Prophecy

Year's End.

Tiffany had barely felt her finger break in the heat of the Match and the joy of taking the House Cup. James's pain she felt for the barest instant. The event that caused her heart to stop and nearly made her lose her grip on her Broomstick was losing the touch of James in the links, and their Soulbond.

For eighteen months, James had been there in her head. Waking, sleeping, it didn't matter what she was doing or when, James was there. Every thought, feeling, emotion, anything that passed through her had been doubled, and suddenly there was nothing.

A fear deeper than anything she'd ever felt immobilized her for a split second, then her head tracked on the last place she'd felt him. Her heart nearly stopped again as she saw him falling, and she dove, pushing the Starblade in a race against gravity.

Rose had not been as scared when James had been jerked out of the link, but then she had felt him knocked unconscious at least three times before this. Rose had been much closer to James, and she dove after his limp form. She vaguely noted the rest of Chimera heading their way, but her attention was on James.

In the stands, a frozen crowd watched the two girls closest to James racing to catch him before he reached the ground. Hangeld and the Chasers were too far away to help, and Adam, who had been on the ground, was far too low to do any good.

Rose was the first to reach James, and she reached out, grabbing him by the robes as she started braking, slowing his fall. Tiffany arrived a second later, and the two girls lowered him to Adam, who had been the next to arrive. The three of them carefully laid James on the ground, and barely had time to get out of the way, as Melissa arrived and started examining him.

Mercy and the other Manticore Mediwizards were pushing their way through the crowd, and as word spread from the people that had seen what happened, more Manticores joined them. In just a few minutes, all of the Manticores were heading for the Pitch, and they were not happy.

Professor Dumbledore was sitting in the stands with Professors Snape, McGonagall, Potter and Moody, as well as Madame Potter, who had already joined the group heading for the Pitch. "I think," said Professor Dumbledore, "that we had better go down there as well. Mr. Evans's friends do not look pleased with this turn of events." The Professors had an easier time getting through the crowd than the Manticores did.

On the Pitch, Melissa was exploring the large soft spot in James's skull with Magic and her hands. She frowned as they both told her that James was in serious trouble. A circular section nearly four inches across the back of his head had been crushed, and there were bone fragments and blood pooling in his skull, putting pressure on his brain, and tearing more of the brain tissue, as the fragments shifted.

Melissa was trying to remember a spell that would stabilize James until Madame Potter got here, because this level of injury was far beyond Melissa's current skill. As James's vital signs slowed even more Melissa felt something inside her burst, and a sudden heat washed through her, erasing her panic and worry. The heat moved down her arms and into her hands, which began to glow a deep green. She pushed the glow into James's injury, and the Healing talent began restoring and repairing the injury in James's head.

Melissa couldn't explain how she did what she did with the Healing talent, anymore than James and Tiffany could explain the Soulbond. She watched, seeing the injuries inside James's head disappear as the fragments were eased out, and fitted back together like a jigsaw puzzle. At the same time, the brain tissue was repaired and any other damage was wiped away, as if it had never happened.

She looked up at Tiffany, feeling the panic pounding at the link. "He'll be fine," she said, trying to calm that panic.

Relief washed through the link, and then Tiffany heard Emma's thoughts. Emma's shields were iffy at best, and the angrier she got, the worse her shields got. She had seen what Marlin did, and Tiffany saw the scene in her mind.

The white-hot fury that washed through the link erased everything else in an instant. Tiffany found Marlin, and started towards him, with her wand in her hand. The thoughts in her head made Chimera pale, and except for Rose and Melissa, they took after Tiffany.

Professor Flitwick, who had taken Marlin in hand as soon as the boy landed, saw the approaching girl and had no problem figuring out what she was going to do. "Miss Potter, stop," he called and she didn't hear him at all. "Miss Potter, stop right there."

Tiffany barely glanced at him as she continued her stalking of Marlin. Remembering what had happened the last time these two children were angry, Professor Flitwick did the only logical thing. He cast "Interclusio" on Tiffany. (A/N: Interclusio: stopping or blocking. Source: http://catholic.archives.nd.edu/)

Tiffany froze as the spell caught her, and the fury edged higher inside her. She started moving again, slowly, as if she was under water, or wearing heavy weights on her arms and legs, but she was moving. The rest of the House team that was not with James caught up then, and Hangeld held her arms as Emma relieved her of her wand.

