Two days had passed since Panthro had saved Snoelle from her icy prison, and taken her back to Cat’s Lair. WilyKat, knowing nothing but the briefest summary of what had transpired in his absence while on Third Earth duty, breathed a sigh of relief as the Feliner entered New Thundera’s airspace. "It’s about time I got here," he grumbled. He’d been anxious to get home and meet the mysterious Thundercat, as well as see his sister and his friends again after the six-week long lonely stay on Third Earth guarding Cat’s Lair.

He’d had some company—the first three weeks Pumyra and her daughter Pumari had stayed in the Tower of Omens and Lynx-O had taken their place for the second three weeks—but he still had too much time alone for his own liking. Even worse, the ride back had been bumpy, full of meteor showers and other annoyances, and he really wanted to get back to New Thundera’s Lair and settle back in his real home again. He’d missed hanging around his sister quite a bit. Even though they were both grown now, they were still very close and felt a sense of loss when separated from the other for too long.

Just as the ground beneath him started to come into clear view, something beeped on the control panel of the Feliner. What’s going on, he wondered. The readings showed some kind of strange energy field spreading around the craft. Then he thought he heard a cry, and looked up, startled. He could have sworn he saw WilyKit right in front of him looking horribly burned and scarred. "Help me, WilyKat! I need you," her pitiful voice echoed throughout the cockpit.

"WilyKit?" he repeated in disbelief. His gut instinct cried out to help his sister, but how could that be her?

"I’m down there! Help me!" the anguished vision of his sister cried, and vanished.

WilyKat immediately directed the craft to land, but he was still confused as to how she appeared before him while he was in the air like that. "Great Jaga, she must have sent me some kind of psychic message," he reasoned. And knowing that she didn’t have those kinds of powers normally, he realized that she must be in mortal danger for her spirit to be crying out to him like that. Without wasting the time to ponder the specifics further, he landed the Feliner on the ground below.

He shut down the engines and emerged from the ship. This area seems familiar, he noted as he walked around, scanning intently for any sign of his sister. It was then that he saw the great black pyramid that emanated an air of evil looming nearby. Oh-- that’s why. Mumm-Ra used to be here, before Lion-O defeated him. But he’s gone. He can’t possibly be the one who hurt Kit. Where is she, anyway?

Again WilyKat gave the entire area a look around but still he saw nothing. Then, suddenly, a loud shriek that sounded a lot like his sister rang out, coming from the direction of the pyramid.

She’s in there? WilyKat wondered. But how? Why would she go there?

Then a terrible possibility made itself known in his mind. Maybe she didn’t go there on her own. Maybe someone took her there. He shook his head and pushed away the disturbing thought. No, that’s stupid. Mumm-Ra’s gone. He’s been gone for twelve years now.

WilyKat continued the mental argument with himself for a few moments before deciding to quickly run back to the Feliner and fill in the others on what he was doing. Something about it all didn’t seem right. He walked towards the Feliner, until another pained and gut-wrenching cry from the pyramid halted him in his tracks. That time, WilyKat only heard what he thought was his sister’s pain, and immediately ran towards the pyramid with his pellets in hand. Alerting the Thundercats was forgotten.

The male Thundercat twin found the entrance to the "abandoned" dwelling of evil with little difficulty and wandered inside. He fished a mini flashlight out of his pocket and walked down the corridor, looking for any sign of his sister. "WilyKit?" he called out. "Are you here?"

There was no answer.

"WilyKit!" he called again, this time more loudly. "Hello? Is anyone here? Are you hurt? Where are you?" He kept calling and yelling, and pressed further inside, but only a cold silence greeted him each time. This keeps getting stranger and stranger, WilyKat thought worriedly. If she’s in trouble isn’t able to hear my calls then how come I could hear her screams all the way outside? And why can’t hear anything now?

Finally he came upon the room he had been looking for: Mumm-Ra’s chamber. The ancient tomb appeared empty but not abandoned. WilyKat noticed that the dust was not settled as though it had been undisturbed for as long as twelve years, and eerily, the cauldron still bubbled.

His stomach twisted in fear when he realized the terrible truth. "Oh no. No, no, no, it can’t be..." WilyKat felt a strong evil presence all around him and felt an overpowering urge to run and get out of there. Searching frantically for his sister now, he turned around only to be knocked to the floor by an excruciating blast of energy. Startled, he looked up and saw the charred form of WilyKit standing above him.

