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The three guards stayed close to Sibling, who were grateful the Trolls did not attempt to touch them. From the looks of things, the Trolls almost expected that Sibling would suddenly become some forty-foot tall monster and devour them. Even with the differences in their minds, the twins could feel that there was fear in these men, fear of humans. After years being close, Diva was easier to read, her mind more familiar and more easily navigated, when she wished it.
Diva and Ekanga moved off to follow Malthu, leaving the small group and the prisoner alone. Sibling had no illusions, they could not speak any of the tongue and knew that trying any mental contact would probably doom the whole affair. They hadnt lived this long without some observation skills, some motions and actions would likely be universal for any biped: long eye contact a challenge, open hands exposed indicating peaceful intent, a bowed head meaning subservience. They hoped so, anyway.
One of the guards, a Troll with almost red hair, spoke to the other two. One of those broke away while the speaker and the remaining Troll turned to fully face sibling. The walker strode to the barred door of the barn and unbolted it, moving several heavy bars and pulling the single gate open. The interior looked from here to be Spartan, but lit from above, obviously artificial since the sun was almost lost behind the tall trees. The red-haired (actually more a bronze-moss color) Troll made a motion with one arm, almost a request. Sibling lowered their head and started that direction, passing through the door onto a shining floor and into a room that would be small by Troll standards.
There were no decorations, no exposed mechanics or plumbing, just a plain room about ten feet square. Along one wall was a Troll-size bunk, like it had been carved out of the same material the floor was made of, and opposite that a table or ledge. There was nothing mobile or loose in the room, and a small alcove in one corner, with a privacy wall dividing it from the rest of the room, where they found a basin and seat, crude but effective for bodily functions.
Sibling walked to the bed and tested it, no sheets or padding, and was surprised to feel it give slightly to their hand. Sitting on it, the material slowly conformed to their shape, and the temperature was neutral, like it mimicked their body heat. A quick touch on the walls confirmed it was much the same material, and probably very resistant to physical blows with the padding effect. Very clever was their opinion, for a holding cell.
Sibling moved to the center of the floor, certain someone would be watching, and not wanting to antagonize. They sat and waited, all they could do with Diva pressing their case.
Ekanga stayed slightly to the side and rear, showing Diva the direction to the main doorway of the house. Malthu had gone around one side, probably to another door, but Diva knew, at least from her country, that any guest was brought through the front. The craftsmanship of the house was apparent, and shown with pride, carvings on the door and decorative figures made from pale colored stone had been crafted into the actual walls. The walk looked to be one solid piece, until a stray shaft of light revealed tiny crevices where many hundreds of stones had been fitted together. Once she saw the pattern, she could tell the entire path was simply an intricate jigsaw puzzle.
You are Divya? Ekanga spoke as they approached the door.
Yes, she replied startled slightly from her reverie, so unused to being addressed correctly in a native tongue. I am called Divya, and my companion is Sibling. That word was foreign and did not sound precisely the same, she chose to use the human pronunciation, since there was no equivalent.
Your companion, the female? He asked, not entirely without interest. Diva knew that not all questioning is done as such, many truths could be learned by small slips.
My partner, the exact word meant equal and friend.
Not your superior? He asked, motioning that she should open the door with the simple handle. He was professional, she would not be able to take him unawares if she tried to.
Pressing on the metallic handle, the door quietly swung in, revealing a large central room with some matting on the floor, like woven saplings. A group of other Trolls stood near a low couch, chairs for various sized people forming a semi-circle centered on it. She could see that the facial characteristics meant this was likely a large family.
No, I am free, as she is. I hold only to my desire for her company, she is not my superior. Diva realized this would be a key question, if the humans here enslaved others, they would have agents. That meant servants like Troll and Goblins to do their bidding.
These things will be discussed, I warn you, his voice was low, intended for her ears as they approached the group. Know what you will say.
She glanced from the corner of her eye, was there some modicum of concern on his face? Why would he feel the need to warn her, if he was the head authority? That had to wait, she was being introduced as a guest, no matter the circumstances.
Malthu introduced members of the group, which was his extended family, from great-grand children to his wife, Bhuvana. The young ones strained at their parents arms to see closer, some middling year youths trying to appear aloof but their eyes betrayed their interest. She was taller by far, and as broad as Ekanga in the shoulders, now glad she had worn a tasteful outfit for the short trip to Portal Co. Her horns, wrapped like a rams, were the most obvious other feature of difference, all these Trolls had straight horns, short and polished.
Serious questions waited, a political custom here, until after the young were removed. Everyone greeted her, some more wary than others, and then retreated into the house, another custom. When it was left to only Ekanga, Malthu and Bhuvana, Diva knew the time had come for the real questions. Bhuvana brought a large bowl of steaming liquid, and this was not something she understood.
It is tea, something like it from her world, though this had more body and was thicker. Ekanga said. You are a Troll, no matter where you are from
Or the company you keep, interjected Bhuvana, obviously not the deferential wife.
Mother, there may be more here than we see. His eyes rested on Divas, not uncomfortably.
Yes, honored wife, speaker-out-of-turn, Malthu said the word Diva knew, and saw it was applied with some humor. They were an old, married couple. It earned him a withering look from the woman, and brought a small grin from Ekanga.
Diva heard the sound of a door, and turned. The other Trolls stood quickly from where they had taken chairs in the talk. Across the simply furnished room, a troll with almost black hair leaned on a cane, the heavy wood stick grasped between hands small and delicate. From behind her she knew the others had risen, and did the same, the older the person, generally the more revered.
Of course you sense there is more to this Divya than you see! You are my grandson, and thanks be that some of my wisdom passes on. The female Troll moved quite well without the cane as she walked to the group, hooking it in one hand and using only her feet. Diva could feel that the woman was more than an older Troll, but her eyes would have told anyone that, there was a spark there.
Grand Mother CuppaJo, Malthu spoke the honorific title. This was the chief of the clan.
Ah, she waved away his hand, You think I would miss the time to meet someone of such import as this one? Word came to me, and I hurried to see her. This would have been unheard of, for the high chief of a clan to hurry to meet a guest, where Diva was from. Half a world away, the chief would have a petitioner brought before them to plead their case. Definitely, this was not a simple Troll, or even only a Troll Chief.
Divya, the womans voice was strong, as was her grip when she grasped the much taller Divas forearm in greeting. I welcome you to this village, and this world. Diva almost missed the sly ending of the greeting, but the womans eyes were full of mischief.
Yes, I know a many things about you, and your companion. The others were standing in some shock. Could you not tell. Son? Grandson? Even her scent is not right. The womans nose, delicate for a Troll, worked a moment above her toothy smile.
I cannot stay long, here, and maintain my impartial appearance. That elf is suspicious as it is, and has reason to fear should the humans deal with other than him. I have come to tell you, Divya, and you Ekanga and Malthu, that she is true, her companion is not of the humans. They come here by accident, but they are here with purpose.
She made to sit in a large chair, her cane never having touched the floor. Diva could see that what she said caused several emotions in the three others, starting with wonder that the wizened woman knew these things, and ending with interest for more. If this woman was the oldest Troll, which her title proclaimed, it would have fooled anyone by her movements.
The humans come through our lands, Diva, and gather workers and others. Our leaders, in The City, allow this for pledges of protection from some of the more savage bands of others. The workers are made to serve, and this is a plague, but the others, they are our hope. I know that you have the mind gifts, and your companion. This is what the humans truly lust for, and how their armies are so successful. They make those of us, and the dwarves, that show mind powers work for them in their armies. In this way, they control all mentalists in our lands.
She motioned to the rapidly cooling broth. Bhuvana looked somewhat embarrassed, and quickly passed the bowl to her with ceremony. All discussion passed until the ceremony was completed, a sharing of the broth as a symbol of graciousness. It also served to build suspense, which CuppaJo apparently enjoyed. She was used to having the say, being the arbiter and the rule, and was skilled like few others.
Fine, CuppaJo finished, showing great appreciation for the flavor.
Pardon me, Diva began, they steal all your talented, to work for their armies? But I sense
Of course, I am talented, but know the ways to keep from being discovered. Besides, they would not care for a Troll of my age. They wish for the easy to indoctrinate youth, my mind is iron to their methods. I have passed some of my talent to my son and grandson, she motioned to the two males.
However, our skills are small compared to yours. You, and your companion, have as much power as all those I have ever known, together. Do not try to be modest, I know the truth. Diva quieted, accepting the great compliment. You have come for a purpose, not by accident.
She rose, quicker than one would have expected. I must not stay long, or some will question my fairness, my diplomacy. Tomorrow, representatives will come from The City, and the Council will vote. Know these things, and listen to me Sister Divya, that reference immediately had her attention.
The people from The City guess what is afoot, and mean you harm. You and Si-bil-ing, the word was difficult, have the chance to help this world. You could fail, and should rely on my family, even when I cannot help you. Finally, this is most important, she was walking toward the door, the family moving with her, Morgaine knows of this, and the great pattern continues beyond even our sight.
Be well, Daughter. Grand Mother CuppaJo spoke quietly. Her words meant she would not be able to intervene, or be compromised, and this she would not do if it endangered her family. With that, she left by a side door, and Diva would have sworn she literally disappeared in a flash of light.
She is rarely seen outside the council Sanctum, said Ekanga, still seeming stunned. This was a singular honor.
A weight increased on the young womans shoulders, and Diva hoped she could bear it. The hopes of a whole race? Her race? She needed to speak to Sibling, she needed a week to speak to Sibling. Occupied by the oracles words, she missed the awe that passed over Ekangas face when he gazed on her again.
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The three guards stayed close to Sibling, who were grateful the Trolls did not attempt to touch them. From the looks of things, the Trolls almost expected that Sibling would suddenly become some forty-foot tall monster and devour them. Even with the differences in their minds, the twins could feel that there was fear in these men, fear of humans. After years being close, Diva was easier to read, her mind more familiar and more easily navigated, when she wished it.
Diva and Ekanga moved off to follow Malthu, leaving the small group and the prisoner alone. Sibling had no illusions, they could not speak any of the tongue and knew that trying any mental contact would probably doom the whole affair. They hadnt lived this long without some observation skills, some motions and actions would likely be universal for any biped: long eye contact a challenge, open hands exposed indicating peaceful intent, a bowed head meaning subservience. They hoped so, anyway.
One of the guards, a Troll with almost red hair, spoke to the other two. One of those broke away while the speaker and the remaining Troll turned to fully face sibling. The walker strode to the barred door of the barn and unbolted it, moving several heavy bars and pulling the single gate open. The interior looked from here to be Spartan, but lit from above, obviously artificial since the sun was almost lost behind the tall trees. The red-haired (actually more a bronze-moss color) Troll made a motion with one arm, almost a request. Sibling lowered their head and started that direction, passing through the door onto a shining floor and into a room that would be small by Troll standards.
There were no decorations, no exposed mechanics or plumbing, just a plain room about ten feet square. Along one wall was a Troll-size bunk, like it had been carved out of the same material the floor was made of, and opposite that a table or ledge. There was nothing mobile or loose in the room, and a small alcove in one corner, with a privacy wall dividing it from the rest of the room, where they found a basin and seat, crude but effective for bodily functions.
Sibling walked to the bed and tested it, no sheets or padding, and was surprised to feel it give slightly to their hand. Sitting on it, the material slowly conformed to their shape, and the temperature was neutral, like it mimicked their body heat. A quick touch on the walls confirmed it was much the same material, and probably very resistant to physical blows with the padding effect. Very clever was their opinion, for a holding cell.
Sibling moved to the center of the floor, certain someone would be watching, and not wanting to antagonize. They sat and waited, all they could do with Diva pressing their case.
Ekanga stayed slightly to the side and rear, showing Diva the direction to the main doorway of the house. Malthu had gone around one side, probably to another door, but Diva knew, at least from her country, that any guest was brought through the front. The craftsmanship of the house was apparent, and shown with pride, carvings on the door and decorative figures made from pale colored stone had been crafted into the actual walls. The walk looked to be one solid piece, until a stray shaft of light revealed tiny crevices where many hundreds of stones had been fitted together. Once she saw the pattern, she could tell the entire path was simply an intricate jigsaw puzzle.
You are Divya? Ekanga spoke as they approached the door.
Yes, she replied startled slightly from her reverie, so unused to being addressed correctly in a native tongue. I am called Divya, and my companion is Sibling. That word was foreign and did not sound precisely the same, she chose to use the human pronunciation, since there was no equivalent.
