Skip day!

I am having difficulties with these next few chapters and am taking my time working on it. It’s still going to be a hot mess that will get heavily edited in future, but despite my promise of a 2/18 update… I have become a liar and a bum.

But I will update 2/25! I promise!

49. Interlude

  Jennifer had made the mistake of asking Vincent and Polypt if there was a way to see outside of the vehicle. It was made of a smooth opaque metal and there were no windows of any sort – the only structures the ship seemed to have inside included a storage cabinet that looked half built into the smooth wall and a control panel that Polypt had been showing to Vincent and the other team members as they arrived. She had thought that perhaps a screen would display the outside of the ship, but instead the smooth metal of the hull itself seemed to become transparent, giving a full 360-degree view of the outside. The control panel inside remained solid and opaque, as did the cabinet.

Jennifer had shifted nervously at the change, glancing down to see that even the floor of the ship had gone transparent. It unnerved her to be standing on something that felt solid enough under her feet but that she couldn’t see – like she was floating. She wanted it to return immediately to how it had been, but her stubborn streak kept her silent – she didn’t want to admit that it unnerved her.

 They waited for the rest of the team to arrive, each member getting a basic rundown on vehicle operation. Jennifer felt inwardly relieved to see that some of them were more visibly disturbed by the interior view. Once they were all gathered, Vincent had made a final plea to be included in the mission. “I’ve already learned so much about this craft. Just let me stay in it, you don’t even have to take me into the mothership,” he pleaded.

 Jennifer pursed her lips when he said “mothership,” wondering if he was taking any of it seriously, and gently but firmly insisted that he could not go. He finally nodded and stepped off the ship, still upset but at least following orders. Once the exterior was sealed, Polypt operated the controls. It was like zooming out on Google maps if they had decided to make Google maps a VR experience. There was nothing to grab onto, so Jennifer clenched her hands into fists and held her breath as the ground dropped away at an alarming rate, and Vincent’s pouting figure disappeared beneath them.

 If someone had told Jennifer that she was on a moving vehicle, she might not have believed it. There was no rumbling, shaking, or gravitation pull as the ship accelerated into the sky, so as far as her body was concerned, she was standing completely still in a quiet room.

 That made the view somehow worse.


 A part of her had thought that it would take longer. That the trip itself would be more substantial. But instead, the horizon of the world peeled back, revealing the curvature of the Earth, and all too soon they were above the atmosphere. Several members of the team gasped in awe at the sight spread below them, Jennifer included. It was amazing. For a moment, her mind reeled trying to tick off in her head how many women had been to space, but it was a subject on which she was woefully lacking in knowledge. The moon landing had occurred when she was a toddler, but she still had vague memories of the day, of her father’s excitement and how contagious it had been.

 “We’re approaching the ship,” Polypt said, her mandibles clicking softly as she spoke. Jennifer’s head swiveled, trying to spot it, causing Polypt to make a strange rustling click that Jennifer realized was a laugh. “It’s invisible. The sensors on the control know where it’s located at least, and will dock us into a craft notch appropriately.”

 Jennifer nodded, feeling a flutter of trepidation. “And they won’t know we’re coming?”

“No. They know that I escaped on one of their craft, but they are not expecting my return. They sent several craft down to search for me, but I have been using my time waiting for your team tracking those vehicles. Vincent was able to make it appear that we are another of those craft, returning earlier than scheduled.”

Jennifer nodded, frowning slightly. “Vincent was able to do that?”

 Polypt nodded. “He learned quickly what I showed him, and improvised intuitively from there.”

Jennifer considered that for a moment, already experiencing her first twinge of regret so early in the mission. “Do you think we should have brought him with us?”

Polypt’s head swiveled around as her body remained still, tilting slightly, and staring at Jennifer with large, glittering eyes. “No. He would have not have been helpful going forward.” Jennifer stared back wordlessly as Polypt’s head turned to focus forward once more. “We are ready to dock. The location this craft notches into leads out into a hallway There should be no one there to greet us, but we should be cautious exiting in case someone happens to be passing by.”