"K...Kit?" he stammered, confused.

The figure laughed, a deep and evil feminine laugh unlike any he had heard from his sister before. "Guess again, WilyKat," she sneered mockingly. "I’ll give you a hint. I’m not your sister, but I had these same scars and burns for a long time thanks to a shot you fired from the Thunderstrike say, oh, thirteen or so years ago," the twisted vision of his sister spat hatefully.

WilyKat tried to move but found that he was unable to do so in the force field she had trapped him in. His mind spun as he tried to make sense of her words. 13 years, 13 years, who did I shoot 13 years ago? And it burned her? Someone who knew Mumm-Ra?

Then he remembered... that weird dead Lunatac lady that Mumm-Ra had married or something of the like. The one that had helped Mumm-Ra capture Lion-O, Cheetara, Panthro, Pumyra, and Bengali as well as the Lunatacs and had planned to help Mumm-Ra seal them all in a volcano. He had been riding in the Thunderstrike with Lynx-O to come to their rescue after they’d seen the eye when Lion-O had called for help with the Sword of Omens. From his seat in the pod, he had fired a shot that had pushed the undead woman to her second death into the volcano. But he knew that she was dead, he saw her fall right into the lava. It couldn’t be her…

The figure morphed again into her true form and proved him wrong. "Oh yes it can be, WilyKat. And I’m here to give you a little payback for what you did to me, what all of you did to me. Mumm-Ra and I are going to destroy all of you, for good this time."

"No way," WilyKat argued. "Mumm-Ra’s dead." He wasn’t so sure of that any longer, but he wanted desperately to believe that was still true.

"No, Mumm-Ra’s quite alive," Torlei corrected him. "That’s the definition of ‘ever-living’, Thundercat. It means immortal, just like me and just like my dear Mumm-Ra. We can’t be killed, and you can’t stop us, no matter how many times you have ancient book guardians destroy us or shoot us into volcanoes. I only wish Mumm-Ra was here right now to see the look of utter shock and stupidity on your face right now. In fact, I think I’ll hold you here for a while until my darling ever-living hubby gets back from his travels before I do anything too bad to you."

With that, Torlei focused her mental energies on him and WilyKat was teleported into a set of heavy chains. The undead Lunatac sorceress then held her arms up in supplication before the giant statues in the room and called out a command. "Ancient Spirits of Evil, hold this Thundercat helpless and weak until we have found a proper way to deal with him!" Suddenly the force exerted on WilyKat was quadrupled, and he passed out on the spot.

Within the majestic walls of Cat’s Lair, Panthro headed toward the guest suite that now served as Snoelle’s quarters. They had been given to her as soon as she’d been moved from one of their medical bay’s recovery rooms, after being given a clean bill of health by a local Thunderian doctor. Earlier that day, Lion-O introduced her to the other Thundercats present and told them her story. They were all more than happy to meet her and welcome the past-generation noble back among their ranks as a Thundercat. She was equally honored to be accepted among them, and thanked them for all they had done for her. Afterward she had returned to her new quarters to rest some more, for while she was in good health, she was still somewhat stressed from all the adjustments she had to make. Being freed from the spell was a blessing, but one that came with many harsh surprises, the worst of which was the knowledge that her entire clan was dead and the world as she knew it had changed incredibly. She still needed time by herself to sort through it all and come to terms with it.

Panthro had been in to see her a few times, but he hadn’t yet gotten a chance to see her alone for long. He was on his way to visit her for a second time that day, hoping that that this would be the time he’d finally get a chance to talk with her one on one. His hopes fell when he saw the door was already open, and Lion-O and Snarf were inside talking with her.

Snarf bounced up on his tail when the panther appeared in the doorway. "Rowr, hey Panthro, come on in. Snoelle was telling us about Lord Katan and some of the stuff they did when they were in power, snarf, snarf."

"Hello," Panthro greeted them, and took a seat in an empty chair beside her nightstand.

Snoelle smiled at Panthro, while Lion-O nodded a greeting back to him and asked her another question. "So, Snoelle, you were going to tell us about the mission that led to your imprisonment?"