Your companion, the female? He asked, not entirely without interest. Diva knew that not all questioning is done as such, many truths could be learned by small slips.
My partner, the exact word meant equal and friend.
Not your superior? He asked, motioning that she should open the door with the simple handle. He was professional, she would not be able to take him unawares if she tried to.
Pressing on the metallic handle, the door quietly swung in, revealing a large central room with some matting on the floor, like woven saplings. A group of other Trolls stood near a low couch, chairs for various sized people forming a semi-circle centered on it. She could see that the facial characteristics meant this was likely a large family.
No, I am free, as she is. I hold only to my desire for her company, she is not my superior. Diva realized this would be a key question, if the humans here enslaved others, they would have agents. That meant servants like Troll and Goblins to do their bidding.
These things will be discussed, I warn you, his voice was low, intended for her ears as they approached the group. Know what you will say.
She glanced from the corner of her eye, was there some modicum of concern on his face? Why would he feel the need to warn her, if he was the head authority? That had to wait, she was being introduced as a guest, no matter the circumstances.
Malthu introduced members of the group, which was his extended family, from great-grand children to his wife, Bhuvana. The young ones strained at their parents arms to see closer, some middling year youths trying to appear aloof but their eyes betrayed their interest. She was taller by far, and as broad as Ekanga in the shoulders, now glad she had worn a tasteful outfit for the short trip to Portal Co. Her horns, wrapped like a rams, were the most obvious other feature of difference, all these Trolls had straight horns, short and polished.
Serious questions waited, a political custom here, until after the young were removed. Everyone greeted her, some more wary than others, and then retreated into the house, another custom. When it was left to only Ekanga, Malthu and Bhuvana, Diva knew the time had come for the real questions. Bhuvana brought a large bowl of steaming liquid, and this was not something she understood.
It is tea, something like it from her world, though this had more body and was thicker. Ekanga said. You are a Troll, no matter where you are from
Or the company you keep, interjected Bhuvana, obviously not the deferential wife.
Mother, there may be more here than we see. His eyes rested on Divas, not uncomfortably.
Yes, honored wife, speaker-out-of-turn, Malthu said the word Diva knew, and saw it was applied with some humor. They were an old, married couple. It earned him a withering look from the woman, and brought a small grin from Ekanga.
Diva heard the sound of a door, and turned. The other Trolls stood quickly from where they had taken chairs in the talk. Across the simply furnished room, a troll with almost black hair leaned on a cane, the heavy wood stick grasped between hands small and delicate. From behind her she knew the others had risen, and did the same, the older the person, generally the more revered.
Of course you sense there is more to this Divya than you see! You are my grandson, and thanks be that some of my wisdom passes on. The female Troll moved quite well without the cane as she walked to the group, hooking it in one hand and using only her feet. Diva could feel that the woman was more than an older Troll, but her eyes would have told anyone that, there was a spark there.
Grand Mother CuppaJo, Malthu spoke the honorific title. This was the chief of the clan.
Ah, she waved away his hand, You think I would miss the time to meet someone of such import as this one? Word came to me, and I hurried to see her. This would have been unheard of, for the high chief of a clan to hurry to meet a guest, where Diva was from. Half a world away, the chief would have a petitioner brought before them to plead their case. Definitely, this was not a simple Troll, or even only a Troll Chief.
Divya, the womans voice was strong, as was her grip when she grasped the much taller Divas forearm in greeting. I welcome you to this village, and this world. Diva almost missed the sly ending of the greeting, but the womans eyes were full of mischief.
Yes, I know a many things about you, and your companion. The others were standing in some shock. Could you not tell. Son? Grandson? Even her scent is not right. The womans nose, delicate for a Troll, worked a moment above her toothy smile.
I cannot stay long, here, and maintain my impartial appearance. That elf is suspicious as it is, and has reason to fear should the humans deal with other than him. I have come to tell you, Divya, and you Ekanga and Malthu, that she is true, her companion is not of the humans. They come here by accident, but they are here with purpose.
She made to sit in a large chair, her cane never having touched the floor. Diva could see that what she said caused several emotions in the three others, starting with wonder that the wizened woman knew these things, and ending with interest for more. If this woman was the oldest Troll, which her title proclaimed, it would have fooled anyone by her movements.
The humans come through our lands, Diva, and gather workers and others. Our leaders, in The City, allow this for pledges of protection from some of the more savage bands of others. The workers are made to serve, and this is a plague, but the others, they are our hope. I know that you have the mind gifts, and your companion. This is what the humans truly lust for, and how their armies are so successful. They make those of us, and the dwarves, that show mind powers work for them in their armies. In this way, they control all mentalists in our lands.
She motioned to the rapidly cooling broth. Bhuvana looked somewhat embarrassed, and quickly passed the bowl to her with ceremony. All discussion passed until the ceremony was completed, a sharing of the broth as a symbol of graciousness. It also served to build suspense, which CuppaJo apparently enjoyed. She was used to having the say, being the arbiter and the rule, and was skilled like few others.
Fine, CuppaJo finished, showing great appreciation for the flavor.
Pardon me, Diva began, they steal all your talented, to work for their armies? But I sense
Of course, I am talented, but know the ways to keep from being discovered. Besides, they would not care for a Troll of my age. They wish for the easy to indoctrinate youth, my mind is iron to their methods. I have passed some of my talent to my son and grandson, she motioned to the two males.
However, our skills are small compared to yours. You, and your companion, have as much power as all those I have ever known, together. Do not try to be modest, I know the truth. Diva quieted, accepting the great compliment. You have come for a purpose, not by accident.
She rose, quicker than one would have expected. I must not stay long, or some will question my fairness, my diplomacy. Tomorrow, representatives will come from The City, and the Council will vote. Know these things, and listen to me Sister Divya, that reference immediately had her attention.
The people from The City guess what is afoot, and mean you harm. You and Si-bil-ing, the word was difficult, have the chance to help this world. You could fail, and should rely on my family, even when I cannot help you. Finally, this is most important, she was walking toward the door, the family moving with her, Morgaine knows of this, and the great pattern continues beyond even our sight.
Be well, Daughter. Grand Mother CuppaJo spoke quietly. Her words meant she would not be able to intervene, or be compromised, and this she would not do if it endangered her family. With that, she left by a side door, and Diva would have sworn she literally disappeared in a flash of light.
She is rarely seen outside the council Sanctum, said Ekanga, still seeming stunned. This was a singular honor.
A weight increased on the young womans shoulders, and Diva hoped she could bear it. The hopes of a whole race? Her race? She needed to speak to Sibling, she needed a week to speak to Sibling. Occupied by the oracles words, she missed the awe that passed over Ekangas face when he gazed on her again.
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wow, that was realy long, i wish i had the time to read it. But i dont. curse you I4 on test!
Guys I dont think all this is really necessary. If you dont have anything constructive to say or any feedback to give then please respect Sibling and not make a mess of their thread.
To Sibling: Im sorry if this is inappropriate here, I just felt that something needed to be said.
Actually Manion, I appreciate yours and Pickle's posts. I had written a whole flame post, because I have tried to nurture this thread, keeping only the story here, but it appears some cannot respect that. I deleted the flame, and am simply working on the next entry. I hope that others will respect my attempts at a story here, and keep it as a story, not what others do, or do not, get, copying the entire, very humbly appreciated, post from Cuppa.
That's my say, the board belongs to everyone, and they will do as they will. I just hope for courtesy. If you want to flame me, PM is the way to do it. If you want to say thank you, PM is the way to do it. Thank you.
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Guys I dont think all this is really necessary. If you dont have anything constructive to say or any feedback to give then please respect Sibling and not make a mess of their thread.
To Sibling: Im sorry if this is inappropriate here, I just felt that something needed to be said.
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I agree.
The Hel do you mean, accident?! Gal was livid, calling from the loft to Adavans office at Portal Co. Shock Bubble stood to one side, fidgeting, as was her nature, with some of the kitchen tools. Windows a street away would be shaking.
Let me get this straight, Gals voice quieted, a sign she was even angrier than a moment before, Sibling, my WIFE, came by your office to see one of her good friends off. To watch one of your lovely portals do what they do every day, something that is supposed to be completely safe, and you LOST her? Gal rested her head on her arm, against the wall, Bubbles was trying very hard not to be noticed and still hear.
Oh no, the tanker replied to some words from the other end of the phone, I dont hear it from you or your company, I hear it from The Lady! Oh, thats right, I am coming down there, she was pointing into the air, gesturing that the other could not see. You had better have some sort of plan, or Goddess as my witness, I will bring enough Sisters to turn that place into a smoldering pit!
With that, she shot the phone into the cradle hard enough that the shatterproof handset broke into several pieces. She looked at Bubbles through her anger, and held up one hand, trying to compose herself before she vented. She knew Bubbles had at much at stake, her senior partner was missing, too.
Bubbles, an slow intake of breath, there is no doubt. That was Ad on the phone, and he says there was some malfunction when Sib and D were there yesterday. He doesnt know where they are. She walked to the hall closet and grabbed out her leather battle-jacket, planning to make a statement when they arrived. At least The Lady knew enough that they are ok.
She held open the sliding loft door, and shut it gently enough behind her smaller friend. They walked to the elevator, Bubbles still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Gal had a temper, and once it was reached, it could be dangerous. Gal pressed the down button for the lift car, still a heavy and slow freight-type elevator. She pressed it a second time, slightly harder.
Damn machines! Her fist went through the button, through the panel and opened on the other side of the brickwork in the open shaft. Now Bubbles felt better, Gal had released a little of her anger. The black woman stared at her arm, embedded in the wall, for a moment, then released a long sigh.
Sorry, hon, she withdrew the arm, leaving dust and particles of brick on the floor.
No, thats ok Gal. Id do that, but not with those results. Can you TP there? Gal nodded, still angry, but feeling a little more in control. OK, then Ill meet you at Peregrin Docks. The small girl floated out the window at the end of the hall, while Gal flashed on her way.
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The Lady knows? Sibling had risen when they heard the bolts coming back in the door. Now, they sat with Diva on the bed, listening while she tried to recite what had happened, from the family to the Chiefs appearance and departure.
It is said, and written, that each world has its protectors, those in tune with what goes on in the wider spaces. Sibling had studied many of these beliefs, and was known as one of the chosen on The Island, with access to the Book at any time. Some said they would be one of the Nine, when the time came, one of the highest in the Order. We have never doubted the words, but this seems to prove some of that.
No doubt, she knew who we are. She called The Ladys name and said that she knew what went on. That was the most comforting to them, that somehow their situation was known. If Morgaine knew, they could be certain others did, and they would be helped.
What should we do? Sibling had to look up, even when seated, to see Divas face.
You are asking me? I was hoping you two would have a plan, she half smiled at the mind controller, still too worried to laugh.
Oh, Cliff has a plan, said Sibling, but I doubt the anatomy of these humans is that different. Diva made a rude noise, followed by a small laugh. You know this place far better than we do, how should we handle it?
Diva considered for a moment. She had left Ekanga and the others inside the house, the guards outside still mulling about, but relative safety for discussion.
If the humans have all the talented, and it sounds like they are little more than slaves, then the options are limited. Think like a normal human, the irony was not lost on Sibling, they might be the most human between these two, but normal was a far stretch, you never know when someone is watching your mind. They could use that very effectively, as even thinking of causing trouble would be detected, or the humans would say that. Hard to plan if you cant think about it.
So, they keep everyone in line with threats and a few mentalists, what Diva had learned from Malthu and Ekanga after the Chief had left. From what the family knows, they have nothing even close to what a Security Level Ten Empath on Earth can do. That means we should have no trouble with their scanning or probing, but we arent the only ones here, and they have armies.
We could probably fight them, and win, she looked at Sibling, saw the neutral expression as they waited for her decision, but I think we should be careful. These people dont deserve trouble because they help us.
Sibling nodded, it was certainly what Angela would do, Cliff, well
he didnt run the body and would have considered it anyway.
The Grand Lady was right, the twins said after a short pause, she should not endanger her people for us, and if we should run into trouble they would have to do what was best for them. We are the trouble here, not you. You could blend in, at least you look close enough to pass for a traveler. We cannot.
But you know, Diva answered, I could not be found by my clan. I could not stay hidden forever, and even without communication like on Earth, they would find out. Diva had discovered that radio had never been discovered here, something about the waves and technology. They had phone and certain wire-based systems, but nothing wireless; no radio, no satellite, and thankfully, no TV.
