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OBLIVION II

Taking place 19 years after the fight between Zoar and Arthimus, OBLIVION II follows Zane Malite. Zane is the son of Zoar and Kasstia. Unable to solve the mystery of his father's death, Zane is faced with another problem: that he could be a greater threat than Arthimus was. Zane teams with his childhood friend, Phoebe, his uncle Daryl Goldenart and more to take down the threat. instagram --- ethan.the.artist.guy_ YouTube --- Flaccid Pancake

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Chapter 3 : ALMOST WITH US

Zane hung up the phone and jumped onto his motorcycle.

Kasstia was awake. His mom. He hasn't spoken to her and got a response in so long.

Zane was there that night. The night where his father died and his mother went into an endless sleep. Zane jumped out the window after hearing his mother scream to go find help that night. He found Daryl who happened to be in Seistix where they used to live.

Zane was speeding down the road to the hospital now.

He was thinking of anything but the fact that Dr. J said she was awake.

Zane drifted on the curve right before the hospital and skidded into the parking lot.

He jumped off the bike. His phone started ringing again but he didn't answer it.

He ran through the front lobby, startling the people in there.

Instead of taking the elevator, Zane ran up the stairs to floor 18 where Kasstia's room was.

Zane has been very athletic since he was able to walk, so running up the stairs only made him break a few sweats.

He ran to Kasstia's room as soon as he reached the floor and swung the door open.

"Mom!" Zane said, startling Dr. J who was about to walk out.

Zane looked behind him and saw Kasstia was still asleep.

"What's going on? You said she was awake!" Zane said, grabbing Dr. J by his jacket.

"I tried to tell you on the phone! I worded it wrong! I meant she was mentally aware of everything now! I tried to call you again just earlier but you didn't answer!" Dr. J shoved Zane off of him.

Zane calmed down and scratched his head.

"Sorry... what do you mean she's mentally aware?" Zane asked, closing the door.

"I was analyzing her brain and noticed weird signals coming back to me from her brain." Dr. J turned to Kasstia.

"What do you mean 'weird signals'?" Zane walked up beside Dr. J.

"It's like she's trying to communicate with us... unfortunately, it's going to be almost impossible to understand what she's trying to say." Dr. J grabbed his glasses off of the table beside Kasstias bed and put them on.

"Almost impossible?" Zane said.

"The only person who could understand what she's trying to say is Magofiss Kleo and well..." Dr. J was looking at Zane.

"Yeah, I know. He's dead." Zane said and walked up to Kasstia's bed.

Magofiss died of suicide 4 years ago. He was in a very deep depression. His wife was murdered along with their 5 children who were ages 3, 5, 6, 10, and 14. The murderer is still unknown.

"Well... looks like I should head back home." Zane was holding Kasstia's hand.

"I'm sure you already know, but Daryl will be here tomorrow. He knows more about all of this than me so maybe he'll know something about those signals." Dr. J put a hand on Zane's shoulder.

"I hope so."

•••

Phoebe was walking to her bedroom. She had just finished cleaning up from the dinner she had with Zane. She was still a bit down after failing another attempt to confess her feelings.

It was 7:03 PM.

She had some writing to do on her novel.

She was turning into her bedroom and suddenly she stubbed her toe.

"EEP!" She let out a quick scream and cursed in her mind.

Suddenly the vase that was sitting on a small table in her room started shaking a little.

She stopped hurting some and looked at her toe. It was fine. She then heard the shaking. She looked up and it was beginning to stop. She looked at it with confusion and in slight fear of a haunting. She slowly walked towards the vase.

"Did I hit the wall that hard?..." she asked herself.

The vase was not moving now and Phoebe picked it up. She looked in it to see if anything was in it. Nothing.

"I guess I did hit the wall hard?" Phoebe said.

She put the vase down and walked to her desk.

She ended up writing until 9:53 PM that night.

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