"Yes," she said with a nod. "As you already know, I had gone to get the MoonSaber from King Mallar. Katan gave me the order so that I might prevent their sword from being used in conjunction with the other swords to destroy all our worlds. I successfully infiltrated their palace and acquired the magical blade, but not without attracting their attention. One of Mallar’s primary advisors in the court, Chillandra, an Ice Sorceress called the Mistress of the Cold, pursued me relentlessly, all the way to the frozen moon. She and I fought a long and tiring battle, and she proved stronger. She trapped me in that magical ice. I still do not know what ever became of the MoonSaber," she ended with a wistful note in her voice.

She glanced away for a moment, and then turned to meet Lion-O’s eyes, her own heavy with shame. "Please tell me, was the destruction of Thundera the result of my failure?"

"No, that had nothing to do with it," Panthro interrupted. "No one knows what happened to the MoonSaber, other than that Chillandra hid it. No one knows what happened to her either, according to the Book of Omens."

Snoelle sighed. "I do not deserve to be a Thundercat any longer, failing my Lord the way I did."

"Don’t be ridiculous, you did all you could! That’s all anyone could have asked of you," Snarf assured her.

Snoelle smiled at the furred creature. "I wish I could have the faith in myself that you have in me, loyal Snarf."

A thoughtful look crossed Lion-O’s features. "I wonder if we should make it our mission to find this MoonSaber now. With the Sword of Plundarr last seen in Mumm-Ra’s hands, it’s a good bet that he still has it, if he exists at all, or it’s in the hands of his masters. It would be easy for him or another disciple of the Ancient Spirits of Evil to incite a rage in the MoonSaber’s holder against us and then participate himself, fulfilling the criteria of three warring sides that the legend speaks of. With the involvement of that kind of magic, our world could be theoretically destroyed again."

Panthro frowned. "Didn’t we essentially do Mumm-Ra in with that last battle where you fought him inside the Book of Omens?"

"Mumm-Ra has a bad habit of turning up alive and well just when we think he’s gone," Lion-O noted with a sigh. "I’ll confer with the others on finding the MoonSaber, and see what they say about it. If it still remains hidden after all this time, perhaps it would be best to leave well enough alone." Lion-O started to the door and motioned for Snarf to follow. "Come on Snarf, I want you to help me on this one."

"Okay, snarf snarf," Snarf agreed, and walked out with Lion-O.

Panthro was glad that he was finally left alone with Snoelle for a few minutes. The snow leopard looked up at him, seriousness sparkling in her emerald eyes. "You’re disappointed, meeting me in the flesh, aren’t you?" she said.

"No way!" Panthro exclaimed. "Meeting you a disappointment? How could I be? You’re even more beautiful in life. I owe you so much."

"But I am a failure, defeated by my enemy, and unsuccessful in a mission of incredible importance. From what I was told, my failure led to my clan not allowing any more of my kind to be represented among the Thundercat nobles… it caused a rift so great that it even led to their own demise when they refused to leave the doomed Thundera with the other clans," Snoelle lamented.

Panthro took her hand and forced her to meet his eyes. "Listen to me. You’re a heroine, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You went out of your way deep into enemy territory to try and stop an apocalyptic situation, and some frosty bitch caught you off guard and iced you. That’s the truth. That doesn’t make you a failure, it makes you mortal. Mortals aren’t perfect, and they make mistakes. Look at me, I wasn’t even on duty and I managed to crash on the frozen moon because I didn’t think ahead that my ship might have needed cold-proofing. Now that’s dumb," he insisted with a hint of a smile.

"A minor error in judgment," Snoelle pointed out with a shake of her head. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"And neither do you," he asserted, sitting next to her, holding her hand. He noticed that she radiated the same warm energy her spirit had.

Snoelle smiled back at him. "How was I lucky enough to find such a fine man as you?" she asked, gazing upon him fondly.

"You saved my dangblasted butt," Panthro replied, and they both laughed.

"Tell me, how much of your dream of me do you remember?" she questioned him, a faint smile touching her lips.

Panthro looked at her intently, and his desire for her filled him again. "Everything. Every detail," he answered, leaning close to her. Their eyes locked as they recalled the interlude between them in the dream.

"You are a passionate man," she whispered huskily.

"You’re an exciting woman," he replied, and kissed her.

Their lips lingered on one another’s for several moments before they reluctantly broke apart. "You have been alone a long time, haven’t you, away from a lover’s touch?"

"Too long," he answered honestly.