No wonder they are so intelligent and peaceful, Sibling had responded.
An idea, the smaller Sister posed during the night. What if we went along with the humans? They sound very greedy, very power-hungry, and a catch like us, the twins indicated themselves, would likely provoke their lust for power.
How? asked Diva.
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Can you guard your mind against them? Diva was asking Ekanga, sitting under the stars in the area behind the house. Sibling had been secured again in the prison, the guards none-the-wiser about what went on. They had eaten dinner with Malthu and Bhuvana, and the elder man had taken his wife to their room. This had to be discussed with those who could prevent the talented from overhearing later.
I have been able to, his deep voice resonated, the light from many stars sparkling in his eyes. No moon on this world, but the stars were much brighter, there was also almost no pollution. Diva had found herself staring several times at his profile, it had been long since she found anything handsome in another Troll. Why?
His question broke her gaze, and she quickly looked away, self-consciously.
I, erm, we, Sibling and I, she stammered, knowing she sounded less than comfortable. We, have an idea about the meeting and how to deal with any problems. She could tell he was staring at her, the corner of her eye had his face, and he was looking intently. We do not want any trouble for this world, for you or your people.
Are you not one of our people? His question caught her off-guard, it had been a long time since she had thought about being a Troll. On earth, there were almost no moments that someone did not cringe, or cry out, when she was in public. Here, Sibling was the oddity.
You are a Troll, one of our people, his tone was almost hurt, more emotional than any Troll from earth could be. You should not forget that your name is beautiful or lovely, Divya, it fits you.
We
.should discuss the meeting, how we will handle this tomorrow. She was trying very hard not to think that this was her place, her home. Trying not to think that for once in many years, she was with people like her, that accepted her, that looked and even smelled like her.
You have another, he definitely sounded disappointed, and she saw him move away, in body and mind. I am sorry, you have not said it. You are a very beautiful woman, Divya-of-another-place. The language had prefixes and suffixes for certain things. The one he chose also meant, of-another-caln.
NO! I mean, no. She was confused, but wanted to straighten things. I have no other. I mean to say, there are no others for me on the other world. I am alone among the people, there are few Trolls like me there.
There are no Trolls like you here, he said quietly, again looking at her face. This Sibling, she is not with you? Now Diva did blush, and made a sharp sound in her throat.
Oh no. Sibling has another, and she is not to be trifled with, not by Troll or lord. The thought that this would be normal, that Ekanga would be open minded enough to think this could be. He would be a rare Troll. She almost gasped when he placed one huge hand on hers, lightly resting there for a moment.
Then consider that some would fight to be with you. He moved his hand again and stood, not trying to impose upon her. Now, we should discuss this with Malthu, but not with Bhuvana. She does not have the gifts of mind, and should not know this plan.
It took several heartbeats for Diva to stand. When she did, it took several more for her heart to slow, and she did not trust her voice, only nodding.
Do you really think this is going to work? Diva was chewing the last of breakfast, seated on the bed Sibling had used for a few precious hours. Her feet touched the ground, the twins had needed to almost jump to get into the Troll-sized bed.
Think its going to work? No, Sibling honestly answered. Hope it will, need it to? Yes. You know D, if it were just us, we could live on the land for years. You know the environment and we both have survival skills, but that would leave a lot of questions that this village would have to answer for. You could probably blend in, and we would just stay out of sight. Diva nodded, it was good to be back among people like her.
But, these other humans
something just isnt right here. You had mentioned that there were powered people among your family, and other races. The tall woman nodded again, and we havent seen evidence of one in the open. It just isnt right.
Well, Ekanga said that the Council will be meeting about an hour from now, but he doesnt know when, or even if, anyone will be coming from the main city. Malthu says that they hold the power. Like I said before, it looks very much like feudal rule. All the surrounding cities and villages answer to the rulers in the city, and they have enforcers that travel, looking in on the people. Several times a year, they bring certain officials that test for powers in the young. Positive results mean the young citizen is taken to the city, and they dont return for a long time, and then only as enforcers.
Luckily, we do look like these humans. We arent worried about convincing the Council, as long as they are all in the same room. The problem will be with the people we cant see. If one of these representatives comes from the city, who knows what they will be like? Another worry is this elf, if he isnt in league with the humans we would be surprised.
Diva had felt it too, but the twins were certain: the elf on the Council was after power, greedy for it. The plan called for Diva to do the talking, able to maintain a rapport with Sibling through their mental link. Since there was no way for Sibling to become even passable in the language so quickly, convincing these people that the small controller was a native would have been impossible. If Diva stayed close enough, the twins could at least understand the conversation and could use simple phrases for affirmative or negative. Being able to speak a language instantly just because you were exposed to a mind that could was a fiction, so far as Sibling had ever seen.
So, Diva was their front, and would pose as a vassal while Sibling was the poorly tempered upper level. Questions that were asked would be answered by the vassal, Sibling being far too important to converse with the underlings in a rural city government. This seemed, at least to what Ekanga had said, to be the usual way of things. When the high officials arrived during their visits, they only spoke to the Council or the Chief and otherwise had intermediaries with them.
They are coming, Ekanga still had guards on the two, and he motioned for them to come within hearing distance. The discussions last night had meant Sibling was required to stay in the prison, and Diva had bridged the two as an interpreter. The guards were trusted, but had no protection against any mind powers, if that should come up.
Malthu, Tasmiran and the elf, who had been introduced as Wilthey, were seated at a high dais when Ekanga led them into the chamber. High-roofed, supported by exposed beams obviously hand-crafted, the circular chamber had several doors around the periphery. The door they entered through came out into the center, four levels of seats arranged on platforms around the outer wall, something like an amphitheatre. The seats were all empty now, save the three for the leaders, but matters could have been discussed here with more than a hundred seated.
The dwarf was already speaking loudly to Malthu and banging on a wooden pedestal that stood to the right of each chair. Some papers flew off the stand and floated to the floor, where the female retrieved them without even breaking her tirade. Sibling immediately felt the elfs gaze, malevolent and steady. Then they realized what made them unsettled.
*He tried to read our mind!* Came the silent thought from Cliff. *He has a pitiful talent, even Gal has more psi than he does, but he tried!* Angela had known as well, reading a mind controller was risky at best, without their permission and it could leave the aggressor a vegetable with the wrong person.
*No way to tell Diva, not with this sort of scrutiny. He cant even sense our surface thoughts, so I doubt he can see Diva either.* Angela agreed, but there were ways to find out more about this elf, ways he would not even suspect.
Who are you? The elf had a perplexed look, which quickly became wary. No more of his smugness, now he was worried and planning what to do next.
I address this Council on behalf of my Mistress, the order of things and basic structure an early discussion last night with Malthu and Ekanga. It drew a narrowing of the eyes in Wilthey and an oath from Tasmirin.
Who is your Mistress? This human? The dwarf barked.
Even so, esteemed Lady. Diva knew the dwarf would be the most vocal, even before Malthu had informed her the evening before. Malthu had recounted that one of her own children had been carted off for training because of talents. But we are not from this land, and do not know the rulers. My Mistress and I are on our way to the City, to speak there on a matter.
And you travel alone, the two of you? Where is the rest of your party? The elfs sing-song voice was soothing, likely part of his gift, and both the Sisters inwardly smiled at his attempt.
I would ask what has become of your story of yesterday? Malthu leaned forward, asking the most pointed question. And does your Mistress not speak for herself?
Diva considered a moment, Malthu was canny and the last had not been part of their discussion. Maybe he had doubts about this story as it was, and was using this platform to answer them. She heard Ekanga shift behind her, but could not look, even the pause was dangerous, the appearance of having to think of an answer for a simple question. A slight rustle in her mind and Angelas voice in her ears.
Who here is a Lord? There was Cliffs attitude mixed with Angelas tone. Even that had been barely the proper words, but certainly lordly enough, and conveyed with no little disdain. Maybe Cliff had his uses, too. The dwarf said not a word, no explosion and no comment, when she believed this person might be someone to be feared.
The words came not from Divas mind, but from the elfs. For even a weak talent, he had very little in the way of defenses, and from the way Sibling could read his thoughts, he was conditioned not to notice. That meant he regularly had contact with more powerful psis, that meant they existed here and with an unsettling feeling, Sibling realized it meant that some spies might not be willing, just insensitive to the intrusion.
My Mistress asks you, who is worth her speech? Diva was quick, she prayed that Sibling would not try that again. She would speak to someone of her rank, and we intend to when we reach the City.
The questions after were definitely less hostile. Siblings short sentence had the intended effect, the Council now thought this was not only a human but a ruler or family of one. Their story of trekking to the Capitol for their own business held well, buts of what Ekanga had told her being fitted with the story to make it believable.
And someone of her status travels with only ONE guard? Wilthey smirked, still trying to see how to turn this to his advantage. He was trying to figure out how to ingratiate himself with Sibling, the twins realized with disgust.
When have you known a human to travel without a Talent? One of her family would not set foot beyond her gates without one, and a female to attend to her needs. We travel in a small party for safety and speed, not to draw attention.
Where then, good Troll Guard, are your supplies and traveling things? The scientists tell us that you were found in a clearing, alone and with only what you wear, which is odd enough. Did you intend to make your journey to the Capitol in one day? It is over three days from here, not counting the trek from wherever you came. The facts were not good for them, but they had considered many things.
We would have arrived in short order if you had not placed a person of a royal house in your jail! Diva puffed up, and was considerable even when quiet-toned.
The look the Council gave was disbelieving. Malthu was playing very well, Tasmirins expression of outright hostility had yet to change, and the elf went from calculating to sneer.
A loud exclamation outside the chamber paused all conversation. The guards shifted, one walking quickly to the doors. Another elven clerk rushed in, almost throwing the guard to the floor in his rush.
A human, from the City, waits outside! He says he will see these two, indicating Diva and Sibling, and will not wait. He has several enforcers with him. The clerk looked to Wilthey, who nodded as though this was not unexpected.
Show him in, immediately. The calculating look grew dark, one thin finger rested at his temple and his chin in his palm. The face of a cat upon a bird.
Diva could see why the people thought Sibling was a human from this world, even though her smell was wrong. The being that walked into the hall, accompanied by several armored guards, was human and at first sight, he was Earth Human. Her eyes widened, watching the person stride from the main entrance, bedecked in flowing garments that had to be expensive. The guards with him, trolls from this world, stayed close. From the corner of her eye, she saw the three council members rise and the trolls with Ekanga glance between themselves. Things had escalated quickly from meeting with the council to confrontation with whoever this was.
Diva moved slightly between Sibling and the man, who paused several paces away and glared through pale blue eyes. She could smell that this person was not a human from this world.
Who dares to hold a council without members from the royal house? The man turned away from Diva, looking instead at the three leaders. His tone, stance and even the set of his jaw indicated he was unused to being anything but the authority.
Sibling looked around Diva, staying partially out of sight, but trying to see who this was. Perhaps twenty-five, long blonde hair and pale skin, blue eyes all part of the imperious air he wore like a garment. His clothing was rich as well, a wristlet that had sparkle and his gesturing hands were unmarked by work. The twins concentrated, feeling around the borders of his mind, staying out of contact in case he was also a mind talent.
Prince Par, Malthu spoke loudly, bowing at the waist, ever the politician. We did not expect you
Obviously. Answer my question, what is going on here? The words translated through Divas mind to Sibling, but the tone was clear enough. Divas thoughts were that the accent was wrong, too. No question that the council, guards, even Ekanga were all worried, some scared. Rule by fear, the oldest way to gain power.
Tasmirin was visibly angry, first at the interruption, then that this man, Par, would take that tone. The dwarfs face changed to red and one hand went to her beard, pulling it out of habit. Malthu looked unsure, probably not in a position to argue and used to being more of a shadow in the workings, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood straight. Only the elf looked even slightly pleased, and Diva wondered how this human had known the meeting was here, now, unless there was information flowing unchecked.
This is our matter, Prince, the dwarf was bold, but not stupid. She knew that her people depended on how she acted, causing too much trouble would earn them a place none of them wanted. She was slightly higher than the elfs waist, her weight probably equal to his and her spirit eclipsing the rest of the council. We are the council here.
And I am the Prince, royalty. I had been told that someone had come here, NOT by your council. The princes voice was not pleasant, and Diva imagined it was not pleasant all the time. This was a petulant child, what happened when there were no rules for some and only rules for others. It is by luck that I was able to reach this place in time. I come with the authority to arrest these two, as treason to the throne.
