"Miraculous 17"

[Timeseeker]

[Divine Coordinates]

Funneh stepped out of HQ, the cool evening breeze rustling her hair as she made her way to the marbled steps just outside. She sat down, her hands resting on her knees, feeling the cold stone beneath her. She needed to focus.

Taking a deep breath, Funneh closed her eyes and began to channel her energy. She felt the raw power coursing through her, her connection to the divine elements of the world stirring within. Her mind began to clear, focusing solely on the task at hand: using Divine Intervention to pinpoint the exact location of impending danger.

She reached deeper, summoning the inner strength that connected her to the cosmic forces. Slowly, her thoughts sharpened like a lens coming into focus, and soon enough, she tapped into her coordinate-finding abilities. A faint glow enveloped her body as she synced with the higher dimensions, her mind tracing lines across the fabric of reality, searching for a disturbance.

Suddenly, she found it—a flicker of chaos, a crime about to take place. It felt like a pulse, a ripple of negativity she could sense through the energy field. She focused on it, zeroing in on the precise location. Her eyes opened, glowing faintly with the divine power she had summoned.

Raising her hand, Funneh called upon the cosmic forces again, summoning the energy that allowed her to bridge the gap between worlds. In an instant, a beam of light—almost too pure and radiant to be from the human realm—manifested above her, its origin seemingly from a higher dimension. It was a direct channel of her divine energy, focused with precision.

The beam shot out, slicing through the sky with a crackling hum. It was fast, impossibly fast, and she knew it would strike its target with flawless accuracy.

As the light disappeared into the horizon, Funneh stood up, feeling the weight of her power recede slightly. She had intervened. The beam would stop the crime before it even began, a preemptive strike against chaos.

[Later...]

Funneh checked her phone, waiting for confirmation. Moments later, a notification appeared: Potential robbery thwarted. Villains apprehended without casualties.

A small smile formed on her lips. It had worked. She had intervened in time.

But even as the satisfaction of a job well done filled her, a nagging thought pulled at the back of her mind. What if Nexus had anticipated this? What if all of this—the divine powers, the Meta-Divine Intervention—was part of something bigger? Something that even her strongest abilities couldn't touch?

Brushing off the doubt for now, she started walking down the street, her eyes scanning the quiet city. She wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

[Later….]

After leaving the HQ, Funneh made her way back toward the school. The streets were quieter now, with only a few cars passing by and the occasional pedestrian rushing home. As she approached the school gates, the weight of everything she had learned started to press down on her, threatening to overwhelm her thoughts. Meta-Divine Intervention, her mother's legacy, Nexus's looming threat—it was all too much. She just needed a moment to escape, to clear her mind.

Funneh slipped through the school grounds, her steps soft and deliberate. The late hour meant that most of the students and staff had gone home, leaving the place still and empty. She wandered past the buildings, across the quiet courtyards, until she found herself in a secluded corner behind the main hall—an old garden bench under the shadow of a large oak tree. It felt peaceful here, almost untouched by the world's chaos.

She sat down, letting the cool evening air wrap around her. The silence was comforting, but it wasn't enough. Funneh wanted more. She wanted the world to slow down, to pause for just a moment so she could think clearly.

Closing her eyes, she reached deep into her powers once more, feeling the familiar pull of water-based energy surging through her. She raised her hand to the sky, focusing on the clouds above. Her connection to Aqualis, her water-themed LumiSprite, flowed through her like a river of calm. Slowly, gently, she summoned the rainfall.

Dark clouds began to gather over Washington, D.C., swirling and thickening as Funneh called upon the atmosphere. The first drops of rain fell lightly, almost cautiously, as if testing the air. Then, gradually, the rainfall intensified—soft, steady, rhythmic. It wasn't a storm. No thunder, no lightning, just the soothing sound of rain pattering against the city.

Funneh exhaled, feeling the tension in her body release with each drop that fell. The rain was her sanctuary, a way to drown out the noise of the world. As the steady drizzle spread over the city, Funneh leaned back on the bench, letting the gentle hum of the rain surround her like a lullaby. It was as if the water washed away the heaviness in her heart, leaving behind only peace and quiet.