Lisa looked at Marlin as if he was a new species of bug, and one that was about to be extinct. "You have to be the stupidest person alive, or the craziest. James is going to wake up soon, and he's not going to be happy with you. Ask Crabbe what happens to people that anger James." A sudden vicious thought from Tiffany made Lisa grimace. "Not that it matters, even if James leaves anything of you, Tiffany wants to skin you alive, slowly. With a spoon."

"I would assume," said Professor Flitwick dryly, "that releasing Miss Potter right now would not be recommended."

The four Chimeras holding Tiffany considered the invective and thoughts running through her mind and spoke simultaneously. "No."

Emma eyed Marlin angrily. "Unless you would really like to see if Tiffany could actually disembowel him with a spoon."

"I believe the school could do without that display, Miss Weasley." Professor Dumbledore and the other instructors had arrived in time to hear that last comment. The headmaster looked around at the groups gathering on the pitch. All of the Manticores were standing with the Gryffindors. The Slytherins, minus their Manticores were standing behind their house team, while Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were off to one side, but closer to Manticore and Gryffindor.

Professor Dumbledore looked at the angry Manticores and noted the number of wands being fingered and the rising tension in the air. He acted to defuse the anger before somebody cast a "Finite Incanteum" on Tiffany, or something less harmless on Marlin. "Professor Snape. Please escort the Jerrands back to their House." He looked at the Jerrands pointedly. "I will be wanting to talk to them later."

He looked over to where Madame Potter was assisting Melissa in the final part of healing James and continued. "Professor Potter, would you watch over Mr. Evans while he wakes up please?"

Harry looked again at Tiffany, who was still staring after Marlin with a glare that should have killed him on the spot. He remembered the scene the last time these two were furious, and was heading for James even as he acknowledged his instructions.

The Headmaster looked at Tiffany again, in time to see Adam wince, and take a step away from her. "Is something wrong, Mr. Brooks?" asked Professor Dumbledore.

"Tiffany wants to remove Marlin from the gene pool." When that comment met with blank looks, Adam explained it. "It's a Muggle expression, suggesting castration before he has a chance to breed." Adam considered the thoughts pouring down the link from Tiffany, and shivered. "I wish she'd drop that bloody obsession with the spoon though."

Before anyone could ask what a spoon had to do with castration, a change came over Chimera. Four heads swiveled around to look at James, drawing everyone's attention that way. James was raising his head and blinking. He focused on Tiffany and spoke. "There's something broken in Tiffany's hand. Would you please look at it, Melissa?"

Hangeld had loosened his grip on Tiffany when she stopped struggling, and suddenly she was moving again. She ran to James, too relieved to feel him in her head again to be angry. Tiffany dropped to her knees beside James and wrapped her arms around him. Melissa had to pry the injured hand away from James to check the finger, and when she did, Tiffany saw the blood on her hands.

Her anger blazed up again, and James blinked. Tiffany showed him what had happened and James's eyes took on the same cold emotionless look he had had while he beat Crabbe to protect Mercy. James and Tiffany looked at each other, and then evil smirks grew on both their faces.

James sat up, supported by Tiffany and Rose. He looked out at the crowd, seeing the tension even as he found Sonya and Jerrick in the crowd. He motioned for both of them to join him. When they arrived, he pretended to be talking privately to them, while insuring enough students heard him to start rumours. "Sonya, inform your teammates that there will be no retaliation for today's actions while they are at Hogwarts. Afterward... well, we'll remember them." He lowered his voice a bit more, making the listening students strain to hear his next comment. "Privately, you can tell them that we'll be looking for them sometime this summer. Remind Marlin that Tiffany thought of skinning, gutting and castrating him with a spoon, and we'll have months to refine those plans and acquire suitable spoons."

As Sonya left on her errand, James stood up and Tiffany wormed her way under his arm, as close to his side as she could get. James spoke to Jerrick. "Jerrick, spread the word to Manticore. My Lady has some..." James paused absently, as he rubbed the back of his head gingerly. "Interesting plans for Marlin. I will be annoyed with anyone that interferes with those plans. No Manticore is to do anything to him, is that clear?" Jerrick acknowledged the orders, and found his assistants. After a short conversation with Jerrick, they began talking to the various teams using the rings.