Now he spun back, fully facing Diva. You will come with me and my guard, to be brought before the king and found guilty of treason. I dont know what game you play at here, a supposed human and troll, but you will answer to my father.
*What a disaster* rushed through Divas mind. Their plan had been subtle, try to get clear of the village, get to the main city and find out information in secret if possible, until they could find a way home. She felt Siblings hand touch her back, hidden from view except for two of Ekangas men, and they were occupied trying to decide which side to take if things went bad. Most of the others were sidling over to where the Sheriff stood, making it clear they served him, without regard to the actual rank here.
The pressure on Divas left side increased, Sibling signaling which way they wanted her to move. She saw four guards with the prince, and likely more nearby. Wearing what looked like powered armor, thick joints and cables, their faces exposed, they would be easily a match for anything in this room. Anything from this world, anyway.
Level ten blaster el-ef-tee? Siblings voice caught Diva by surprise, only training keeping her attention on the group. Three people in the room understood that language, the language of Paragon. Diva saw a shocked look of recognition come over the prince, one hand rising to point, then rising to his temples as pain rocked his mind.
The shorter controller stepped out from behind Diva, spreading her arms. The guards never knew what happened, quietly snoring before realization hit them. The rest of the room was quiet, council members looking dumbfounded, Ekanga and his men poised to move.
Tell them to be at ease, D. Sibling moved across the room to where the small crowd stood, the prince still reeling from Dominate. This is a refugee from Paragon, and we imagine that the others are, too.
Diva spoke quickly to the council, then turned to where her partner waited for the power to wear off. A sound from the raised dais behind her as the elf quickly ran through a door, she moved. Ekanga was right with her, faster than she would have expected, and his guards gathered their wits to follow.
This way, he will try to reach the offices. The troll sprinted into a side hall, opening doors with force. Diva hated to leave Sibling, knowing they were strictly mentalists, but they seemed to have things well in hand.
A long corridor later, several stout doors lined one wall, each the personal office of one of the councilors. He hadnt seemed dangerous, other than being very sly, but Diva had lived in Paragon long enough to know that even seemingly weak foes could surprise you. She placed one hand on Ekangas arm, gripping his substantial bicep until he looked up to her face.
I guess I should have told you, neither Sib or I are simple people. She smiled and called up a phantom army, the hall suddenly crowded with pale creatures of all physical shapes. The light sparkled on their almost opaque skin, masked and featureless. Ekanga drew an audible breath.
I did not think so, but you are much more than that. The creatures milled about, waiting for direction, absently pacing between them and the doors. A gesture, and they opened the first door to find an empty space decorated with Tasmirins eclectic choice of art and weapons.
He wasnt in his own office either. Bracing herself, Diva threw open the last door, Malthus space, to find more emptiness. Her brow knitted, then there was a scuffling in the hall behind her, followed by an incredible crash and blasts of light. Phantom Army doing a fine job of pounding the elf, when her head poked out to see, Wilthey was trying to stab a decoy with some sort of short sword while one of the phantom blasters dropped him with an electric blast. Her male companion stood in awe.
I
have never seen
he stumbled out, watching as the sparkling beings fell to the floor and disappeared. Diva smiled shyly when his eyes turned to her. You are quite a woman.
Ah, yes, she wanted to revel in his attention, but other events were moving along. But we need to get him back, make sure Sibling is fine. She grabbed the elf, amazingly light, by the back of the robe and packed him like a suitcase back to the meeting hall, accidentally hitting a couple doorframes on the way.
When they entered the room, the council was sitting again, Malthu and Tasmirin deep in discussion with hushed voices. The raven-haired Sibling still paced near the foreign guards and the prince, all asleep now. Troll chief and dwarf quieted as the two trolls carried Walthey in, Ekangas men coming to place him in custody.
Perhaps you should explain, Trollkin Diva, the stern sound of Malthus voice carried, his interest now in more than simply why they were here. The display of power from Sibling alone was amazing, and he had not seen Divas abilities. You did not mention any of this.
Elder, for this I apologize, but we did not want to cause trouble.
Trouble! Trouble?! Tasmirin fumed, Diva wondered if she had any other emotion besides outrage. You just harmed a royal! In our chambers, and her guard and attacked a council member. Her voice digressed into loud laughs. I would have paid my mothers wedding price to see that!
It was not at all what Diva expected, a second passed and then she laughed as well, watching Malthu smile wide, his teeth protruding. The dwarf stumped down from the platform, coming to pat both Sibling and Diva on the arms.
That man was the one who comes here every year, lording around and telling us what to do. But you spoke to him in the royal tongue, if I heard it correctly. A curious eye passed over Sibling, taller only than the dwarf.
It is our language, Diva interpreted both ways, quickly.
He is from Paragon, perhaps clearance ten, and an electric blaster. The twins eyes steadied on the sleeping princes head. The councils guards had taken the powered armor off the others, rounding them into a small office it would take time to break free from. We will wake him, but this matter needs to be settled. Diva, tell the council we intend to return anyone from our world to our world. This is not right.
The mans eyes opened, bleary, a headache pounding between his ears.
Hello, again. Sibling spoke her native language. We know you understand us, and there is no need for further injury. Who are you? Their voice was soft, female and as unthreatening as they could make it.
Youre from Earth? Pars voice was strained, the pain still acute, but his hands were free
That would be unwise, when was the last time you tested a Mind Controller? The bright green light from her eyes was a warning to Par, Sibling was far beyond danger from the prince. You will return with us, along with any others that came with you. The question is still, who are you, and why are you here?
Par was smart, the cape and aura meant that both the troll woman and this Sibling were more than a match, some high level skills for certain. He had wanted to go home for some time, not that the royal life was bad, but he missed his real family. It didnt take any more convincing, he started talking.
It happened during the invasion, one of the guards carried a glass of water to the prince. They had placed him in one of the chairs, and Diva stood to one side, keeping him aware he was in custody. We were part of one of the small teams near City Hall. Six of us, friends since high school and a guy who promised to power level us, had just come from Lady Liberty. None of us were heroes, or any kind of them. Jeez, I mean, I just got my third level clearance.
His lordly manner had dropped as soon as he started using English again. From the way he held himself, Sibling guessed he was just some young man that had been in a bad place at the right time. He didnt look into anyones eyes, more embarrassed now that someone knew his secret. He had been taken easily, no way to really test or train here, so what powers he had were slow to develop.
One of the Riks, popped up right next to the steps, maybe twenty feet from us and Jeremy, he noticed Sibling lift one hand, asking for more detail, Yeah, Jeremy, hes a friend, he was there, hes an Empath. So, anyway, this big freakin Rikti just stands there, and was no way we were going to tackle him. His back was to us, and we were blocked by a wall. No travel powers yet, you know. That sucks. He took a drink of water, just being able to speak English again felt good.
This big black swirling thing was right between us, and more of the aliens come walking out. I almost peed my pants, but they kept walking away, probably figuring they had only the wall behind them. You ever see one of those swords? Now he glanced up, trying to catch Divas eyes, afraid to meet the mind controllers. Jeeezus big, all glowie and stuff. They were hacking away at some high levels, big fight.
One of the heroes, he blasted this big Head-guy with some bomb thing, blew up a flying robot, too. That knocked me and Jeremy through the swirly, he didnt seem to know the terms or words for the higher level threats. Headmen, Drones or portals. Pop! Show up here, and a minute later, the others come flying through. Then the swirly disappears and it sunk in, we were stuck and had no flippin idea where we were.
Sibling believed the story, partially because they could see the truth in his mind, and partially because the story sounded familiar. There were tales of people going missing after the invasion, and the twins knew the portals could send Rikti through, why not people. Maybe they just didnt have good accuracy, or the peoples biology caused them to shoot off somewhere else. Diva snickered, his head came around with a scowl.
Sorry, the big green woman said, It just seems funny that you come here and become villains. Sibling felt no humor from her, the smile looked real, but something was wrong with her thoughts.
Well, yeah, he shrugged, assuming she did think it funny. The other guy said we could run this place, no talents even our level. Be kings and stuff.
His chair almost shattered when it fell backwards, his legs well off the floor and eyes like saucers. Divas smile had become an outraged sneer, holding him within inches of her prominent canines, eye to eye. One handed, she could lift appliances, his weight was nothing. To punctuate her words, she shook him in rhythm.
I lived in this world, you rotten little fop. These are my people, the ones you treat like cattle! The councilors had walked closer, now drew back and Ekanga stepped near, placing a hand on her shoulder, and reaching up to do it.
Divya, he isnt worth your time. There was a gentle note in his voice. He was impressed with her forcefulness, her willingness to call them her people. As strong as she was, the eyes she turned on him were soft and gentle.
Youre right, Im sorry. Her words in the Troll tongue. The blaster still hung in the air, her fist nearly as large as his head, twined into the front of his regal jacket. But you, she turned back to Par, and spoke English again, You are going to take us to these others. They will either agree to leave or I will break them. They will leave, do you understand? His head bobbed at her shaking, but he nodded finally.
They left the village the following morning, Sibling keeping a firm watch on the young blaster's mind. By afternoon they would be close enough to the City to start working on their plan.
The travel was punctuated by spells of fidgeting from the young blaster, Par. By foot, the trip was a good two days, and flying or speeding simply wasnt an option if their plan was going to work. Ekanga and three of his men were now wearing the powered armor, likely that no one would recognize the normal guards until they got much closer to the city.
Par had arrived in a conveyance, something like a levitating carriage, which made the trip a lot easier. The trolls had to walk, but their armor provided for speed no organic body could sustain. Those who had been in the armor originally had decided that being on the side of the Sisters was much preferable to serving as slaves to their old master. Tyranny did not breed loyalty here any more than it did in Paragon. It was almost funny, even Par had seemed happy to shed his place with the possibility of returning and actually being a hero again.
Their conversations were mainly one-sided, after Diva and Sibling had learned about the layout and defenses of the capital. Par was hungry, and now the twins had learned, basically lonely for anyone other than the people he had come here with. They lived like kings and queens, but had no friends outside that circle, for someone in their twenties, it was terribly lonely. Sibling could understand, they had been alone for many years on Paragons streets before being found and helped. Maybe that was why the twins had argued for letting Par help them, a sort of atonement. Diva had not been happy, but had accepted the judgment call, she still was going to get her pound of flesh for the way the refugee-heroes had treated her people.
So, we won the war? He had asked for the twentieth time.
That would depend on who you ask, Diva said into the air outside, not meeting his eyes, not trusting herself to be civil to him. I was not in the actual battle, but many of our Sisters did not come back. Parts of the City are still wreckage, and the Rikti still roam the streets in some places.
You also realize, Par, Angelas voice was more gentle, You will all have to answer to the Phalanx when you get back. When we get back. Sibling looked across the space at the side of Divas head, her eyes still watching the landscape pass outside the door. The troll woman had a lot to think about, being home again, Ekanga, the conversation with Tasmirin and Malthu
Sibling had been speaking to Par in the council chambers when Malthu caught Divas eye, signaling her to come closer. The dwarfs expression was cagey, a smile pulling at one of her lips, but the elder Troll was all grin. With the elf securely locked in a closet, guarded by several trolls that would be happy to let him test the door and his thoughts watched by Sibling, there was nothing for Diva to do but wait. She looked twice to the twins, involved with Par, and stepped into the close counsel of the remaining two councilors.
Divya, Tasmirin spoke proudly, Ekanga says you are much more than you appear. He talks about you with a lot of respect. Her sour face did not wear a smile well, but she tried, showing a gap where a tooth had once been in her smile.
More than respect, I think, Malthu added, a twinkle in his eyes. Diva bowed her head a little, embarrassed and blushing deeper green. No need to be shy, I can understand why he looks at you. Hes my son, and a good judge of character.
Bah, enough about her love life. The dwarf smiled wider, in her family, jokes about romance tended towards the crude and graphic. Malthu and I were talking about being short one member of the council. Rules are rules, there must be three, and once this gets out, that you have managed to unseat one of the most despised royals so easily, we know who will be chosen.
Diva was still thinking about how her behavior with Ekanga had been seen. They had spent very little time together, shed actually only been on this world a couple days, but everyone seemed to think they were an item. Well, he was handsome and courteous, but things seemed to be moving a little fast for all that. Still, it had been a long time since she had felt comfortable with any other troll, Paragon didnt have many decent males, and most of those werent true trolls, not from this world.
