![]() The Otherworld had been waiting for centuries for an important prophecy to be uttered. ![]() Turns out a clairvoyant was not a musical instrument, but someone who could see the future and prophesize. ![]() Why would someone hide a clarinet? Aru had asked. The Pandavas had no idea what the targets looked like, but they knew one of them was a clairvoyant. Earlier, Hanuman, their monkey-faced war instructor, and Boo, their pigeon mentor, had told them that somewhere on the Ferris wheel were two people in need of rescuing. Cars honked and inched their way through rush-hour traffic on the street behind them, completely oblivious to the four kids holding glowing weapons. Beyond the wheel loomed the bright, jagged skyline. We need a plan to rescue the targets, and quick.” The three Pandavas and Aiden stood on the street, gazing up at the illuminated Ferris wheel that crowned downtown Atlanta. “I was going to say that you would’ve suffered severe burns, cardiac arrest, possible coma…and yes, potentially, death.” Brynne rolled her eyes. “And then you would’ve-” “Died?” guessed Aiden, Aru, and Brynne at the same time. ![]() “You could’ve electrocuted yourself with that fork!” scolded Mini. She clutched Dee Dee, her Death Danda, and looked around anxiously. “I had eagle ears for a second, remember?” Beside Aiden stood Mini, daughter of the god of the dead. ![]()
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