 Jennifer nodded, gesturing for her team to arm themselves and to step close, reaffirming the plan although they had all gone over it already. As a prisoner, Polypt had very little knowledge of the ship. The only interior space that she was aware of as large enough to store a full airplane was a docking bay where equipment and supplies could be loaded. They would go to investigate the airplane and retrieve the black box. After that, Polypt would lead them to the area where she had been kept, where there were more holding cells for other prisoners. Polypt suspected that humans were being kept in the cells neighboring hers.

If they were caught, the plan was to split up – Hall and Reese would accompany Jennifer and Polypt to the holding cells to find and account for all the human prisoners. The Rescue team would take anyone they found immediately to whatever nearby craft they could escape on. The others would split up and cause chaos, drawing the Bastards away from the Rescue team. After an hour, regardless of mission success, everyone was to find the nearest craft to abscond with and operate it well enough to at least crash into the Earth below.

  It was suicide, but it was the best they could manage on short notice. What if the humans were imprisoned in a different part of the ship completely? What if they weren’t alive? What if the plane had been broken down completely? What if they were immediately spotted and their tactics and weaponry were easily outpowered and outmaneuvered and they were captured? What if, what if, what if… and even if they did everything great and all piled into the nearest several crafts they could commandeer, what if they controlled the thing so poorly that they shot off into space instead of towards the Earth? They all only had a basic crash course on operating the vehicles, after all.

 The craft slid into place so smoothly that Jennifer didn’t know they had finished docking until Polypt said, “Be ready.” Jennifer nodded, gripping her handgun loosely at the ready, gesturing Manuel and another member of the team forward. As the exit opened, it revealed a beige hallway with taupe floors that looked almost like a smooth stone. The color scheme threw Jennifer off for a moment – perhaps in her mind she had a mental image of something sleek and futuristic, gray, black and white, smooth metal like the vehicle they had just arrived in before it had gone transparent. Something with harsh white and blue lights.

 The two that had moved toward the door peaked down both sides of the hall, then gestured that the coast was clear. Polypt took the lead – she claimed to have a peerless internal sense of direction and remembered the way clearly. As the entire team moved down the hall, Jennifer realized she could hear the faint sounds of voices speaking in English. “What is that?” she asked quietly.

“They play the broadcast – what you call the Stream – through the entire ship. It is available to watch in every room, and as such is easily heard even in places where it is not playing.” Jennifer strained her ears for a moment, attempting to pick up the sounds of her daughter’s familiar voice, then shook her head. She had no time to focus on anything but this mission.

Luckily, the first part went smoothly. Polypt led them directly to the storage bay, and they only had to duck back to avoid a pair of figures walking ahead one time. Despite their curiosity to see what the Bastards looked like, not a single member of the team attempted peaking too long at them, and Jennifer was inwardly proud of their resolve. The storage bay seemed miraculously unoccupied. The plane sat out in the open, gleaming in the lights that flickered to life automatically as they entered the room.

 “That’s it. Flight 5071,” Reese let out a low whistle, lowering his weapon as he looked over the length of the plane. “All in one piece.”

 “Think of how many hours we spent looking for broken bits,” Hall griped, grimacing.

“This is good, we know that the crew and passengers all came aboard in one piece,” someone else said as well.

“Enough chatter. Obtain the black box and perform a cursory search of the plane.” Jennifer stood back, keeping an eye on the door with Polypt and Manuel as the others entered the plane, performing a quick sweep and grabbing the black box. She listened to the sound of the Stream playing faintly in the air, and heard a voice shouting loud within it, fiercely declaring, “She’ll die! She had less than a year to live!” Jennifer frowned, her fingers traveling to the pocket where she kept the letter from Cassandra, and wondered what was happening in the Stream.