Well? Diva had missed something from the tone in the female trolls voice. Would you take it?
I
Im sorry, she tried to find what they had spoken about, something about the council and rules.
Would you take the seat on the council?
Diva snapped back to the carriage, the memory almost too fresh. Sibling was watching her, interested but not staring. She knew the twins would not eavesdrop, but her emotions must be easy to read, as chaotic as they were. Par was rattling on about how bad the food was here, how he missed the steakhouses. A gesture from Diva, *Its OK*.
Siblings hand answered, *Friend, no doubt*.
They rode like that most of the afternoon, morning would bring them to the outskirts of the city. Ekanga passed the window several times, peeking in and meeting Divas eyes, and she smiled every time. Little winks, expressions, Sibling saw them, and was happy their friend was able to be at ease.
Huh?! Siblings hand moved to their side, a buzzing surprised them. The badge from Portal was humming and vibrating, then the one Diva wore started as well. What the?
Sibling held the badge in one hand, after a moment the vibrating stopped and a soft crackling replaced it. They had assumed the thing was only a piece of coded plastic, apparently a lot more was inside than just their photos.
You there? A tinny voice came from the badge, still recognizable.
Adavan! Angelas voice carried relief, surprise and a little frustration. Where are you?
Eh, question is, where are you? Accident in the lab, and weve been working hard to get through. Diva there? You healthy? Like the mission guide he was, to the point, important stuff first.
Yeah, Im here, too. Diva spoke towards the plastic card she held, turning it over as though she expected to see his face.
There was a pause, some sounds came from the card that werent voices, then a loud bang and some cursing in another familiar voice, deeper than Ads.
Love! Are you there? Gals voice drifted away for a second, maybe she was talking to someone else, Could you have made this thing any smaller? Damn it, her voice faded again. Nikky, will you hold that little thing for me?
Sibling had to smile in spite of the situation, and Diva was almost laughing. If Gal was trying to hold one of the cards, she would have had to use tweezers, her own hands too large.
Were here, lover, and were well. Calm down.
Calm down, Hell! Ad gets you shot off to Goddess-knows-where, his crap breaks down and then he says the same thing to me. Her voice was louder and softer, like a bad phone connection. The Lady knew more about what was up than he did.
We have a little problem here, and are on the way to fix it. Angelas voice was relieved now, hearing Gal made things seem a little better.
Ad says he thinks they can get you back soon. Says theyre workin on the portal. Were helping him along. Sibling knew that tone, and glanced up to Diva, who had a blank stare.
We? They almost knew the answer, they knew Gal.
I gots forty-seven Sisters here, been camping in the control room since yesterday. Once he gets that ring fixed, were coming. The black tankers voice came over flat, determined.
Forty-seven? Gal, thats crazy. This is my home world, were alright! The troll womans face broke into a smile just short of laughter. Par was very small, trying to be invisible next to her.
All that would fit in the room and leave space to work. Her friends voice echoed, Shock Bubble must have been there listening all the while, and that was even better news. Hiya, D.
Connections gonna go, Ads voice in the background.
Listen, Diva spoke up, We have some coming with us, refugees that will need restraint. Can we call using these things?
Should be able to, just use it like your Comm badge from the City. Ad answered. Dont count on instant response, more like a phone.
Good, well call you. Theres some work to be done. Twenty-four hours. Diva nodded to Sibling.
You aint called by then, Im gonna bring firepower, babe. Love you, Ang.
The card grew quiet, the connection gone. Tomorrow, they would be in the City and it sounded like maybe they would be home before sunset. Sibling smiled wide.
"I hate this part," Diva said again. The binders were inert, only enough to pass a cursory examination. She didn't care, having anything on her hands and legs was unnatural, but they would never get through if she was unfettered.
The plan was for Sibling and Diva to be captives, until they could all get within easy distance of the other refugee/royals. Ekanga and his men could pass for the guards, and from what Par said, none of the royals would know better. Par would bring them all into the residence, and as long as their disguises held, they would stay calm. Diva and Sibling had been totally in agreement about no casualties, the twins could handle anyone scared into acting, and Diva was well able to deal with the royals.
"Just be careful you don't flex, these things would split." Sibling was helping to fit the tubular restraints, but the expandable contraption was barely large enough. The comment was only partially a joke, and they doubted the device would have held the green giantess even if they were powered.
Once they were all settled, the restaint on Diva and similar device on Sibling with the addition of a flashing skullcap, the party started back towards the city. Watching from the cabin, it was obvious that this entire city was ruled with fear.
People in the streets, some well dressed and some in work wear, would not look directly at the carriage. Many more races lived here apparently, besides the elves, dwarves and trolls. Diva saw ogres, long-limbed Runlings, mottled-skinned Hillyards and numbers of others. None would look their way, and scurried to move when the carriage came into view.
Her mood darkened even more. When she had lived here, or at least on the other continent, there were conflicts and some unease, but this looked like a fiefdom, and a few comments from Par over the last few hours confirmed that everyone supported the monarchy. By "recruiting" all the talents, they deprived the citizens of any means to resist, and any way to use those talents to help themselves. This was a Paragon, but ruled by some tyrant.
"Sibling," Diva's voice was low, calm as she tried not to burst the bonds, "I really don't like these people." Her gaze swung back inside, meeting the small controller's green, glowing eyes.
"You are not alone, but there are laws. If not here, in Paragon, and those who will judge them." The twins knew how much she cared, and it was somewhat shocking. Diva had never been quick tempered, but seeing people, she called them "her people", treated like this, they understood her emotions.
"Once we have these thugs back in Paragon, this place can return to the way it should be." The carriage was approaching an immense structure, something like a piece of art, crafted and sculpted from stone, on a huge scale. It also looked old, maintained but carrying that sign of age.
Perhaps five stories high, Troll stories from the look of it, fifteen feet per floor, and ringed with elaborate windows and trellises. The face was worked, carvings, statuary and the like. Sibling noticed one of the powered suits come to the window, and Ekanga's face was there.
"That's the residence. Until the Humans took over, the council of races would have ruled from there. They settled disputes and looked after the country, it was much different then." His own face was drawn, but a glimmer flashed in his eyes. "I think we will start that again," his gaze rested on Par, and Sibling knew that none of the royals would be safe after this. If they did not come willingly, they would be hunted, the crush for freedom would come quickly.
Well have to walk soon, just inside the gates. He spoke, watching the road shift from the smooth poured stone to a crushed rock, decorative for the palace. Several more guards were standing near the gates, and not all were Trolls.
Par had explained to the council and the heroes, the gifted were placed in schools where they learned that the royals were helping. Build a sense of loyalty and appreciation, and keep them away from the average citizen who might tell them something different. The talented were treated much better than even the guards, and most became very enamored of the life, and seeing that they were special, and should be given privilege. They did generally what they wanted, supported by the working class and citizens. Even in the courts, which rarely held one of them since they were the elite, sentences could be annulled or set-aside by the royalty. The ruling class had a loyal following of enforcers, a typical scenario for a Protectorate State.
Par stuck his head out of the window, and the two women had to trust he would follow the instructions. Sibling could control his mind, but there was no way to make him an effective puppet, and they would not do that anyway. Controlling someone would simply look like Sibling in another body, the inflections, language, gestures would all be the same. His part was getting them inside, then getting out of the way.
The group let out a collective sigh as the gate passed behind them. Par had been impatient and imperious, and the guards had happily let them pass. Now a large courtyard yawned ahead: central statuary ringed by the crushed rock for gathering, paths radiating out to various doors in the inner building walls, tall grasses and plants made to soothe the eye arranged like tiny parks. From here, Sibling could see the inner courtyard was a square, a big square, perhaps two hundred yards across, with the building surrounding it.
The carriage coasted to a programmed stop, and they stepped out, in Pars custody. Ekanga and his men made it apparent they were in charge, two on each hero and one of those holding an arm. Several people, mostly elves and dwarves, came from one of the porticos, dressed finely, heading for them.
No need for the welcome, I need to take these to see the King. Par played the spoiled brat well, gesturing to Diva and Sibling. Do not touch them, they are talented.
The greeting party stood back, but their eyes were sad and withdrawn. Sibling could sense that at least a couple truly wanted to see foreigners that could save them. Dressed finely did not equate to being treated finely.
*Diva,* Sibling sent, *these are victims as well.*
*I know, Sib. When we find these people, youre going to want to leave me alone with them.* Mental conversations tended to be flat, monotone. Divas thoughts were not, and Siblings reply felt the same.
*D, you are our friend, always have been. For all that we hold to the Order, and Angela abhors violence, Cliff thinks there are some things we should do together. We will stay with you.
There was no challenge inside the palace either, which was also the greatest vulnerability for despots and tyrants, the lack of real loyalty. In a free society, such as the Sisters had, any initiate would have stopped them and asked what their business was. There would have been questions, or at least someone to notice. Here, the halls were empty, the reception committee had seemed grateful to abandon them, heading to another portion of the sprawling place.
Long halls, decorations befitting royalty, expensive furniture and shows of wealth seemed the norm here. Sibling, Diva and their guards knew there could be no discussion here, so they followed Par silently. The binders were inert, so Sibling could monitor the princes thoughts, and besides anxiety and fear, they sensed anticipation. Whoever they were going to meet, it would make Par happy to see them defeated. Even the royals disliked their Lord.
The guards have to stay outside, Par finally whispered as they approached a set of wide doors. There were more powered armors on either side, trolls and dwarves, watching as they approached. The guards at the doors stood aside, not even challenging the group, and Ekanga and his men slowed, Par giving them an audible order to stand until he returned.
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to be continued, but for now, Im out of time.))
The doors opened on a large room, another display of opulence that the Sisters both realized would have been wasted here, since so few ever came this close to the leaders. At the far end of the space, several chairs sat facing their doorway, all empty except for a young woman near the left who went from a posture of boredom to one of interest as they moved inside.
Dressed in a flowing gown, wealth and display seemed to be typical for these leaders, she laughed at seeing Diva and Sibling in the binders. Once the doors behind them shut, the woman stood and clapped her hands.
See Par, I knew you could handle it. While the woman talked, Divas head swung from side to side and Sibling was checking the room. It was empty except for this one royal, and there didnt seem to be anyone else nearby save the guards outside the room. Kevin was all worried, but you know how paranoid he can be.
Divas eyes were much sharper than the twins, but as the woman approached them, even Sibling could see she was maybe early twenties, blonde-haired with freckles. Apparently, the life favored her, as the outfit was a little tight and her waist pressed the material, hardly the sort of figure that most in Paragon had. Otherwise, she was dressed sharply, the outfit probably fitted, from her soft-leather shoes to her green and gold dress, some material like silk.
Where is everyone? Pars voice was unsure, almost worried.
Oh, she cast the comment out, havent come in yet, and Walt had to go somewhere to settle some trouble. You know better than that, Im the only one in here before breakfast. She had been moving toward the two captives, interest apparent in her face. So, tell me, who are they?
Par moved between them, trying to keep her occupied. Well, they definitely arent from here, Tasha, but they knew enough not to mess with me. I think I got the council out there to get back in line, too. His tone drifted towards the arrogance Sibling had heard that first time. Whatever else he was, he was full of himself.
Shes a big one, the somehow grating voice observed. Tasha was looking very intently at Diva, the troll woman still scanning the room and not meeting the others eyes. Divas indifference was all show, Sibling could feel the disgust in their friends mind, barely held in check until she realized the room really was empty.
Hey! Troll, Im talking to you. The pudgy woman stepped closer, moving slightly around Par. She was speaking the common tongue, from what Sibling could make out. Arrogance was a trait all these people shared, that and a distinct lack of caution and wisdom.
For a normal human, or likely a troll, the space between this Tasha and Diva would have been enough to avoid physical contact. She stayed a good ten feet back, even after side-stepping Par for a better look. His arms went out, realizing that she intended to get closer, lulled by the binders and the green womans captivity. Most likely, these people had never met talents close their own, at least since they left Paragon. With both Diva and Sibling keeping their auras and capes hidden, it was not noticeable they were anything but novices. Still, no Sister would have approached like that, so sure.
Careful, Par said quickly, holding the light material on Tashas arm. Theyre talents.
Ha! This planet has nothing like Paragon, weve sent that. She responded in English, shaking his hand free, knowing that a troll would not understand.