Tiffany was still glued tightly to James's side, and James was glad of it. He was beginning to feel the affects of a major Healing. "Greeneyes, let's go. I am not falling on my face in front of the whole school."

Chimera started toward the school, with Rose supporting Melissa and Hangeld carrying almost everyone's Starblades. They stopped by the group of Professors, and James looked at Tiffany. She looked back, sighed and spoke to Professor Flitwick. "I must apologize for my disregard of your instructions, Sir. I was somewhat upset."

Both of the professor's eyebrows went up at that understatement, but all he said was, "Accepted, Miss Potter, but it's still going to cost you five points and a detention." Tiffany nodded, and Chimera continued making their way toward the school. Emma was in the back, and only Professor Dumbledore saw her rubbing her arm with a bemused expression.

The Headmaster suddenly remembered the way Tiffany had thrown off the spell she had been under. Just to be sure, he asked Professor Flitwick if he had released the spell. The professor's startled look was all the answer he needed, and Professor Dumbledore made a mental note to keep an eye on the budding warlock, as it appeared that she might be ready to start changing.

By dinner, dozens of rumours were flying around the school. Jerrick had 'accidentally' changed James's words a little bit when he was talking to his assistants, and now no Manticore would have anything to do with Marlin. Even a simple request to pass the salt was ignored by the Sphinx team. Since they couldn't always tell the two apart, they extended that ban to Larry as well.

At dinner, word of Marlin's punishment spread quickly. The incident had cost Slytherin 300 points and Marlin thirty detentions. Half of his detentions were to be served with Professor McGonagall, who was upset at the attack on one of her House. The other half would be served with Professor Snape, who was absolutely furious with the events of the day. Marlin's point loss, coupled with the loss of the match, guaranteed a fourth place finish in the house standings for Slytherin this year, even behind Hufflepuff. Hufflepuff had not beaten Slytherin in house points in more than twenty years, and Professor Snape had plans of his own for Marlin.

Marlin had also been removed from the house team, and Larry had left with him. James and Tiffany remained silent about the whole thing, except to say that everything was settled in their minds. Since that comment could mean anything, it did nothing to erase the picture most people had of the two of them hunting Marlin down this summer and doing unspecified things to them involving spoons.

The only thing that happened to them however, was an untraceable prank. It seemed that this prank could not be broken, and the Jerrands spent a week sequestered away in the hospital wing, until the truly appalling stench, black and white fur and the large bushy tail went away, and people could approach them without gagging and throwing up.

James and Tiffany were questioned about the stunt, but the inquiry was dropped quickly with Tiffany's first words. "If I had done anything to them, they wouldn't have skin to grow fur on."

James did have a talk with Rose, telling her that when he said 'any' Manticore, that included her. Rose merely shrugged, unrepentant. Her only comment was that Family was more important than Manticore.

Two weeks later, as James and Tiffany were in rapport in front of the Gryffindor common room fire late one night, Rose came down the stairs. She stood in front of them, and they could feel her amusement. They opened their eyes to look at her, and realized that the rest of Chimera was listening over the link.

"I have been appointed by Chimera to give you two something. I think it's because they think James won't do anything to me if he isn't amused, but whatever." She pulled a parchment from her robes and began to read it.

"We, the other members of Chimera present these tokens of our esteem to the only people that we know that are either sufficiently imaginative, or bloodthirsty enough to want them. The only condition on this gift comes from Adam, who politely requests that Tiffany stop thinking of this item and the gene pool in the same thought."

Rose handed each of them a small package, hugged them and slipped back upstairs. James and Tiffany were examining the slim rectangular gifts. Tiffany sent an open thought over the link. "Gee," she sent, in mock amazement, "I wonder what this could be?"

They tore the paper off the gifts to reveal two black lacquered boxes about a 30 centimetres long and 10 centimetres wide. Inside the boxes were two silver spoons, about 27 centimetres long and with the front half of the bowl sharpened. On the handle was an inscription: "With our hopes that you never need them, Chimera." James grinned and sent an open thought down the link. "I wonder how many people would run screaming if we took these to breakfast."

Amusement rolled through the link as Chimera said goodnight, and James and Tiffany were alone again. James read the parchment again, and then tucked it inside the lid of his case. "I have to agree with Adam, that whole gene pool and spoon thing has to stop, Greeneyes."

