Originally the last passage was the first, but I changed my mind and swivelled last minute.. I think it works.

Irritation filled Luba to the extent that she shook, but the Oracle only felt her as a passing as he tilted his head in precision that aeons had brought him. Trouble had stirred, and the Oracle had not foreseen, but perhaps only a small trouble to be handled. He had long ignored the cries of the indebted Queen of Meridian; a child who had been destined air to the throne, a long and undisturbed reign. His placidity remained in her favour - it would be no threat, for Elyon Escanor to wipe her slate. Though perhaps in another time the memories of the inquisitors might have lost her image completely. No. She would easily tame them. "O-oracle."

The Oracle waved his hand, however, to Bolgo. There was something beyond himself, that the Oracle and Kandrakar could not see, and perhaps for only the second time - though time would be an awful word to use - time had been paralysed. And so he sent the elfin man away, and his lidded eyes remained cooly closed: he must have been listening to Quintessence from the moment that time had restarted, but there was a disturbance; something was holding him away. Preventing his sight to her, almost undoubtedly whence alone, though on the rare occasions that she slept, the tears rolled down her cheeks and the wails filled Kandrakar.

A mistake.

Anxiety grew from such wailing, if only for that the Oracle had predicted her death. He had denied any claim that he was wrong, and yet the boy had changed her fates. Not that the congregation had seen such a thing, as it was beyond himself to contain them. And how was he to hear her if they were murmuring! There was something beyond him. Something that the Oracle had found he could not touch.

And it was not Will. Nor the Quintessence boy, though only his actions revealed his function. He had left her, and every day Will Vandom grew weaker. Sicker. Though feeble was uncharacteristic; she would lash out.

Soulmates were an ugly thing.

...

"I had a dream about her. When I was sleeping last night." Julian's eyes shot up, focusing instantly on Caleb's fingers; coarsely laced through his unruly hair, which well needed cut, but he wouldn't say anything. He hadn't been seen in weeks - not, at least, by anyone other than Aldarn, and the frequently visiting Earth Guardian. But he'd sent his apologies to the Queen, and Julian warily opened his mouth, though it snapped shut when Drake's voice loudly filled the room.

"You do it often?" His sharp eyes - which had flashed to Drake - slipped back over the shaking head, and it could be said that Caleb was only tired. He leaned his elbows against the table, and his head against those elbows, and just his movement was enough to infect Julian with morose uncertainty. He knew what Caleb had said. He knew what Caleb had thought of doing. After Caleb had not shown up to Drake's wedding, they knew what he'd done. A glass neatly slid across the table. "It's been pánta."

"Eísai ypervo-" The glass smashed and Caleb jumped; his arm having had misread the distance, and he'd ended up reaching too quickly so that the water now covered the floor beside him. And he only stared, as though he was lost already. "I hate it here."

"You've not been here."

"Agóri mou!" It was nothing, but disheartening that Caleb stood. That there was almost a something; if only a recognition, though Julian swore nearly a smile. When Julian had been thankful for Caleb not to leave.

"Ton Aketon, páo píso sto kreváti.. I- I don't feel well." But Caleb didn't move after all, and a heavy kiss was planted on his forehead, before Aketon ragged at his thick hair and mentioned something of a haircut. And then little conversation got through, but Julian had listened long enough to know that, "I.. I want douleiá... I can't sleep anymore."

...

January had ended, and the chills were retreating with every day; Heatherfield had never been able to hold onto the snowy weather past February, and this year was no different as cool air seeped in along with the smell of rain, clasping desperately into the warmth of her bedroom as Hay Lin pushed closed the window. "Hey, Dad! I'll be back after school!"

"Hay Lin!" Hay Lin's smile fell slightly, though she was still beaming when she turned to her grandmother. Even despite knowing what her gandma was to ask of her. "You remember."

"I wont forget." Her grandma's soft hand cupped her cheek, and Hay Lin's smile grew of fondness, though she could count the lines of age for every day that Will would not speak to Yan Lin. And Will was only partially to blame though; because Hay Lin had stopped passing messages.

It wasn't as though Will would listen anyway. "Tell her today, Hay Lin. Tell her.. I haven't thanked her for your safe return yet."

"Grandma.." Any hesitation, and the slightest squirm would be recognised as embarrassment, but Hay Lin knew better than her grandmother would not have thanked even Caleb - not if he'd risked his own life to save her. Her Grandmother prayed in the night time.

She prayed for Will's heart.

Everyone seemed to be praying for Will's heart.

"Hay Lin.."

"Grandma, I wont forget!"

Eísai ypervolí - You're exaggerating. (Drake had said "It's been forever")

Agóri mou - My boy!

Ton Aketon, páo píso sto kreváti.. I- I don't feel well. - (respectfully) Aketon, I'm going back to bed.. I- I don't feel well.

I want douleiá- I want a job (distraction)