What makes you think were from here? Divas growl froze the two royals, even Par going white. Her biceps broke the binders like cheap toys, white flaring from her eyes and hair. Half a step and she had the woman by the waist, one manicured hand wrapped in the silk. The only response was a terrified squeak from her tormentor and the sound of Pars feet moving quickly away.
Sibling held the trembling man with levitate, not intending to hurt him. He could not be let run, but his major concern was safety for himself, not exposing the two Sisters. Cliffs voice in their head was course, *Cowards, Angie. Theyre all cowards.*
*Despots and dictators usually are* she replied, hoping that Cliff would not toss Par through any windows or walls. He had been known to.
Sib, Diva was smiling at the reaction from Tasha, changing her grip to avoid a dark spot now appearing on the other womans dress. I think shell need some clean clothes.
Now, Diva spoke slowly, in English to the freckled woman. We are here to take you home, where you will be tried for what you have done here. I want you to nod if you understand. From the look in the young womans eyes as she looked far up into Divas, she might be able to manage that. The stretched grin and pointed canines in Divas smile did not help.
Nod.
Are the others in this place?
Nod.
Will they come here?
Nod.
Are you going to try to fight? Divas smile curled up, hoping, and Angela stayed very quiet while holding Par aloft.
Nod.
Noooo. Diva shook her green head slowly, like one would with a small child. Tasha mimicked the motion, terrified. You are going to be very good. You are going to go and sit in your chair and not say anything, and all your limbs will work when we get home. Do you understand?
Nod.
Are you going to fight?
Shake.
Sibling, let Tasha go back to her seat. Im going to take Par and find the rest of the royals and attract them here. She released the front of Tashas dress and turned slightly to see her friend. I dont want to hurt anyone that is simply a pawn, but Im sure some of the guards will go down fighting. Stay here and keep an eye on her, Par and I will go fishing.
Sibling let Par down softly, his color much better now, as Diva stepped near him and activated an invisibility spell. They both faded from sight, only a slight sparkling where they had been. The twins knew Diva, and had no doubts about her skills, they only hoped she would stay cautious. According to Par, none of the refugees was high level, but his powers of observation had proven less than perfect.
They shook off the skullcap and the inert binders, that ruse having been almost useless. Watching Tasha, they realized Diva had probably placed some sort of fear or deception on her, she stayed curled up in the seat like a little girl. Several doors, and no idea which would produce the others, Sibling chose to stand behind Tashas chair which hid them from everything but the immense windows, several stories off the ground. They waited.
You sure were goin to tha same place Ang and D are? Gal flexed her back, the heavy leather stretching and tugging into place in her jacket. She spoke to a much smaller man, who would have been tall and muscular in a human gym, but next to several of the Sisters in the room, he barely resembled a child.
Irmtraud, as tall as Gals eight feet but twice as thick, helped adjust the womans harness across her back. Gals hammer had been forged by Irmtrauds own hands, the various buckles and rings made there as well. A Fire Tanker, the pale-skinned woman relied on her scarred knuckles and mallet-sized hands.
Nearby, Shock Bubble and Nikky giggled at the leather belt that was all Irmtraud wore for clothing. When they had arrived, days ago, the German woman had worn a course woolen robe, but she would not go into a fight wearing anything but that wide belt. From behind, she didnt look female, but it didnt keep Ada from being uncomfortable about seeing her chest.
Traudl, Shock laughed as Ada diverted his eyes again. Wont you at least put on a shirt?
Why so? It will only burn off, and then wasted a good shirt. She patted Gal roughly on the shoulder, smiling. She noticed the ducked head of their guide. And I be not shy of what the Goddess gives. Several of the other Sisters in the room laughed, emotions running high with the possible battle ahead.
An shouldnt be, Gal turned and winked, bringing another laugh from Sharon and Lupa. Sharons ebony skin was oiled, in tradition, glaring brightly under the artificial lights while she practiced with the two short swords that were her weapons. Lupa, the part leopard woman, crouched on the floor, all nervous energy.
Sparks and small balls of energy crackled around Shock Bubble, who was the smallest woman here except for Nikky. Tiny, petite and normally very quiet, Nikky had an innate ability with weather, especially the cold. Where Shock preferred bright colors and flashy clothes, her friend was always in grey, except for the obligatory green sash that denoted her rank in the Order.
All told, there were almost fifty women in the room, all armed or ready. The portal had been blessed by the technicians, who assured them that it would drop them close to Siblings transponder card. Gal was not at all sure, and the evening before had spoken to Ada and his lead techs about this mission. There was no doubt today, if something went wrong, Portal would be paying several disability claims when they returned.
The best I can make it, Gal. You know I wouldnt screw you or Sib over. He was wearing his mission gear, too. He wasnt going to let friends go into this alone.
Again, you mean. The tank looked down at him, her hands and arms coating over with stone. Damn straight better not. My wife gets hurt in this, gonna be Hell to pay.
Shock, babe, lets get it started.
The pink haired girl nearby hovered off the floor, motioning to the control room above. Whatever the technicians did, they started doing, and the metal wheels on the platform started moving, spinning faster and faster. The vortex crackled to life, stabilizing into something like a vertical pool of water, light spilling over the women, each one part of a whole. This kind of power faced down the Rikti or the Hammidon, but Irmtraud had said it best: Come strong, or dont come at all.
Shock Bubbles blue-painted fingernail tapped a button on her iPOD, the speakers in her costume spitting out the first chords of Gals favorite fight song. Brian Johnsons wail echoed off the walls, Angus guitar screaming
Wrecking balls
banging the walls
work hard and tough
want some rough
Continuing on the 'morrow. 
The ringing in her ears barely diminished as she stepped out of the maelstrom of the portal and into a room, that single step covering untold miles. The experience wasnt nearly as disorienting as a teleport, Gal thought, surprised. More like walking from a dark room into a light one: gravity, sensations and even balance not interrupted for even a moment. Her pleasure ceased when she realized there were only four women with her.
She scanned the room: stone walls made of something like granite, maybe twenty feet on a side; a roof at least four feet above her head, vaulted to support something massive above; the floor was stone as well, but hewn, as though this were a basement with bedrock beneath her feet. This woman knew rock, and the structure around her was solid. No hum of machinery, no vibration to indicate modern conveniences like heat or air.
She looked to Lady Gemini, the ranking Lady in the room. If the other Sisters had made it through, she had no idea where they were. Gemini, herself, Michele (Irmtrauds apprentice), a young blaster named Babetta and Gypsy were the only occupants. Where Narshawn, Irmtraud and all the others were, she could only guess. Even their guide, Ada, was missing. One person she KNEW was here, she could feel them.
Sibs here, she said softly to the veiled Gemini, in her relief, barely remembering the proper, Lady. Her tattoos burned as their magic allowed her to sense this, even as her mental connection to her lifemate confirmed it.
We are separated, the Asian woman said succinctly, almost emotionless. Gemini was a fighting machine, Death in the flesh, and she spared little except to instruct others on what she wanted. This was the Lady that no one sparred with, the persona kept in a tiny cage, locked tightly inside her outward personality. On the Island, she was considered strict and hard but fair. In battle, no one was fit to judge her.
Our priority is finding Lady Sibling and Lady Diva. We do not know what has happened to the others, and we do not care now. Gypsy is fastest, she will scout. Michelle, Babbetta and you, she pointed to Gal, using the free hand and keeping her katana reverse gripped in her other, will stay together and follow when I signal. All three of the younger women felt the strange tingling in their tattoos that indicated a summons. Gypsy, still new to the Order, had yet to receive them. You understand?
The women nodded, Gypsy tracing a motion in the air that created a magical aura around her. Her motions now would all be too fast for any normal person to see clearly, and when she ran, she would be a blur. Gal unfastened the mallet at her back, coating over in armor made of stone. She would be slowest, but the others would never leave her.
Gypsy, you proceed until you meet resistance or an intersection in path. The only door out of the room was innocent enough, they all faced it. Gemini motioned and Gypsy was gone.
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Traudl! I didnt know! The words were hard to understand, Adas teeth gnashing together with every shake of the muscular Tanks arm. He swung about like a doll, several other Sisters looking about in confusion. Irmtraud exercised a considerable restraint in not using her powers, but she was getting her point across.
I see no Sibling! His feet were easily four feet from the ground, his glasses askew as she gave him another hard shake. I see stables, I see livestock and I see fewer Sisters than I saw a moment ago. Explain!
Irmtraud! Her proper name drew her attention, Lupa stood at a window, speaking over a shoulder. Other Sisters are outside, they just fell into a pond. The flash of her feline eyes indicated her anger as well.
The Portal must have malfunctioned, or this is an unstable place, the suspended man said aloud, bringing Irmtrauds square face back to him. You will all be scattered, but nearby.
The huge woman dropped Ada to the floor, stalking to the windows and bending to see out. They had taken notice that the height of everything was a little higher than would be normal on Earth, everything scaled up slightly. Even the odd animals milling about in stalls here, lined up like a horse barn on either side, would be large for humans.
Indeed, outside in the courtyard, near the center of the immense open area, a number of Sisters had appeared and were making their way out of the waist-deep water feature. Irmtraud was shocked by the scale of the buildings she could see outside, the stables where they were part of some huge building with an open area in the center. It reminded her of castles in Germany, built as fortifications with areas in the center to hold troops and people, while being able to seal off the walls. From what she could see, it was built to house thousands, the several story wings hundreds of feet long.
Everyone, get out there. I see Almira, she will have some idea what goes on. A mass of movement further off, but coming toward the fountain and the water soaked Ladies outside, drew her eyes. Get out there, now. Troubles on its way.
Flashes of light, the sounds of doors as some superspeeded out and the few who either had no fast travel abilities or were too young yet. The stable emptied, leaving Ada to catch up, still brushing grass from his uniform.
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Osmella knew that something was wrong, the moment they stepped through the portal. Her powers gave her the ability to touch other minds, and she kept a light contact with everyone from her team at all times. As the Portal had dropped them into this pond, she instantly knew their numbers had changed.
She felt the seventeen Sisters currently wading out of the water, but the rest had either disappeared or faded substantially. Her job was coordination, telling who to go where, keeping matters under control, like an all-seeing spirit. If someone was hurt, she moved protection to them and told healers to move in, if there was trouble, she moved scrappers and tanks to it. Sibling could crush minds and scramble thoughts, Osmellas ability let her oversee everything, in touch with the enemys minds and her allies.
She knew Almira was behind her, some wry humor in the silent Sisters thoughts. That everyone here was alive and unharmed, she gave that back to her superior, along with the notion she would find the rest. As she walked out of the water, her soft boots squelching, she located Irmtraud and her group, coming towards them.
A directed thought, from Sharon, already out of the water, was relayed quickly back to Almira. Sharon saw a number of large, armored creatures coming towards them fast, from a doorway in the building around them. She could almost see through the other womans eyes, Sharons perfect vision picking out the features of Trolls in powered suits, dwarves in similar, though smaller outfits. They carried weapons, in hand.
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Gals here. Sibling felt it the moment her partner had stepped from the portal. Other Sisters were here as well. They were early, and apprehension flowed through the twins thoughts. If someone didnt give the Sisters a clue, they would have no way to know that most of the people here were innocents. Likewise, the people who lived here would likely view this arrival as hostile, and wars started over small things.
They had time to confirm to Gal they were fine, but that conversation was cut short by the sound of some commotion. The same door Diva and Par had left through swung open, and some
thing floated in. Seasoned enough not to simply stare, the creature was certainly not from this world.
Black, semi-transparent and covered in wavering tentacles, menace seemed to ooze from it.
Your powers will not work against this mind, a voice inhuman and somehow insubstantial reached their ears. But perhaps another form would serve better.
Light shifted, the room seemed dim and then bright again, and the creature was replaced with an aged man. Memories that were not Siblings, memories gained from touching other minds, brought recognition. He was far older than the image they saw, but they suddenly knew who this was.
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Out on the lawn, water parting and flowing away from where she stood, Mistress Mers armor-encased head turned. The blue Gemstone that made up her entire suit sparkled from inside, the deep color obscuring any attempt to see her body. Her uniform was carved, like statuary, but completely flexible at all the right points. Where most expected eyes, she had an opaque visor.
Osmella, several feet away, could not feel this woman mind. Not ever. As the visor rested momentarily on the huge, windowed wall more than two hundred yards, and two stories from the ground, away, it paused. She could not see Sibling, the angle was wrong, but she knew.
A wave splashed into Osmella, drawing her attention towards the armored form of Mer. Hand signals passed, the only way Mer could communicate. In a moment, everyone connected to Osmella through her mind knew the same.