Tiffany smiled as she moved in front of James. "I only thought of it once, or maybe twice," she protested, as she passed the brush James was reaching for back.

James shivered as they sank back into the Rapport that brought them closer and closer, and felt so good. "It only takes once, sweetheart."

The emergence of Melissa's Healing power was a minor annoyance to James, as such things were rare enough to make the paper, and kick up a bit of fuss. Melissa ignored all the letters, and since the reporters couldn't get to Melissa at Hogwarts, the fuss soon died down.

Melissa took the Centaurs up on their offer, and spent two hours every other day at the edge of the forest, learning to Heal animals and Magical Beasts, as well as the non-human intelligences. James had insisted on an escort, and Professor Dumbledore had agreed. While they were not going into the Forbidden Forest itself, they were close enough to it to make a Noid like James worry. Since almost all the Chimeras had projects of some kind going, Melissa's usual escort was Rose, who was talking to the Centaurs about seeing the future anyway.

James and Rose were also working on regaining the closeness they had shared, and that led to some truly entertaining pranks, as well as some long overdue revenge for Rose. Every Saturday found the Twins in Manticore's lab, brewing, casting or otherwise creating new pranks.

Tiffany tried to help at first, but soon gave up. Melissa, who still wanted to know everything about the various links, questioned her about the way the twins worked. Tiffany frowned as she tried to explain it. "It's as if the two of them share a brain. When I think something, James knows what it is, but he may not understand why I think that way. With those two, it's as if a word or two sets them both to thinking about the exact same thing, and they expand on each other."

Tiffany was struggling to explain it, but she kept on. "Then, as they talk about something, suddenly, one of them will have an idea, that is related to whatever they're talking about, but might be a good prank. By the time I've followed their talk, and figured out what they're talking about from James's mind, they've finished the prank, and are one to something new."

Melissa and April Erskine, who had accepted the offer to become a Manticore, spent the next three Saturdays observing the twins at work. They finally concluded the twin's ability to adapt anything was some sort of unique thing, some sort of talent that allowed them to create a new magical spell without really understanding how it worked. After they built the first one, they would take it back apart, and figure out how to make more, in a process Muggles called 'reverse-engineering'. Some experiments soon proved that their talent only worked on things and spells they had created in the first place.

During the course of the tests and experiments, they created four new pranks. 'Follower' would make any object follow you around until you told it to stay, 'Multi-lingual' would make up to ten people hear ten different languages being spoken, and 'Paper Chase' would cause anything made of paper move away from you, staying just out of reach.

By far, the best one they created during this time was 'Polter-grip'. During the first year they had been at Hogwarts, Rose had promised Peeves that she would find a way to prank a ghost, and after her told James about it, they set to work. The result was a shimmering disk.

During dinner one night, Peeves was heckling some of the Gryffindor students, and James called to him. Peeves floated over, hovering just above the table. "Look, it's the bloodthirsty Yank. Fallen off your Broomstick recently?" Peeves said. James just smiled at him, and motioned him closer. Peeves drifted a little closer, and as he came within arm's reach, Rose tossed the disk at him, where it stuck to him, just as the ordinary disks would stick to people.

"What is this?" said Peeves, trying to pull the disk off.

Rose smiled sweetly at Peeves as she filled her plate with stewed turnips. "Do you remember me telling you that I would find a way to prank a ghost?"

Peeves froze, watching her. "Yes, what of it?"

Rose stood up, and pushed the plate of turnips into Peeves's face. When she pulled the plate away, the turnips stayed stuck to Peeves. The Gryffindor table shook as the Gryffindors exploded into laughter. Rose stuck a dinner roll into each of Peeves ears as she explained. "This is called 'Polter-grip', and it causes material objects to stick to ectoplasm entities, such as ghosts."

Most of the school was watching now, and the other ghosts were gathering. Peeves had been an annoyance to enough people that everyone was enjoying the sight of him being used as a plate, since a few more Gryffindors were adding things to his anatomy.

Peeves tried to sink through the table, but found himself stuck to the table. "Anything material, Peeves," Rose said as she watched him struggle. "So you really want to avoid touching anything that you can't move, because you won't be able to move. That prevents you from going through a wall and getting away before I'm done with you." Rose considered the suddenly still ghost, and pulled out a camera. She took a couple of pictures and put it away again.