Snoelle brushed her fingertips along his handsome feline jaw, and gazed deeply into his eyes. "I sense in you a kindred spirit, someone who is the same as I am deep down. Do you feel it too? Is that why I am so drawn to you that I would seduce you in your dreams?"

"I haven’t been able to forget you since we met, since you saved me. I don’t know. I don’t have the gift of a sixth sense. I just know how I feel." He could feel his heart pounding as he spoke. "I think that somehow our minds met, and fate took over. It doesn’t matter how, it just matters that we’re here now. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel like you and I have some sort of destiny to work out."

"I agree. I feel like I’ve finally come home," Snoelle replied, and smiled. The couple embraced.

Miles away, an ancient mummy stared into the cauldron deep in the heart of his black pyramid. He had just returned from more observations on the goings on in the minds of the residents of the MoonTower, and he was now staring into the waters of his pool to find out what was going on with the Thundercats. Specifically, he watched the scene of everyone talking to Snoelle in her quarters. "So," Mumm-Ra remarked, "the lost snow leopard Thundercat still lives, and she’s returned to Cat’s Lair."

"Mumm-Ra, darling, surely you have better things to do than spy on those miserable felines all day?" Torlei said with a wry grin when she heard him talking, seemingly to himself.

Mumm-Ra lifted his eyes from the mystical waters to meet her gaze. "The Thundercats have saved one of their ancients, encased in magic ice on the Ice Moon of Plundarr by a snow sorceress ages ago."

"Oh, how touching," Torlei said sarcastically.

"That is not the important part," Mumm-Ra said, somewhat grouchy at her cavalier attitude. "She told them a story that is of great interest to us, and how we might rise to rule again now that we have been restored to power by the Ancient Spirits of Evil. Combined with some insight I got from the dreams of a troubled psychic Lunar-Plundarrian I learned a few nights ago, I think I have found a way to get back what we want. I can finally destroy the Thundercats, and you can get even with all of those that wronged you in the last battle you fought," Mumm-Ra told her.

"Since those damn Thundercats and my worthless brother and his friends forced me into a volcano and left me for dead—again—you mean," Torlei muttered.

"Yes, well, you recovered from that, haven’t you?" Mumm-Ra said, and walked toward his ever-living bride. "They still don’t know that you survived since you retired to a very long rest after your unfortunate fall. Slumbering all those years has made you much stronger now."

Torlei laughed. "Well one of them knows now. I captured a pet for us. The one they call ‘WilyKat’. He was a boy when I last saw the Thundercats, but he’s grown now. No one even knows he’s missing yet," she said with a smug grin. "What should we do with him?"

Mumm-Ra’s eyes blazed at this announcement. "Is he contained?" the mage asked suspiciously. He didn’t want his partner’s independent and rather impulsive action destroying his carefully laid plans.

"Of course, darling. He’s unconscious. He’s not going anywhere."

"Good. We can use him later. But for now, let’s keep him as our little secret." He made his way to her side and took her hand in his bandaged one. "Anyway, I have found a way that we might destroy all our enemies, have revenge, and retain ultimate power over all their worlds."

"And how will we do that?" she asked.

"By using the discovery of the MoonSaber, the third sword, to our advantage. It is equal in power to the Sword of Plundarr and the Sword of Omens."

This time it was Torlei’s eyes that glowed scarlet with interest. "The mystic sword of the Lunatac race."

Mumm-Ra nodded. "There is a prophecy involving that sword and the others. When used to fight together, their magical power can unite the worlds in peace. But when used against one another, they can devastate all the worlds, and leave the victor to rule what is left."

"Yes, but the MoonSaber was lost years ago, hidden for its own good by a sorceress, according to legend," Torlei told him.

An evil grin spread across Mumm-Ra’s decayed face. "Ah, but the Thundercats do not yet know that the MoonSaber was recovered from its hiding spot. It is now in care of its rightful master, Prince Silvian of the Moons of Plundarr. All we must do is convince Silvian to attack Lion-O and the rest of the Thundercats, and then get the Mutant Ratar-O to attack both groups with the Sword of Plundarr while we recite the Incantation of Destruction as they fight. Thundera, Plundarr, and its Moons will all be destroyed, and you and I will rule what remains in ultimate and undisputed power. As an added bonus, I’ll get to watch Lion-O unwittingly do himself in, and you’ll be able to watch a descendant of Luna’s participate in his own destruction as well. And even better, Luna, your brother and the other Lunatacs with whom you used to associate will also be there to witness the destruction. Firsthand they will all, along with the Thundercats, be destroyed by Lion-O’s actions. An entertaining irony, if you think about it."

