A great tragedy had struck The Ancient One and his associates. Somehow the creatures of Darkness had gotten through their shields and destroyed the physical form of one of their children. Now that child desperately needed to be replaced, for she was key to their future operations. Some of The Ancient One's greatest operatives had come to his house and they were discussing the matter.
"I think we've got only one possibility," The Ancient One finally put in. "We've got to find a new body for the one we've lost, a child approximately her age that will live as long as she would've lived, and we have to exchange their souls. With the tremendous power that we have at this time we should be able to do it."
"Should be able, and able," one of his workers put in, "sometimes is two very different things. But we'll begin an immediate search for an appropriate body. But how will we get her back to her parents?"
"That's something we'll have to work out," The Ancient One answered.
His workers departed. A few days later his workers came back, obviously frustrated.
"What's the matter?" The Ancient One asked.
"We've found the perfect candidate," one of his female workers answered, "almost exactly the same age as the one that was lost. Her mother is dying and she does not want to stay in the world without her. She is willing to let us have her body. But we can't make the switch. We just don't have the power. We think the creatures of Darkness put some kind of energy in our lost one's soul that's blocking our power. Only you would have the power to overcome it."
"Great!" The Ancient One moaned. "And there's so many borderlines in that city that if I was to go there I would create untold havoc! You know what happened the last time I tried to perform a mission. We were barely able to contain the negative energy and keep people from killing themselves, and I couldn't raise the power to do what we wanted to do. Without protectors I am helpless. I am more of a danger than a help. Well, there's nothing else. There's nothing we can do. We'll have to call this a defeat. It's just beyond our power. This time the dark ones have overcome us. It won't happen again!"
"It's too bad we couldn't simply get them and the child together," another female worker put in. She would not be quite as strong as the one we lost. But she would be very powerful in her own right."
"That is something we can work on," The Ancient One agreed. "It is a hope. It would give us something. But that I am trapped within my power zone is becoming more and more of a nuisance. Even God cannot help because it is one of our people, and He would not be able to make the transfer. Sometimes the frustration is maddening!"
"Absolutely!" one of the male associates added. "If I was in your position I would most likely go mad! I do not know how you deal with it."
"Not very well sometimes," The Ancient One answered. "But keep the alternative project in mind. See if there's some possibility of bringing the child and the people together. There will be problems because she is light skinned and they are dark. But those could be overcome. All efforts are to be put forth to get me a protector, even a temporary one. I want this foul creature! I want to personally rip her apart and send her to the oblivion that has waited for her far too long!"
"Ow!" one of the female associates moaned. "That foul thing just doesn't realize its committed suicide! Your will be done!"
Everybody quickly departed. The Ancient One got up, got dressed, and went outside staring up at the stars for a few minutes. "There's got to be a way!" he muttered, "There's got to be a way of reaching them. There's got to be a way of breaking through! Failure is not an option. It's simply not an option!" He stared at the stars a few more minutes, then went back to bed. His words echoed through the eather around the world. "There has to be a way! There has to be a way!" Many felt it and knew what it was, muttering the same response. "There has to be a way!"

This isn't fiction, but we needed some place to put it. Prince Harry is visiting The United States and everybody is asking "What does Princess Diana thinnk of it?" Princess Diana wishes very much that we could get in contact with him and tell him she wants him to abdicate, become a politician and perhaps some day, prime minister, serve the people in a legitimate way, not as a royal. She still wishes Camilla would have a son and that he would become the heir. This would devastate the queen, the child of a divorced woman taking the throne! Diana still feels the queen destroyed Charles' life by forcing him to marry her instead of the woman he loved because of her royal filth. We hate to see such bitterness still continue but Diana swears she will never greet the queen, she will never acknowledge her. There will never be a relationship between them, and she wants her sons out of the royal hell. There's some things you just can't fix.