"How long does it last?" Peeves asked, in a voice muffled by turnips and other food items.

About an hour, or until the person that cast it on you releases it. Now hush, we're trying to eat." With that comment, Rose went back to eating, as if there was not a food-covered ghost sitting in front of her.

At the head table Professor Moody turned to Harry, sitting next to him. "Just think, those two are going to be your in-laws."

Harry sighed and then grinned. "They can't be any worse than Fred and George, and I've been dealing with them for twenty years now."

Professor Moody smirked. "There's an entertaining thought, the Weasley twins and Evans twins in the same house. You won't be able to turn around without changing size, shape or color."

Ginny was sitting next to Harry, and she looked at Professor Moody. "Yes we will. I'll make sure of it."

Professor Moody watched her for a minute, waiting for her to say something else. When she just kept eating, he sighed. "I'm going to regret this, but just how can you keep those four from pranking everything in sight?"

Madame Potter smiled, and it was not a 'have a nice day' kind of smile. "With a Muggle medical technique Melissa told me about, called suppositories."

Harry shivered, and at the blank expression on Professor Moody's face, explained what it was. Professor Moody shook his head. "You're a brave man to stay married to that woman, Harry."

Harry Potter looked at his wife, and the mother of their three children. He smiled at her, and teased her. "She's not that bad, as long as you don't give her raw meat."

Ginny looked sideways at Harry and reached for his leg under the table. "Be nice." she said, as she squeezed his leg under the table.

Harry smiled at her again, and bent over to whisper something in her ear. Whatever he said made her blush, and go back to eating.

That Monday, the Owl Post brought a long letter from Robert to the twins. They discussed the letter with Chimera over lunch. Robert wanted to tell the families of the Manticores the truth during the Hogsmeade week after training.

James quoted from his letter. "We're getting too many questions to hold off much longer. If we tell them that first night, we have a week to convince them to stay, or to minimize the damages of them leaving."

Chimera talked about it briefly, but remembering all the problems over the winter holidays, they agreed. That night they warned all the Manticores that they might encounter some resistance to their going on the 'internship' this year.

Some of the Manticores did indeed get letters from home suggesting that they could skip a year, or drop out entirely. With Rose and Melissa's help, and many Owls, all of the Manticores finally got permission to go.

In May, just two weeks before the end of the year, Ravenclaw met Hufflepuff in the last Quidditch match of the year. Ravenclaw's linked team dominated the match, and they won the game, even though Hufflepuff's Seeker feinted the Ravenclaw Seeker out of position and caught the Snitch.

She said later that there was no way they were going to catch up, and she simply wanted a decent score on the game. The final score was Ravenclaw: two hundred and seventy points to Hufflepuff's one hundred and eighty points.

Only after the game did James's prank go off. As people started to rise, everyone in the stands was stuck fast to their seats as a giant Chimera appeared on the pitch. It looked around and opened its mouth. "Have a nice summer," it said, in a voice that echoed from one end of the pitch to the other, "and remember, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is the sole distributor of the Green Flower line of pranks, except for me." As it finished talking, a small pouch appeared over the head of every spectator and fell into their hands. The Chimera and the spell that kept everyone in their seats disappeared at the same time. Thanks to a pre-arranged signal and the Multi-port keys, so did the human Chimera team.

Professor Snape was examining the pouch, which contained a random assortment of Green Flower pranks, and looking at the crowd, where a number of students were already falling prey to various pranks. As the mayhem spread through the crowd, he spoke to Professor Dumbledore. "I think this is fairly convincing proof of Chimera's identity. Few students have the skills to pull this off, and of those few, only the Evans twins have the money to give away this many pranks."

When the Headmaster didn't say anything, he turned to find Dumbledore staring at the slowly fading Cheshire cat grins where Chimera had been sitting. The headmaster looked at him, and his eyes were troubled. "After Voldemort managed to take Harry and Cedric from the Tri-Wizard's tournament, I had powerful Anti-Portkey wards set up around Hogwarts. The Portkeys the Evans use should not work out here. I should be the only person that can build a Portkey that works out here."

Professor Snape watched the grins fade out. "So, they have found a way around the wards. So what?"

"If they can do it, who else can figure it out?"

