Only an hour later, every magical being known had made their way to the office building that housed the association dedicated to the continued existence of the world as we know it. This association is called the Guardians. All the members of the Guardians sat around the huge round table in the board room of the building. At the head of the table sat the man who made the call, Jackson, and beside him, his boss, Nicole Daie, the one who created the Guardians, fifteen years ago. She is the one who is in constant contact with the U.S. Government, anytime anything important comes up. To her right sat the Vice President of the United States of America, and in front of her, on the speaker phone that sat on the table, was the President.

Nicole Daie stood up and began speaking. “Thank you all for joining me.” she said, as if they wouldn’t have come. “This is an important moment for the world.” As she spoke, translators did their job to relate to the foreign members what she was saying. “We have succeeded in finding the 75% of our future. We have been searching for nearly a decade, and we have finally put a dent in the task we set out to perform.”

In a British accent, a man stood up, “If my people were set to the task we would have already been complete.”

“Sir, as I have told you before, I set up this operation myself and with my own money and time. At the beginning, I didn’t have the money to hire your people, who, according to what I have witnessed, don’t have respect for what we are trying to do here. So I ask you, once again, to allow me to do what I have been trying to do.” the man grunted and sat down. Then she continued. “Our task has been and still is a long and complicated one. We have already done the impossible by connecting a world of people through one cause. Unlike during times of war between nations, we several countries have connected in league against others, we have connected all of them, all countries, angst or none, in effort to save the world against one enemy, one enemy who hasn’t surfaced in many years.”

Once again, Nicole was interrupted. By another man, an American man. “Who is to say that this enemy will resurface? Excuse me for interrupting, but is there any proof that he or it will return?”