Hall and Reese were back out first, Reese securing the box in his pack. The rest of the team trailed out after their cursory search of the plane, reporting that the people were predictably absent. In fact, most of the plane’s interior had been cleaned out. All the oxygen masks had been hanging loose and the trays were down, and all the chairs were in their upright position. All the luggage compartments were open but empty. The plane itself was intact, but most other items had been removed. The food cart, the snacks, the brochures, the luggage, anything that seemed immediately removable was gone.

 “What would be the point in cleaning everything out and leaving the plane intact?” one asked, ruffling his hair.

 “Perhaps they let the passengers keep their personal items? Maybe they were studying everything? Hard to say,” Manuel responded.

 Jennifer turned to Polypt to ask her to lead the way to the holding cells when Reese, still standing at the door, hissed, “We’re about to have contact!”

 Reese and Hall quickly moved back from the entrance and let the door shut behind them. Every member of the team took aim. There was a long and drawn-out moment of anticipation. Jennifer wondered if perhaps the alien would walk past, continue down the hallway, and it almost seemed like that might be the case. But then the figure paused, turned back and stepped through the entrance, frowning up at the lights that were inexplicably on when they shouldn’t be.

Everything about it came in threes. It moved on three legs, set evenly around the body like a tripod, and had three arms, one set on other side of its humanoid torso and one smaller appendage rising from its sternum, holding what looked like some kind of electronic device like a tablet. Three eyes arranged across a broad flat face. For a moment, Jennifer had a hard time understanding the face, which seemed to lack a nose or mouth, until a seam somewhere near the chin gaped open, revealing small, round, pearly teeth. Its skin tone was just a little too unnaturally pink, and the eyes were large and pale grey in shade.

  The eyes widened as the mouth gaped in shock, and it pushed up with all three legs to its full height and let out a soft shriek, like an animal trying to make itself look more threatening. It slammed one of its hands down on the tablet it held in the smaller appendage just as it was ripped to shreds by gunfire. Polypt’s head swiveled as a faint ringing sound started in the distance, not dissimilar to a radio alarm clock.

  Jennifer grunted angrily, kicking the tablet out of the weakened grip of the creature’s body. Purplish black blood left a smear in its wake as it skittered across the floor. “Okay, people, we’re on a time crunch now. Go, draw attention away from the Rescue crew for one hour, then find a vehicle notch and launch back to Earth.” Several grim faces nodded, filing out into the hallway, and splitting up to run in different directions. Jennifer sighed and turned to Polypt, Reese, and Hall. “Take us to the prisoner cell blocks,” Jennifer said.

 Polypt led them into maintenance ducts to keep them out of sight. The alarms were more muffled here, and as they moved past rooms, Jennifer could hear bits and pieces of the Stream a bit more clearly. She could hear snatches of conversation about someone returning. So the choice had been presented… Jennifer wished she could sit and watch for a moment, find out who was being sent back, but she didn’t have time for that. If the choice was presented, the attack on Earth would be starting soon.

Despite her size, Polypt crept easily through the space. It wasn’t long until Polypt swiveled her head back around to say, “We are in the cell block where I was kept. This maintenance passage attaches to each room on this side, so we can begin to check the spaces as we pass.” Polypt’s head swiveled back to the room they were next to. “This one does not appear to have a human. This individual was here when I escaped.”

She moved on ahead of them. Jennifer followed, peering into the room curiously. Inside was a strange, furry creature that was laying on the bed. The room was sparse, but did appear to have some basic amenities and the creature did appear to have some personal items in the room. Just ahead, Polypt said, “This was my cell.” Something in her voice was strangely emotional for once, and she moved by the room quickly. Jennifer peered in curiously, but it had been cleared of personal items, or perhaps Polypt didn’t have anything to her name.

 “There are newer occupants here. They appear to be human.”


 Jennifer sighed in frustration. The cell block stopped at 30 cells and even with 2 people to each cramped space, they had not accounted for all the passengers and crew. “I don’t suppose you know of another cell block?” Jennifer asked.

  Polypt frowned, shaking her head. “I do not,” she said. “This is just one side of this hallway. There are an equal amount of cells on the other side.”