The Headmaster sent for James and Rose as soon as he was back in his office. They showed up with Tiffany, and all three of them were wearing their best 'innocent' look. Professor Dumbledore didn't even smile, although he did note that Tiffany's innocent look had improved since she started associating with the Evans children.

"How did you break the Anti-Portkey wards?" he asked, deciding to get right to the point.

James looked confused. "What wards?" he asked.

Professor Dumbledore frowned, and checked the wards. They were still in place. He questioned James for a few minutes, and answered James's questions until comprehension dawned in James's eyes. "We didn't. The wards prevent people from using a Portkey to enter or leave the grounds. The Multi-Portkey doesn't even do that, it merely Ports one to a destination within Hogwarts."

The Headmaster was relieved, and then curious. "What is a Multi-Portkey?"

James pulled a round object from his robes. It was about three inches across and had a swivel arm. "It's fairly simple. Each click of the swivel arm realigns the key for a different destination." He shrugged. "It's a failure though. With this, all the destinations have to be within two kilometers of each other, you can only have six destinations, and it costs twice as much as it would to simply create six different Portkeys. The only reason we keep using it is the Cheshire Cat Grin effect."

James sighed as he put the key away again. "Not our first failure, and it won't be the last." He blushed and grinned at a memory suddenly. "At least this one didn't cut the house in half."

Rose blushed as Tiffany started giggling. Professor Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, but decided he was better off not knowing how the twins had managed to cut a house in half. He thought about what James had said, and the report April had given him about the twins and their ability to adapt almost anything.

"Tell me, could you break the wards around Hogwarts if you wanted to?"

The trio got the familiar absent expressions that meant they were discussing things amongst them selves, and the Headmaster waited for the verdict.

They came back to the headmaster's office from the link, and James was frowning thoughtfully, even as the light of a challenge grew in his eyes. "We're not sure. There are a thousand years of spells and wards on the school. Would you like us to find out for you?"

Professor Dumbledore considered that for several minutes. On one hand, knowing if the wards around the school could be circumvented might be a good thing, if they knew before the war started.

On the other hand, the idea of Manticore, and Chimera especially, being able to leave the grounds at will was not one that would allow the headmaster to sleep soundly.

James was watching him, and talking to Rose over the link. "Sir, Chimera doesn't need to break the wards to leave the grounds, and if the wards can be broken, we have the whole list of Pendragon wards to draw on. We can give you a better one."

Professor Dumbledore sat up a little straighter. "How can you leave the grounds, without breaking the wards?"

"Easy. The Starblades have Unplottable spells on them. If we use the spells, even the Marauder's Map can't find us. Tiffany and I tested it once, just to see if it could be done." James looked at the Headmaster and shrugged. "It's no big thing, I can't even conceive of an emergency so great that I would leave the grounds without telling you first."

James looked completely serious for a minute. "Being a leader lays certain responsibilities on me, even as it frees me of some things. One of those responsibilities is setting an example. If I do not follow the chain of command here at school, how can I ask my people to follow it for me?"

Professor Dumbledore regarded James thoughtfully. He had known James took the position seriously, but he had not known just how well James understood the bonds of leadership. He made a decision, and summoned a book from the wall.

"I am going to trust this to Chimera," he said, stressing the word Chimera. "In here is every spell ever laid on Hogwarts. Go through, tell me what still works, and what you can do to make it better."

James took the book, and bowed to the Headmaster. "Chimera will honour your trust," he said formally.

Chimera was listening on the link, and Lisa warned, "Jerrick's going to be after that book as soon as he finds out about it."

James's answer was instant, and backed with a great deal of heat. "The only way that he could find out about it, would be for one of you to forswear that oath I just gave, and the one that does that will not be a happy camper."

Even Rose flinched away from that anger. "James, she's just being careful."

"Sorry Lisa," James apologized, "I have a healthy respect for my honour and the thought of being forsworn is annoying."

Chimera sniggered at the understatement, and allowed the trio to finish their meeting with the headmaster in peace.

The rest of the year passed quietly, and at the final dinner, Gryffindor was awarded the House Cup. The next day, Manticore was back in America, and spending the day getting their gear and weapons. They were eager to start training this year, as they would not be in the constant classes of last year. This year, all the first year Manticores would be taking the classes, and the second year Manticores would be using a training idea called 'War Games'.