Torlei laughed maniacally. "Oh darling, how I can’t wait to make those fools bow before the mighty Torlei—and you, of course, my dear Mumm-Ra."

Mumm-Ra cackled. "Of course…" The sinister couple joined their hands in wicked delight and looked down into the cauldron. The murky water filled with images of the Thundercats, the MoonTower, and flashes of Mutants from Plundarr. The visions swirled together and blurred, creating a magnificent light that looked like a destructive explosion. When it cleared only Mumm-Ra and Torlei were reflected back. "...and in the end, only we will remain to rule in evil."

Sitting a table in the MoonTower’s library with a pile of books between them, Frostor and Luna were deep in the midst of a discussion. The two were talking about history, something each of them held a great interest in. Luna seemed more relaxed than she had been in years. Although their first meeting hadn’t gone well, she had come to like Frostor quite a bit. She found his wit entertaining and he seemed to understand her personality better than most. It also fed her ego to know that he had spent years studying her and her crimes before the disasters had put him in the position of leading the military branch of the government beneath the Queen and Prince.

The two Lunatacs were discussing the possibilities of the newly recovered MoonSaber when Psiarik walked into the room. The morning sunlight shone brightly through the windows, but Psiarik’s mood was darker than it had been in months. It was the third night in a row he’d had the awful dream again, and each time it got more graphic and vivid. He honestly didn’t think he could handle it again if he had to face the image of his beloved Selene dying and the world ending while he could do nothing but helplessly watch.

Frostor looked up when he walked in. "You look like hell," the ice general remarked.

"I feel like it," Psiarik said back, not bothering to take offense to the truth. "It’s getting so I can’t sleep anymore without these damned dreams."

"What kind of dreams?" Luna asked. She set down the book she’d been browsing. An inscription on the cover of the leather-bound volume immediately caught Psiarik’s attention, and the color drained from his face when he read it.

Frostor noted his haunted expression and met his gaze. "What’s going on with you? You’re acting even stranger than usual."

"That inscription," Psiarik said, pointing to Luna’s book. "‘When the past becomes the present and the ancient struggle is set in motion, only what seems impossible can stop the inevitable’."

Luna laughed. "Oh, that? Those ancient prophets got a kick out of being cryptic."

Frostor couldn’t help but laugh with her. "Well, what fun would it have been for them to say anything outright?"

"That’s a prophecy?" Psiarik asked, fighting a feeling of dread. "Someone’s been saying that in my dreams. A voice I don’t recognize always says it right before I wake up. I’ve never heard it anywhere else though."

Frostor’s expression grew serious. "That’s part of the prophecy of the end of our world. Part of the legend of the swords. You’ve been dreaming about that?"

"What can I say, I’m a depressing kind of guy," he remarked, waving his hand dismissively.

"No, this is serious," Frostor said, moving into the seat next to him. "You’ve been getting psychic images at the same time we find the MoonSaber? You must tell us all you can remember about this dream immediately. It might mean that something big is happening. Why didn’t you tell us sooner?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know that was a prophecy? I thought it was just part of my messed up nightmare," the Psi man said with a tired sigh. "It always starts out the same. It’s my memory of the day of the eruption, the day Thundera’s explosion hit our moons. I see over and over again my house fall into the chasm, and then this strange new part starts. I’m watching Selene fighting some red-haired lion Thundercat and some Rat-Mutant, with these two cloaked corpses in the background chanting something I can’t understand. Then suddenly the swords all turn into one sword, and Selene, the Thundercat, and the Rat-Mutant all fall dead. I try to stop them, but an earthquake stops me just like it did during the eruption. Then my father—you know, Alluro—is standing over me and he has this weird expression on his face. He says ‘destiny’ and then I look away, and another voice calls out that prophecy line about the impossible stopping the inevitable. Then I wake up all freaked out. I thought it was just some kind of messed up subconscious thing about my father showing up. At least that’s what Selene says it is."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t."

Luna frowned. "Alluro told me that you two still haven’t spoken."

