In the fifteenth year after Fletcher received his commission, the religious world was rocked. A Catholic priest from California had read the scriptures of Matthew 18 and 1 Corinthians 6. The priest was very frustrated with the vast corruption that had swarmed through the Church in America. He was even more frustrated that the Church had not taken enough steps to correct these errors. The scriptures plainly stated that the Church was to have responsibility in such matters, but she was not accepting it. After many months in prayer, the priest acted with a clear conscience. The Second Reformation had begun.

The First Reformation placed northern and southern Europe at odds. The Second Reformation did the same with west and east America. The Californian priest raised enough of a ruckus that much of the West Coast followed his lead. This was the birth of the First Federalist Church. And at odds the two parts of the country were. The First Federalist Church was still Episcopalian (hence, Federalist) and still essentially very Catholic. As such, Protestants of the former Reformation were not impressed. No place was more of a hotbed than the State of Jefferson, placed directly between California and Cascadia.

Meanwhile, followers of Fletcher were in mourning. The Federalist Church had built a new building on a spot of local development. The disciples were already distraught, but this pushed them even farther. They were troubled because what had become developmental land had once been the most sacred of spots where Fletcher had received his commission. A decree had gone out that the disciples could meet in 7-11s everywhere, but for a time the pain remained.

Nevertheless, the disciples went out to protest the Federalist Church. In most circumstances, they would have remained silent in their time of mourning, but Father O’Reilly had very publically switched to the Federalist Church and it was he who would preside over the new building. In going to the desolate spot, they encountered something most surprising: the dark lady.

“Selene!” cried Fletcher, “What are you doing here?!” “I have as much right to be here as you do,” Selene responded. “You have no right to be anywhere in this fair land.” “Always a charmer.”

“Who is this?” Reuel asked his leader. “A heretic, a nuisance, and evil in human form.” “Come now,” Selene said, “I’ve been at work all this time and you haven’t told your followers of me?” “I teach them truth, not of the followers of heresy,” Fletcher retorted. “But if you wish, you may tell them of your version of the truth, I, however, won’t stand to hear it.” As Fletcher stormed off, Reuel and Conrad turned to Selene, confused and a little afraid. “Go ahead,” Conrad said.