Dr. Alma entered her office. Her antennae twitched when she suddenly heard a loud hum above her head for a moment before it was replaced with a soft chuckle. The doctor blinked in surprise the moment she looked up.

“Oh, hello!” the strange being grinned deviously as he floated above Dr. Alma’s head, "I am Wyatt, the deity of chaos and smarts. I am sure that the head deity had told you about me, right?”

“Greetings. Guardian Delle has mentioned you before,” the nebulanian admitted, “I must admit that I didn’t expect any of the other deities to come visit, let alone you…”

“Aww, but why wouldn’t you?” the deity asked in the same tone people often use when speaking to young children or animals, “It’s true that I, or the other deities, won’t normally waste their time with mere mortals…but, you aren’t a mere mortal!”

“…That’s true, I am one of the members of Guardian Delle’s Sword. A part of her soul is inside of us…”

“Oh, so she never said something else in particular about you?”

“No, she never had,” Dr. Alma shook her head before she frowned, “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, what a shame,” Wyatt clicked his tongue in disappointment, “I guess she wanted it to be a surprise…”

“…You are not making any sense,” the nebulanian’s voice was a bit shaky for a moment, “Was is it about me that made me different?”

“But my dear Alma, I don’t want to spoil the surprise. I also need to leave before Delle finds out I am in her galaxy and talking to you. She’s protective of all eight of you. Tata!” the deity of chaos waved before he snapped his fingers and vanished without a trace.

“That was peculiar…” the nebulanian frowned before she sat by her desk. She paged through the files that were on her desk as Wyatt’s words echoed in her mind…

The End