The group of approaching Trolls and dwarves was now far down the priority list. Sibling and Diva were the second important thing. Almira and Sharon both looked straight at Mer, but they knew this woman would not be mistaken, not about this.
Gemini was incredibly fast, one of the reasons she was unrivaled in her profession. She was still only an awesomely trained woman though, with some magical tattoos to augment her skills. Her movements would be hard to follow for expert combatants, and when she danced, what she called her style, it was simpler not to look. Still, she was only a martial human.
Gypsys Queen came from the old families, the Romanese from the plains and hills of what is now known as Eastern Europe. Her lineage quite literally descended from the original human stock that had lived in the Carpathian Mountains. Those people remembered the old ways, and her father had been the last King of Gypsies, passing on his knowledge and magic before his death.
In the ways of life, so many things seem to reach points where different things share very common bonds. As she raced through the building, pausing and allowing the others to catch up, or fending off curious staff with distractions so the group could pass unseen, something she had never felt before nagged at her mind. It was like a half-remembered thought or experience. Deja-vu some called it.
As she wielded the magic that made her fast, or strong or her uniform hard as steel, the feeling grew. Every casting of spells seemed to brush against it, tugging a little more at her thoughts. It was unsettling, but she knew her duty and could not let it distract her. Whatever it was, she would remember it or it would pass.
Gemini looked sideways at the masked woman at the next corner, the katana at her side unbloodied. She was glad for that, and hoped it would stay that way until she could sheath it again, only drawing a drop of her own blood. Something about Gypsy, the way she frowned, seemed out of place. Now was not the time.
Gal motioned, asking for the Asians attention. No one would speak, the chance of being overheard still too high, even after what seemed like miles of corridors. Gemini had not heard from Osmella, and did not know if anyone other than Sibling was here. Something interfered with the mental links, and the small group here simply did not know what went on outside.
The huge tanker signed to Gemini, the mental connection between Gal and Sibling stronger and closer than with Osmella. A signal all Sisters learned: Hurry, and another: Trouble.
The tiara Gal wore had gone from dull red in the main stone to blood color, and blazed like a light. It showed the womans worry and anger. They were getting closer.
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Angela recognized the creature that appeared before them, but only because one other Sister had ever seen it. Like opening an ancient book and seeing a face there, then glancing up to the person standing in front of you and seeing that face. What should have been dust, and stone and dust again with age, the being facing them with the grim smirk should have long been dead.
So, then, you do recognize me, the lined, but fiercely vibrant face split in a smile with no mirth. I can smell the stench of your home on you. I wasnt even sure if she still lived, after all that happened as I was exiled here.
He did not move, other than to casually cross his arms, confidence and arrogance rolling off him. His outfit was understated, for someone of this power, just a dark purple robe and belt tie at the waist. The sleeves were wide and open, the bottom hem brushing the floor, a subtle flash of runes embossed into the material flashing as it moved around him.
I recognize you, [censored] son, Cliffs rumble came from the slight female form of Sibling. It usually took a moment for someone to catch that, but this being had seen far stranger, and channeling was a daily thing. The twins fists clenched, they already knew mental powers would not harm this thing, a black hole where any living mind would be bright.
Its good to be remembered, it gives power. With the last word, it wasted no more time.
The marble floor turned liquid and hardened around Siblings feet. Cliff threw up telekinetic barriers barely in time to deflect chunks of stone and glass as columns broke and the windows shattered. A whirlwind of debris focused on the controller, unable to flee or move from the stone manacles on their feet. Angela had retreated into their mind, and Cliff knew it would not be long, not against this thing.
Tasha stayed in her chair, still stunned, as pieces of debris whistled around her. She had been a puppet from the start, all of them had been. They had followed this thing, in human guise, through a portal and onto this world, years ago. It had been an opportunity for the creature, anywhere on Earth, exercising its powers would have brought unwanted attention. It had waited, hiding, until arriving here and using Tash, Par and others as pawns to rebuild its powers.
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Osmella sensed Irmtraud and the others as they approached, ahead of the oncoming defense forces in powered armor. It was better than wearing radios, as thoughts flowed instantly. Almira was already planning, and the groups met, fountain between them and the trolls and dwarves that approached.
Seconds were all it took, as the groups formed teams, each knowing its jobs.
The seniors grouped together: Almira, Irmtraud, Lupa, Sharon and Mer. The other Ladies and younger members would handle the possible threat of the forces approaching, though now more cautiously. Osmella would stay and coordinate, translate and act as their link to the smaller group led by Almira.
Ada, Irmtraud said as he finally arrived, You should stay here. Her voice could sound like thunder, like a command, but her tone was more concerned than was normal and came across more as a serious plea. What is there, She pointed with one massive hand to the shattering windows, Is an old danger to us.
The other seniors unsheathed weapons, Irmtraud accepting a warhammer from a younger Mistress who bowed low in handing it over. Sharon twirled the special Kukri, massive knives able to cleave trees and stone, one in each hand. Lupa stood, stretching her back and Mer simply stood, like the statue she appeared to be. Almira kept her own council, head bowed. Ada got the feeling this was not going to be easy, whatever it was.
If things go badly, she looked down into Adas eyes, Fight if you like, but I would tell you flee. She rested one hand on his humanly-broad shoulder. This threat has made waste of entire countries.
The water in the fountain boiled around Mer, Osmella stepped to Almira, a hurried departure, but they all had tasks ahead.
Be well, the blonde mentalist said to her mentor, Almira, Do good.
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Par led Diva through a maze of passages, heading to what was the living quarters. Neither had any idea of what went on outside. The being in the throne room above blocked most telepathy, and the mass of the building blocked noise and vibration.
A group of glistening servants and clones followed Diva, she would not be caught unawares. A barred door, unlike the others in this hall caught her attention. She paused and called Par back.
What is here? She asked, her voice already taught.
Thats the holding cells, where we keep the commoners, he said, a moment later realizing who he was talking to. The talented who wont serve, he said a moment later, seeing the fury in the tall, green womans eyes.
Lets go there, shall we? Her balled fist in his collar helped to persuade him.
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Gypsy, far ahead of the group now, saw motion ahead, the crack of a tall door near the end of this marble hall. The sounds of destruction had been in her ears for some time, funneled down the stone corridor. Gemini and the rest were minutes behind, the way they moved, and she could not help but sprint ahead and see what they faced. She told herself it was only the right thing to do.
Normally, her speed precluded anything seeing her unless she stopped. She could run right past villains and foes, and not even be noticed, and she counted on that to be the case here. Never-the-less, she muttered a spell beneath her breath, her clothing forming a steel shell against injury.
An aged man was her first sight, hands at his sides in a deep purple robe, a somewhat calm smile on his face. He saw her, almost as though he knew she was coming. Behind him, a swirling mass of rock and glass obscured something, but it moved too fast to see what was at its heart. The voice she heard came from him, clear and accented.
Ah, I see that magic has not been forgotten, either. Welcome, daughter of the Old People. He said the last in Romanese, a word Gypsy would have sworn no one outside the Families would know. She stopped, stunned.
Yes, I know your people, I know where you are from, he continued. His voice held no aggression, no offense, as though he spoke to an old friend. I taught your people the magic you use now.
Now she knew what the memory she felt was. This was old magic, this person felt like old magic. Like the scrolls she had carried from her home when she left, the parchment that was centuries old. She could sense his power, and could sense that what he said was true. He was the first teacher.
Aye, he said, while the wind behind him whirled faster. When the Fey first arrived in the mountains, I was there. I taught your grandfathers, and they wrote what I said. Your family owes allegiance to me, according to the old laws.
She knew what he said was true, that her allegiance was to family before anything else, the line of her blood. This man would have been the first of that line, the first Gypsy, and through that, she owed her life to him. It did not take a moment for her to decide.
Welcome, the man said, speaking to someone behind Gypsy, such that she turned to see. Gemini crouched in the doorway, her blade, Winter Blossom, held above the floor. A noise from down the hall signaled the others approaching.
Blasphemer, Gemini spat. Moving out of the door on her toes, ready to move quickly. She literally did not feel fear, of anything, but she did know when she was outmatched.
The whirlwind wound down behind the man as Gal and the others reached the opening, an effect intentional in its timing. Gals eyes widened, then narrowed, her tiara stone flaring like a flashbulb.
Sib! She screamed, watching the bloody and broken form of her partner slump to the floor, feet still wedged in solid pools of stone. Her gaze flicked over the tiny man, so unassuming.
I will kill you, her voice broke at the end.
Ah, YOU dont recognize me then, he gloated.
Gypsy, come here, Gemini said, softly but no question of the order.
I think not, swordswoman, he crossed him arms again, an arrogant gesture he intended. She is mine, according to the Old Laws. When the dark-haired woman failed to move towards them, the small group of Ladies knew the truth of what he said. The sorrow on her face, the apology in her eyes was like salt in a wound to Gal. Gypsy was siding with him.
Ill kill you both, stone crusted over her, Gal fracturing the tile underfoot with her increased mass. Ill have you brought back, and then Ill kill you again.
He laughed, really laughed at her.
Oh my, he said as Gals tiara flamed. If I died every time I heard that, he paused, considering. Well, perhaps you would care to try?
According to the old rules, though, I should know your name. I am The Merlyn.
It was a ritual, Gal realized. She was relatively new to the Order, compared to Gemini or Sibling, and her knowledge of the arcane parts of the Sisters was not that advanced. Still, every Sister had to learn the past of the Ladies, there were studies that had no bearing on being heroes: History, Politics and more. It was a way to create the society in which they lived, knowledge of the outside world that enabled them all to fit in when they were on missions.
At one time, men dueled. Sometimes with swords and others with guns, but there were rules, tightly governed. It was barbaric, to settle disputes with violence, every Sister would agree, but there were times. Feuds were settled, even among the Ladies, but never with mortal intent. What this person was proposing was a duel, and the rules as she knew them demanded names be exchanged.
He called himself The Merlyn, and that name even children in East St. Louis knew from legend. The Ladies learned a little different history, one more tightly bound to their own past, one that she had heard during her first hour on the Island. She glanced to Gemini, who did not take eyes off the man, but nodded in answer to Gals unspoken question.
Yes, he said, drawing Gals eyes again, She knows me, as does this daughter of mine, motioning to Gypsy, as she stood with her head bowed. Even that one, an absent gesture to Siblings crumpled form, knew me.
I am the last pure son of the Old People, and you are welcome to try me. The terms are no weapons, and you have stated it is to the death. Who are you? His tone, his sneer, both were enough to narrow Gals eyes.
Im Mistress Gal O War, Leslie Brown, daughter ah Lady Irmtraud and partner to Sibling, Sister ah the Order an I don need no damn weapon tah break you. With a casual swing, the massive cudgel she carried landed against the wall. Gemini was a moment too slow, her hand sweeping up in a warding gesture meant to forestall Gal.
No!
As the steel wrapped handle left Gals grip, she felt something move in the room, like the wind had picked up. Her entire form was stone, so dense the marble cracked where she stood. The giantess arm remained stretched out, not lowering, against her will.
Babette stood in shock in the doorway, Tasha the same across the room, neither in any danger so long as they remained unnoticed.
Stupid woman. The robed mans eyes sparkled with insanity, his voice close to cackling with glee. So like that fool who turned me away, so ready to believe in the goodness of humanity, the rightness of justice.
Gal could do nothing but listen. Her body would not obey, not an eyelid, not a finger. She was frozen as surely as if Narshawn had placed her into a block of ice. The man held her, she knew it, somehow being able to control her body.
I am master of the four elements, as they were in ancient times. He raised an arm, and she could see that even though his face was vibrant, beneath the robes he was withered and drawn like old leather. Earth, Air, Water and Fire all obey my commands. How stupid of you to challenge me, made of stone and completely mine to command.
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Gemini was still crouched, waiting for any opportunity and somewhere in her mind cursing that Gal had thrown away the one ward against his powers. The sword she held was the only reason she still lived, she knew that. So long as she held the weapon, his powers were weakened against her.
Her sword was ancient, forged by one of the greatest swordmakers ever to live, and enchanted as well. The blade was several hundred layers of folded and forged steel, nearly unbreakable, but it was the Tsuba, the small handguard, that was protecting her. That was forged of cold iron, and that was one thing no Fey could bear the touch of, and no Fey magic could affect. Gals cast-aside weapon was wrapped in the same material, and she had fallen for the magicians ploy to leave it.