 Jennifer frowned. If those were all loaded with more people per room, there was a chance that it meant everyone was here… but if they had other aliens, or even if they had two people to each cell like they did on this side, that still didn’t account for everyone. They found an exit and checked the rooms on the other side, walking down the hall and peaking into the doors. The other side was thankfully all humans, but there were only 2 to each room as she had suspected, which accounted for 116 individuals. Including the 4 that had traveled to another world, they knew where 120 people of Flight 5071 were. Which still left 12 either dead or unaccounted for. Still, the vast majority of people they were looking for were here and they were on a time crunch. Polypt found a panel that opened the doors in the area, which slid up into the ceiling. Curious faces began to peak out, and Hall and Reese moved down the hall, greeting the people they met and giving firm assurance that they would all be returned to Earth, as well as asking questions to determine identities and figure out who was missing. Part of the reason that Hall and Reese had been chosen for this rescue was that they had memorized the list of the missing, and they quickly assessed who was and wasn’t present.

  The furry creature stood at the end of the hall. It had also been freed when all the doors had been opened, and it had stepped out of its room, but now it stood back and simply observed the proceedings. The only thing that made it look like more than a large stuffed animal were the eyes – they were small and beady, but glowing green pupils shifted at the center, moving quickly, watching everything around it. Polypt watched it with curiosity, but did not seem to think it was harmful. “Just another victim of the Bastards,” she said when Jennifer asked.

 The noise level of so many people talking was worrying Jennifer. “How close are we to the nearest three vehicles?” she asked Polypt, figuring they would need at least that many to cart this number of people back to Earth. She hoped that the distraction team had carried all the activity far from them – they were going to have a hard time getting this many people out safely as it was.

  “Not far,” Polypt began giving directions, but Jennifer was immediately distracted by something. Her daughter’s voice. She moved close to the nearest cell, peaking in to see that an image of the Stream was playing near the ceiling. She could see her daughter staring back into the screen, staring directly into whatever device was recording her. “I’m ready,” Cassandra said. “Take me back.”

 “Cassandra…” Jennifer whispered quietly as the Stream stopped.

48. Interlude & Cassandra

Interlude

“This is fucking insane, Jen. You’re pushing 60.” Terry paced her office, running his fingers over his head for the umpteenth time. His hair stood ruffled and messy at odd angles on his head, and paired with his wide-eyed stare, it made him look half crazed. Comparatively, Jennifer felt strangely calm – her will set, the way it used to be when she worked field missions as a younger woman. It was the resolve and sense of purpose she had been lacking in her life since she retired, and she realized that she had desperately missed this feeling. She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she finished pulling back her hair into a tight ponytail. It was true that she wasn’t young, but she didn’t think she looked her age, and thanks to her recent gym obsession, she felt more physically fit than she had in the past decade.

Terry groaned audibly, running his hands through his hair again. He could see that he wasn’t going to convince her to not go, but he wasn’t done trying. “Certainly this should be run up to someone in another branch? There’s got to be someone with training more in line with this mission. Some group of commandos that will cream themselves at the thought of infiltrating an alien ship.”

Jennifer shook her head as she stepped out of the bathroom. “With the tech they have, there’s certainly surveillance. If we take too long planning and make a big fuss among too many different people, we risk them finding out that we know about them, and we lose the element of surprise. It has to be now.” She paused for a moment, then added. “Besides, Polypt said they were going to make their move soon. We don’t have time for bureaucracy.”

 As she strapped on her holster, Terry scoffed and gestured to her gun. “You’re going to storm an alien shape with a fucking sidearm! Tell me you’ve got better weapons at least?” She ignored him. Attempting a different tactic, Terry swung around and gestured toward Larry, who wagged his tail weakly at the acknowledgement. “Who’s going to take care of the dog!?”

Larry whined softly, as though to punctuate the question. “You will,” Jennifer said. “He needs to be fed in an hour. One cup, food’s in that cupboard.”