The city below her, unaware of the source of the rain, slowed down in its own way. People hurried indoors, seeking shelter from the sudden shower. Car horns grew distant, and the usually bustling streets became hushed under the weight of the rainfall.

Funneh watched the droplets fall, one after another, creating ripples in the small puddles forming around her. She closed her eyes again, listening to the soft drumming sound of the rain hitting the leaves above her. It was almost hypnotic, lulling her into a calm state. For the first time in what felt like forever, Funneh allowed herself to relax.

With the rain as her companion, Funneh drifted off into a light sleep, her thoughts quiet and her mind at ease. She would deal with everything—Nexus, the Meta-Divine Intervention, the truth about her mother—tomorrow. For now, she just wanted this moment of peace, a break from the chaos of being a hero.

The rainfall continued over Washington, D.C., casting a peaceful, quiet atmosphere over the city as Funneh slept, hidden away in her small corner of the school.

[Later….]

As the rain drizzled softly over the city, Funneh remained in her light sleep, cocooned by the peaceful sounds of her own creation. The quiet rhythm was all she needed right now, away from the noise and the weight of responsibility. But her moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, soft but unmistakable. Someone was approaching.

René Dupré stepped through the rain, his shadowy figure illuminated by the faint glow of streetlights in the distance. He had been tracking Funneh ever since she left the HQ, sensing something was off about her mood. His own powers allowed him to move through the shadows effortlessly, and with his new LumiSprite, Umbra, he had become even more attuned to those who sought solitude in the darkness.

He stopped a few feet away from the bench where Funneh sat, watching her for a moment. She looked so peaceful, so unlike the strong and confident hero she always appeared to be. René had seen this side of her before—the one she kept hidden from the world, buried under layers of heroism and duty.

He took a step closer. "Funneh," he called softly, his voice almost drowned out by the rain. "I know things have been tough lately. You don't have to go through this alone."

Funneh stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she glanced up at René. Her face, once serene, now hardened as she sat up. She sighed, knowing that he was trying to help, but she wasn't in the mood for company. Not now.

"René, I appreciate it, but... I need space," she said, her voice calm but firm. She stood up, brushing off the rain-soaked bench. The rain continued to fall, almost as if mimicking her emotions—calm but persistent.

René frowned slightly, his concern evident. "You don't have to do this on your own, Funneh. Whatever's going on, we can figure it out together."

Funneh shook her head. "I know you mean well, but I don't want to talk about it. Not now. I just need to be alone."

René hesitated, the shadows around him flickering as Umbra's power stirred in response to his emotions. He could feel her pulling away, emotionally and physically, and though it wasn't the first time, it still hurt. He wanted to be there for her, to help shoulder some of the burdens she carried, but Funneh had always been the type to push others away when she needed them the most.

"If you ever change your mind," René started, his voice softer now, "I'll be around."

Funneh gave a brief nod, but her eyes were already scanning the area, looking for a deeper, more hidden place where she could retreat. Without another word, she turned and walked further into the school grounds, her footsteps quickening as she sought out the quietest corner she could find.

René watched her go, feeling a pang of helplessness. He could shadow her if he wanted to, but something inside him told him to respect her wishes this time. She needed this—needed to be alone. Even if it hurt him to let her go, he wouldn't force his presence on her.

As Funneh disappeared into the darkness, she found a small, almost forgotten part of the school—a hidden courtyard behind the old gymnasium, overgrown with ivy and abandoned equipment. It was the kind of place no one visited anymore, except perhaps for maintenance workers who occasionally cleaned up the debris.

It was perfect.

She sat down under an old, crumbling archway, the rain still falling softly around her. Funneh closed her eyes again, summoning more rain to wash away the heaviness in her heart. Here, in this secluded corner, she could truly be alone—away from the world, away from her duties, and away from anyone who might try to comfort her.

The rain intensified, masking her presence even more, as Funneh allowed herself to disappear into the quiet.

[End]

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