"That’s because I have nothing to say to him. All we share is the same DNA, and I’d like to keep it that way," Psiarik replied coolly.

"Why?" Luna asked. "I know he’s not a model father by any stretch—gods know, I’ve had to put up with him for years and he annoys me at least twice a day—but I do think he is genuinely interested in getting to know you. He’s just too proud to do anything about it."

Frostor let out a knowing laugh as he looked at Psiarik. "Gee, no similarity there!"

Psiarik glared at Frostor. "Shut up."

"If there were any shrinks left on this moon, you’d make a perfect head case for them," Silvian remarked as he entered the room with Selene, Chilla, and Vultureman behind him.

"No one asked you," Psiarik snapped back at his brother in law.

"Oh, get over yourself," Silvian retorted.

Frostor snorted knowingly. "If he did that, Silvian, he’d have to admit he was wrong. And we both know the chances of that happening."

Psiarik glared at Frostor. "Oh, so now I’m your target too? Thanks a lot."

Selene let out a sigh of exasperation and stepped in the middle of them to break up the argument. "Can’t we please stop all this bickering?"

"Of course we can," Frostor said contritely.

"Yeah, right," Psiarik said, still clearly annoyed. "I think I’m going to go out and get some air. Let me know when Silvian decides to advance past the mental age of a ten year old," he said, and walked out.

Silvian rolled his eyes. "And he’s acting like an adult, right?"

"He hasn’t slept right in days," Selene said. "Give him a break."

"I hate to tell you this, Sis, but maybe because he’s so screwed up and repressed he’s finally about to snap."

Selene glared at her brother. Silvian’s face showed a hint of remorse, but still retained its stubborn look. "Sorry Selene….but he doesn’t have to take his issues out on us. If he’d just go and deal with his whole long lost father thing, he’d be a lot easier for all of us to live with."

"I don’t think that’s the only reason," Frostor interrupted. "From what he told me, he’s been having prophetic dreams about the MoonSaber. I think some force knows that it’s been found and is conspiring to destroy us."

"Let it try," Silvian challenged, instinctively gripping the handle of the MoonSaber. "No one’s getting this sword from me, and I’m not about to start any Incantation of Destruction. No matter how much those stupid Thunderians and Mutants tick me off, I’d never risk us just to stick it to them."

Selene began to feel apprehensive as she contemplated the inherent power in the sword, and how easy it would be for someone evil to use it to destroy them all. "This Mumm-Ra you mentioned, Aunt Luna, Vultureman—he wouldn’t try to take the sword you don’t think?"

"Mumm-Ra would do anything to destroy Lion-O, including take out two planets and five moons. And Torlei isn’t too fond of me since I killed her, either," Luna said bluntly.

"You killed her?" Frostor asked Luna with surprise. The fact that Luna was a killer didn’t shock him, but the fact that she’d murdered one of her own group, a group that she was apparently rather devoted to, did.

"Self defense," Luna told him. "She was trying to kill us all and I fired a laser at her to stop her. The blast killed her."

"This may be a stupid question, but if she’s dead how can she do anything?" Silvian asked.

Luna met her younger relative’s gaze. "Mumm-Ra raised her from the dead and married her in some black magic ceremony, and now she’s some kind of weird undead creature. We think she was destroyed years ago when she fell into a volcano, but if she was really ‘ever-living’ like Mumm-Ra, I wouldn’t be too sure of that fact."

Chilla, who had been silent in observing the others’ discussion until now, looked up in surprise. "You never said you thought she was alive before, Luna."

Luna made a face. "Do you think I would say that in front of Alluro so we could listen to him obsess about his sister for the last thirteen years? I don’t think so, Chilla, and I don’t think you should either."

Chilla nodded in agreement. "Besides, if Mumm-Ra was going to try anything, he probably would have by now, right?"

"Right," Luna agreed uneasily.

Silvian, Selene, and Frostor seemed comforted by that statement. Vultureman, on the other hand knew better, but chose not to say anything. Things were tense enough in the MoonTower already without making Frostor all paranoid about ancient prophecies coming to life, worrying Selene about evil immortal mummies, or having Silvian get all riled up about bad guys attacking and how he’d get to act all tough and kick ass with his new sword. The vulture didn’t want to deal with any more odd behavior out of the loony Lunatacs he now resided with. In his opinion, they were already strange enough when they weren’t acting out of sorts.