Terry took a deep breath and let loose a string of expletives with so much force and volume that it caused Larry to jump slightly in alarm. Then her friend walked out of her office, grumbling loudly as he went. Jennifer settled behind her computer, checking in with the Stream briefly. A part of her wondered if their team was already monitored and if they had already lost the element of surprise she was banking on. They had spent too much time deliberating on the matter as it was.

When they had first gathered for the meeting, the possibility that their office was surveilled was brought up immediately. After all, they were one of the groups that were actively looking into finding the source of the Stream and the passengers of Flight 5071. If they were being watched, then certainly the aliens already knew about Polypt’s presence, though Polypt said that she doubted they were being given any more than minimal attention. Still, out of an abundance of caution, they had kept that initial meeting brief as they improvised an alternate meeting location for field agents and for team members that wished to volunteer to go on the mission. They had dispersed from the office, knowing that they had to approach the new meeting location quietly and separately. It was one a little removed from a normal safe house or any of their known locations. An abandoned barn set far out on a rural property that someone passed daily on their commute to work. They all left their phones in the office and arrived at different times, having parked at varying distances and hiked in. Just arranging and arriving at the meeting location took up most of the night and the next day, even if only half the team had been summoned. The other half maintained operational procedure back in the office, keeping up the appearance of business as usual.

 Jennifer had to find a way to transport a large insectoid creature as well. Luckily, Polypt seemed capable of compressing her body tightly into small locations, and bending in ways that made Jennifer feel uncomfortable to watch. She confined herself into the back seat of Jennifer’s car, and Jennifer parked far enough out from roads that their hike in was made across a wooded landscape before they came to the field where the dilapidated barn stood. The meeting itself was long as well, as they hashed out who would be going, when they would go, and what they would do when they got there. A lot of their plan relied on Polypt’s knowledge of the alien ship, which was sadly sparse as she had been a prisoner there.

In the end, Jennifer had insisted on going. Polypt would be there as well. Vincent had enthusiastically asked to be brought, but she had to turn him down, uncertain of how he would handle field work. She would be bringing Manuel though, as well as the two that had been assigned to finding Flight 5071, Billy Hall and Jake Reese, as well as half the field team, all eager to finally be of use. In total, there would be 10 of them – 9 humans and a human-sized preying mantis.

 It was probably at some point during the meeting that Cassandra had been freed from her imprisonment on the Stream. After the meeting, the team that would be going to the alien ship stayed together to hash out details, visit the craft that Polypt had reached Earth in, and agreed to meet up within 12 hours, giving them enough time to rest, refresh, and prepare themselves. Polypt remained at the vehicle with Vincent, who insisted on at least attempting to understand the tech enough to possibly give them an advantage on their return to the ship.

 Now, sitting and checking the Stream, Jennifer could see that the group in the other world were resting. Soon, one of them would be given the choice to come back to their world, at which point the Stream would end and the aliens would begin their invasion. She stared for a long moment at her daughter’s sleeping form on the screen, curled up with the elf. It was reassuring to know that even when the Stream stopped, her daughter at least had found some small semblance of happiness. Assuming they overcame their enemy…

She went down a mental checklist of everything she needed. She wanted to arm herself a bit better before she arrived at the ship, which would require one stop on her way over. “I’m ready,” she said out loud to Larry. He gave a low woof and wagged his tail. She shut down her computer and stood to leave her office before pausing a moment.

  Turning back to her desk, she carefully slid the top drawer open and pulled out the envelope with the letter Cassandra had left. She folded it and tucked if carefully and securely into a pocket. She held her hand over it for a moment once it was put away. It seemed silly to bring it, she didn’t know if she’d have a moment to read it, and she risked it being damaged or lost if it wasn’t kept safely here. But still… With a sigh, she moved over to gently rub Larry between his ears and left.


Cassandra

 I stifled a scream as four floating objects appeared suddenly in the air before us. They were black and shiny, reflective in the dim light of the cavern. One hovered close, bobbing low, and I found myself staring in shock at the small and warped image of my own face barely perceptible on its shiny surface. “Greetings,” it stated in English, its voice tinny and hollow, like listening to someone over a phone.

