell, of course, everyone, by the time this story finally ends.
Until the next chapter, then, I'll close this. TUS out.