The man pointed a hand towards Gal, who rose like a balloon and pivoted to face the wall. She did not see his smile, the feral nature of his teeth as her body hovered, then tilted until she was parallel to the floor.
*Gemini, NOW!* Reflexes buried below conscious level tensed the scrappers legs, sword pivoting back like a scythe blade.
Gals body speared into the wall, driven by the madmans powers. She was aware of everything, but unable to move or even speak. She did not see Gemini spring, didnt see Gypsy flash out of existence by her powers, she only saw the wall and felt the impact, then things went dark.
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Sibling did not move, Cliff thought it better if they didnt try, too much hurt and he really didnt want to know how bad it was. The tornado of stone and glass had been more than his powers could handle, some had gotten through, and bit by bit, they had broken. It would have been over, until the others came in, so they had played opossum until now.
The Merlyn could kill Gal, easily, no matter how angry she was. He could kill them all, and likely never expend a fraction of his strength. Cliff knew from Angela, from years of study, that there were things akin to gods that walked on the Earth, and elsewhere. They were ageless, immensely powerful and appeared in legends.
The Merlyn was one of them. And no one in this room had a hope of stopping him. Once he had escaped from Earth, he could use his powers and Morgaine could not stop him. That was the balance to his strength, that his teacher, The Lady, was as far above him, as he was above any of them. Now, Sibling could not imagine how they planned to survive, but they would not surrender.
When his attention was distracted, Sibling sent the mental message to Gemini, knowing he had weaknesses, but that there were few chances to use them. As Gals mass turned the stone wall to rubble, Gemini struck.
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It was a lethal blow, the blade should have removed his head from his shoulders. One enchantment of Winter Blossom was that the edge could not be dulled, it could cleave between the very atoms of a material. Geminis skill brought the edge into perfect contact with The Merlyns throat, passing straight over the artery at the side
and sliding away without drawing blood.
She was moving so fast, Siblings telekinesis giving her extra momentum, that she would not realize until after the fact that the blade would not cut him. All thirty inches of blade simply skimmed over his flesh, until the cold-iron Tsuba reached the bare skin.
A flash and howl, one of his hands went to his throat, the other caught her leg below the knee. He was fast, too fast for Gemini now that surprise was lost. She had time to realize that he lived, but sounded wounded, before he swung her into the floor by her leg. Blossom flew from her nerveless fingers, clattering against the marble and spinning near where Gypsy had stood a moment before.
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Gypsy could feel his magic build, and she saw Gal lift from the floor. She had no choice, by the laws her family had sworn to ages ago, she could not fight this man. The laws did not say she had to help him, only that she could not raise a hand to him. As his powers moved Gal, she chose to activate her speed, watching the world slow to a crawl.
She sped past the motionless Gemini, grabbing Babetta and the other young woman from the doorway. They would not know immediately that they were moving, her powers affected only her. Down the hallway, to safety she raced, the only option she had.
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The three guards stayed close to Sibling, who were grateful the Trolls did not attempt to touch them. From the looks of things, the Trolls almost expected that Sibling would suddenly become some forty-foot tall monster and devour them. Even with the differences in their minds, the twins could feel that there was fear in these men, fear of humans. After years being close, Diva was easier to read, her mind more familiar and more easily navigated, when she wished it.
Diva and Ekanga moved off to follow Malthu, leaving the small group and the prisoner alone. Sibling had no illusions, they could not speak any of the tongue and knew that trying any mental contact would probably doom the whole affair. They hadnt lived this long without some observation skills, some motions and actions would likely be universal for any biped: long eye contact a challenge, open hands exposed indicating peaceful intent, a bowed head meaning subservience. They hoped so, anyway.
One of the guards, a Troll with almost red hair, spoke to the other two. One of those broke away while the speaker and the remaining Troll turned to fully face sibling. The walker strode to the barred door of the barn and unbolted it, moving several heavy bars and pulling the single gate open. The interior looked from here to be Spartan, but lit from above, obviously artificial since the sun was almost lost behind the tall trees. The red-haired (actually more a bronze-moss color) Troll made a motion with one arm, almost a request. Sibling lowered their head and started that direction, passing through the door onto a shining floor and into a room that would be small by Troll standards.
There were no decorations, no exposed mechanics or plumbing, just a plain room about ten feet square. Along one wall was a Troll-size bunk, like it had been carved out of the same material the floor was made of, and opposite that a table or ledge. There was nothing mobile or loose in the room, and a small alcove in one corner, with a privacy wall dividing it from the rest of the room, where they found a basin and seat, crude but effective for bodily functions.
Sibling walked to the bed and tested it, no sheets or padding, and was surprised to feel it give slightly to their hand. Sitting on it, the material slowly conformed to their shape, and the temperature was neutral, like it mimicked their body heat. A quick touch on the walls confirmed it was much the same material, and probably very resistant to physical blows with the padding effect. Very clever was their opinion, for a holding cell.
Sibling moved to the center of the floor, certain someone would be watching, and not wanting to antagonize. They sat and waited, all they could do with Diva pressing their case.
Ekanga stayed slightly to the side and rear, showing Diva the direction to the main doorway of the house. Malthu had gone around one side, probably to another door, but Diva knew, at least from her country, that any guest was brought through the front. The craftsmanship of the house was apparent, and shown with pride, carvings on the door and decorative figures made from pale colored stone had been crafted into the actual walls. The walk looked to be one solid piece, until a stray shaft of light revealed tiny crevices where many hundreds of stones had been fitted together. Once she saw the pattern, she could tell the entire path was simply an intricate jigsaw puzzle.
You are Divya? Ekanga spoke as they approached the door.
Yes, she replied startled slightly from her reverie, so unused to being addressed correctly in a native tongue. I am called Divya, and my companion is Sibling. That word was foreign and did not sound precisely the same, she chose to use the human pronunciation, since there was no equivalent.
Your companion, the female? He asked, not entirely without interest. Diva knew that not all questioning is done as such, many truths could be learned by small slips.
My partner, the exact word meant equal and friend.
Not your superior? He asked, motioning that she should open the door with the simple handle. He was professional, she would not be able to take him unawares if she tried to.
Pressing on the metallic handle, the door quietly swung in, revealing a large central room with some matting on the floor, like woven saplings. A group of other Trolls stood near a low couch, chairs for various sized people forming a semi-circle centered on it. She could see that the facial characteristics meant this was likely a large family.
No, I am free, as she is. I hold only to my desire for her company, she is not my superior. Diva realized this would be a key question, if the humans here enslaved others, they would have agents. That meant servants like Troll and Goblins to do their bidding.
These things will be discussed, I warn you, his voice was low, intended for her ears as they approached the group. Know what you will say.
She glanced from the corner of her eye, was there some modicum of concern on his face? Why would he feel the need to warn her, if he was the head authority? That had to wait, she was being introduced as a guest, no matter the circumstances.
Malthu introduced members of the group, which was his extended family, from great-grand children to his wife, Bhuvana. The young ones strained at their parents arms to see closer, some middling year youths trying to appear aloof but their eyes betrayed their interest. She was taller by far, and as broad as Ekanga in the shoulders, now glad she had worn a tasteful outfit for the short trip to Portal Co. Her horns, wrapped like a rams, were the most obvious other feature of difference, all these Trolls had straight horns, short and polished.
Serious questions waited, a political custom here, until after the young were removed. Everyone greeted her, some more wary than others, and then retreated into the house, another custom. When it was left to only Ekanga, Malthu and Bhuvana, Diva knew the time had come for the real questions. Bhuvana brought a large bowl of steaming liquid, and this was not something she understood.
It is tea, something like it from her world, though this had more body and was thicker. Ekanga said. You are a Troll, no matter where you are from
Or the company you keep, interjected Bhuvana, obviously not the deferential wife.
Mother, there may be more here than we see. His eyes rested on Divas, not uncomfortably.
Yes, honored wife, speaker-out-of-turn, Malthu said the word Diva knew, and saw it was applied with some humor. They were an old, married couple. It earned him a withering look from the woman, and brought a small grin from Ekanga.
Diva heard the sound of a door, and turned. The other Trolls stood quickly from where they had taken chairs in the talk. Across the simply furnished room, a troll with almost black hair leaned on a cane, the heavy wood stick grasped between hands small and delicate. From behind her she knew the others had risen, and did the same, the older the person, generally the more revered.
Of course you sense there is more to this Divya than you see! You are my grandson, and thanks be that some of my wisdom passes on. The female Troll moved quite well without the cane as she walked to the group, hooking it in one hand and using only her feet. Diva could feel that the woman was more than an older Troll, but her eyes would have told anyone that, there was a spark there.
Grand Mother CuppaJo, Malthu spoke the honorific title. This was the chief of the clan.
Ah, she waved away his hand, You think I would miss the time to meet someone of such import as this one? Word came to me, and I hurried to see her. This would have been unheard of, for the high chief of a clan to hurry to meet a guest, where Diva was from. Half a world away, the chief would have a petitioner brought before them to plead their case. Definitely, this was not a simple Troll, or even only a Troll Chief.
Divya, the womans voice was strong, as was her grip when she grasped the much taller Divas forearm in greeting. I welcome you to this village, and this world. Diva almost missed the sly ending of the greeting, but the womans eyes were full of mischief.
Yes, I know a many things about you, and your companion. The others were standing in some shock. Could you not tell. Son? Grandson? Even her scent is not right. The womans nose, delicate for a Troll, worked a moment above her toothy smile.
I cannot stay long, here, and maintain my impartial appearance. That elf is suspicious as it is, and has reason to fear should the humans deal with other than him. I have come to tell you, Divya, and you Ekanga and Malthu, that she is true, her companion is not of the humans. They come here by accident, but they are here with purpose.
She made to sit in a large chair, her cane never having touched the floor. Diva could see that what she said caused several emotions in the three others, starting with wonder that the wizened woman knew these things, and ending with interest for more. If this woman was the oldest Troll, which her title proclaimed, it would have fooled anyone by her movements.
The humans come through our lands, Diva, and gather workers and others. Our leaders, in The City, allow this for pledges of protection from some of the more savage bands of others. The workers are made to serve, and this is a plague, but the others, they are our hope. I know that you have the mind gifts, and your companion. This is what the humans truly lust for, and how their armies are so successful. They make those of us, and the dwarves, that show mind powers work for them in their armies. In this way, they control all mentalists in our lands.
She motioned to the rapidly cooling broth. Bhuvana looked somewhat embarrassed, and quickly passed the bowl to her with ceremony. All discussion passed until the ceremony was completed, a sharing of the broth as a symbol of graciousness. It also served to build suspense, which CuppaJo apparently enjoyed. She was used to having the say, being the arbiter and the rule, and was skilled like few others.
Fine, CuppaJo finished, showing great appreciation for the flavor.
Pardon me, Diva began, they steal all your talented, to work for their armies? But I sense
Of course, I am talented, but know the ways to keep from being discovered. Besides, they would not care for a Troll of my age. They wish for the easy to indoctrinate youth, my mind is iron to their methods. I have passed some of my talent to my son and grandson, she motioned to the two males.
However, our skills are small compared to yours. You, and your companion, have as much power as all those I have ever known, together. Do not try to be modest, I know the truth. Diva quieted, accepting the great compliment. You have come for a purpose, not by accident.
She rose, quicker than one would have expected. I must not stay long, or some will question my fairness, my diplomacy. Tomorrow, representatives will come from The City, and the Council will vote. Know these things, and listen to me Sister Divya, that reference immediately had her attention.
The people from The City guess what is afoot, and mean you harm. You and Si-bil-ing, the word was difficult, have the chance to help this world. You could fail, and should rely on my family, even when I cannot help you. Finally, this is most important, she was walking toward the door, the family moving with her, Morgaine knows of this, and the great pattern continues beyond even our sight.
Be well, Daughter. Grand Mother CuppaJo spoke quietly. Her words meant she would not be able to intervene, or be compromised, and this she would not do if it endangered her family. With that, she left by a side door, and Diva would have sworn she literally disappeared in a flash of light.
She is rarely seen outside the council Sanctum, said Ekanga, still seeming stunned. This was a singular honor.
A weight increased on the young womans shoulders, and Diva hoped she could bear it. The hopes of a whole race? Her race? She needed to speak to Sibling, she needed a week to speak to Sibling. Occupied by the oracles words, she missed the awe that passed over Ekangas face when he gazed on her again.
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I don't get it.