 Captain Kaphryn’s grip on her sword was so tight that her knuckles were turning white. “Was that… did it speak?” she asked, her voice expressing her discomfort at the situation.

 Lyre frowned, shifting close, and I could feel the warmth of him pressing against my shoulder. I noted that both Peyton and Lucas shifted closer together to stand in front of Lexie. Asterollan’s bright glow as he reached for his magic illuminated the entire room.

The orbs hovered in the air before Peyton and Lucas, bobbing gently, silent. “Greetings,” Peyton finally said, her voice even and smooth, just at about the same time Lucas cleared his throat and nervously said, “Yeah?”

The orb that had addressed them bobbed lower. It seemed to study their grouping briefly – Peyton and Lucas and Lexie. Lucas frowned, looking like he was about to try to swat the thing away, when it twisted and bobbed closer to me. I drew a deep breath, staring into the reflective black surface as it smoothly slid closer, hovering inches from my face, and did my best to steel my nerves so I wouldn’t take a step back. These things had been watching us this entire time. Certainly they wouldn’t harm us now? “Greetings,” it said again.

I frowned and said, “Greetings?” Raella narrowed her eyes as I spoke English back to the orb.

 The orb twisted in the air. “You are to be presented with a choice,” it said, its voice flat and robotic.

I blinked in confusion, and looked around at everyone else – they all looked confused, and scared. “Just… just me?”

“Yes. You.” I swallowed hard.

“Is it speaking your language?” Raella asked at the same that Lyre asked if it was speaking English.

 “English?” Lexie squeaked, her eyes boggling.

“You can’t understand it?” Lucas said in surprise, frowning at Raella.

As everyone continued to talk in confusion, I stared back at the orb. “What choice?” I asked, my mouth dry, my voice barely perceptible above the clamor.

Only Peyton focused hard on our conversation as the others talked. She stepped closer to listen better, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lyre. As the orb spoke, I felt the blood drain from my face. “You can return home.”

“Return home?” I whispered.

“Only her?” Peyton asked loudly. “She’s the only one that can return home?” Peyton’s voice caused the other conversations to quiet down. Lyre’s head swiveled to look at her, understanding her by whatever magic had made it so that Peyton, Lucas, and Lexie never had to learn the language here. For a moment I silently cursed her for speaking up.

“Home?” Lexie said, her voice a near reverent whisper.

Lucas muttered a comment to her asking if she was a parrot and she elbowed him.

“Yes,” the orb finally said, its voice vibrating with a pleased hum.

I swiveled my head around to look at everyone else. Peyton stared back at me evenly, her lips thinned and her expression thoughtful. Lucas frowned, looking confused, and Lexie stared at the orb with wide, sad eyes. I tried very hard not to look at Lyre, but I felt his hand grip my arm. “But… just me? Why just me?”

“Because you were chosen.”

“I don’t want to go home. Can’t someone go in my place?” I glanced briefly at Lexie before looking back up at my reflection on the orb.

“No. But before you make your choice, know this: if you don’t return home, it will be destroyed.”

I felt my mouth drop open in shock at the statement. “What? Destroyed how?”

“We will destroy it,” the orb said, its tinny voice once again taking on the pleased hum. I felt a shiver run up my spine.

“And who the fuck are you?” Lucas said, his voice louder than usual, angry.

“That does not concern you.”

My mind raced, considering my options. If I didn’t go home, it’d be destroyed? Everyone I had known my entire life – my entire family, all my friends, coworkers, the patients at the doctor’s office I worked at, my dog… everything, destroyed? “I’ll go back,” I said immediately. “But can it wait a day? I have something important to do here.”

“No,” the tinny voice hummed, and for some reason it sounded so smug I wanted to hit it out of the air. “You must make your choice within the hour. You are out of time.”

“But I have something I have to do here!” I repeated, my voice getting shrill.

“That does not concern us.” Lucas actually did swing at the orb then, but his fist whished harmlessly through air as it floated out of reach. “We will give you time. Make your decision.”

As it floated away, Raella said, “What did it say? You can go home?” I felt Lyre’s grip on my arm tighten at her words.

Lucas began to angrily pace underneath the orbs as Peyton relayed the entire conversation to those that hadn’t been able to understand it. As she did, I stared absently, watching Lucas pace and the way his animosity made Peter tense as well. The spider chittered, its eyes glittering in the low light of the cavern. “We may need you against Shadawn…” Raella began weakly.

 “She has to go,” Lexie spoke immediately, cutting Raella off. “She can’t let Earth get destroyed. My family… my baby brother, my dad… mom…” Lexie’s voice choked a little as she spoke, and she turned to me, gripping my hand tight, tears welling up in her eyes. “You have to go back! You can’t let them die!”

I stared back at her wordlessly. When I finally worked up the nerve to look at Lyre, I saw grief on his face, but understanding as well. I had expected stubbornness and was a little relieved, but more than that… I felt exhausted. Overwhelmingly sad. And I realized then that I had already made my decision.

“Wait… You can’t go. They won’t let someone else do it? It can’t be you!” I blinked in surprised confusion, turning to look at Asterollan as he shouted suddenly. Everyone had turned to look at him in surprise at his outburst.

  “What?” Lexie started angrily.

Asterollan pointed at me as he spoke, his brow furrowed. “She said she had a disease before she came to this world. Being here made it disappear. If she goes back, and the disease returns… she’ll die. She’ll die! She had less than a year to live!” I gaped at Asterollan for a moment and he stared back, his expression furious. “I don’t want you to die,” he said fiercely. I hadn’t even considered the idea, but what if he was right? What if I got home and the cancer came back? Was that part of why I had been chosen to make this decision?

Who was making us choose?

 Now it was Lyre’s turn to angrily say, “What?” I avoided looking at him, cursing the moment that I had told Asterollan about my cancer. Lyre shook my arm briefly, trying to get me to look at him. “What does he mean by that?”

Lexie looked stricken, staring at me. “No,” she said softly, drawing the word out.

I swallowed hard but gripped Lexie’s hand tight. “I’m not going to let Earth get destroyed,” I told her resolutely, staring directly into her eyes. She looked a little relieved, but mostly terrified and sad.

“You can’t…” Asterollan started.

I looked at him, cutting him off to say, “I already made my decision.”


I asked the others to give me some time in my last hour here and pulled Lyre with me into one of the derelict buildings. The second we were alone, he pulled me close, pressing his face to mine, kissing me desperately. “Is it true?” he gasped.

I closed my eyes tight for several long moments, forcing myself to take three deep breaths, but then felt that I was wasting what little time I had left. I opened them to stare back into his bright blue eyes and nodded. He had always been pale, but paled considerably more at my nod. I placed my hands on his face, rubbing my thumbs along his cheek gently. “It might not come back. I might go home and be just fine.” He didn’t look convinced, so I added, “There are treatments. They might extend my life.” I remembered how bad my chances had been when I had discussed those options with the doctors before.

“I will find a way to bring you back,” Lyre said, his expression set with determination. “I don’t know how long it will take, so you have to do everything in your power to live as long as you can. I will bring you back!”

I swallowed hard. I thought about the therapies that the doctors had discussed before, the low quality of life that they brought on, for such a short extension to my life – maybe months, they had said. Maybe an extra year, if I was lucky. I knew logically it wasn’t worth it in my case, but I nodded as he spoke. “I promise,” I whispered. “But you have to help defeat Shadawn. You have to make sure the others succeed, finish what we started here…” He gripped the sides of my face, pulling me in for another desperate kiss that left me breathless.

As I gave in to this one last brief moment of passion, I heard the voice of T’Keran whisper like a soft breeze in my ear.

(The favorite of my favorite is my favorite…)

 I hoped that meant Lyre would be safe.