and in medical. Reset is coming to help her out. When he gets here, she will be presentable, if a few years older than he remembers.
I honestly do not think he cares. She is all he has.
Thank you for this. She has been a good friend.
You are welcome.
Gant didn’t understand, but he couldn’t. He no longer had people of his own. Wanting the best for them was different than letting them have it.
Chapter Ten
Each volunteer was given a kiss on their forehead before they passed through the portal. They were given the touch of the light of Resicor and it would forever be seeded in their minds.
Envix stood at her side as she blessed the last of the emigrants and he held her while she cried.
Two weeks of logistics, public speaking and looking under every rock and shrub for the elusive Vorwing survivor had stressed her out and the moment that this final task was done, she felt the pain of Noma’s loss.
Envix wrapped her in shadows and held her tight as she wailed her grief and loss. Her twin, the other half of her soul was gone. Resicor filled her mind, but her soul was her own and it was in pain.
The world remained quiet and held herself back.
When Envix pressed his lips to hers in the darkness she answered the touch, seeking comfort where she could. He had stood at her side since this whole debacle began and now he was offering something more than just guard duty.
Her suit chirped. “Avatar, there is a delivery for you in the capitol.”
She pulled away from Envix and whispered. “I am on my way.”
He pressed his lips to her cheek and whispered, “Am I not worth waiting for a delivery?”
“You are worth waiting for, but I still don’t know who or what you are. I don’t even know why you are here.” She touched his jaw. “I appreciate your help but you are too much a mystery.”
He inhaled to speak and she flew out of his arms, away from him and toward the capitol with the swirling cloud of darkness behind her.
A huge crowd was gathered in the central courtyard outside the law courts building that now housed equal numbers of physical talents, psychic and normal citizens.
Several talents were lifting a huge object covered in a silken tarp and settling it on the pedestal in the centre of the courtyard.
Trala landed. “What is it?”
“It is a present from the Lenz’s of Morganti.” The man in the uniform of the Morganti Base grinned.
When it was settled, Trala reached out and removed the tarp and stared at the image of her sister carved in black granite and onyx.
The base of the statue said, Noma Sheewah, Founder of the Citadel. The light in the darkness. Child of Resicor.
Tears started flowing more rapidly than she could stop. Envix put his hands on her shoulders as slow applause began and spread through the crowd in the courtyard.
“How did they know?”
“She is a legendary symbol in the Citadel, but we were told never to name her. I met her when I first was given my energy by the dark nebula. She taught me to control the darkness and when she first saw my face she laughed. She said I was the promise but not for her.”
“Wait, what?” Trala looked up at him. “Where did you meet her?”
“It wasn’t where, it was when. I met her six hundred years ago when she founded the first Citadel out of the caged talents of Skora-Mark. It was her idea to charge the locals for the help they had previously rejected. When the aliens came, she defended her adopted world and made contacts that no one had thought of.” He sighed.
“Six hundred…”
“I came forward through a portal at the moment she flicked out of this world and back in time. We traded places but there was a slight miscalculation so I appeared on the dark side of your moon. It took me a while to find you, but fortunately you glow even on the brightest day.”
She blushed and frowned. “Wait, you mean to say that my sister set me up?”
“And the world you house in your body. I might have been
I honestly do not think he cares. She is all he has.
Thank you for this. She has been a good friend.
You are welcome.
Gant didn’t understand, but he couldn’t. He no longer had people of his own. Wanting the best for them was different than letting them have it.
Chapter Ten
Each volunteer was given a kiss on their forehead before they passed through the portal. They were given the touch of the light of Resicor and it would forever be seeded in their minds.
Envix stood at her side as she blessed the last of the emigrants and he held her while she cried.
Two weeks of logistics, public speaking and looking under every rock and shrub for the elusive Vorwing survivor had stressed her out and the moment that this final task was done, she felt the pain of Noma’s loss.
Envix wrapped her in shadows and held her tight as she wailed her grief and loss. Her twin, the other half of her soul was gone. Resicor filled her mind, but her soul was her own and it was in pain.
The world remained quiet and held herself back.
When Envix pressed his lips to hers in the darkness she answered the touch, seeking comfort where she could. He had stood at her side since this whole debacle began and now he was offering something more than just guard duty.
Her suit chirped. “Avatar, there is a delivery for you in the capitol.”
She pulled away from Envix and whispered. “I am on my way.”
He pressed his lips to her cheek and whispered, “Am I not worth waiting for a delivery?”
“You are worth waiting for, but I still don’t know who or what you are. I don’t even know why you are here.” She touched his jaw. “I appreciate your help but you are too much a mystery.”
He inhaled to speak and she flew out of his arms, away from him and toward the capitol with the swirling cloud of darkness behind her.
A huge crowd was gathered in the central courtyard outside the law courts building that now housed equal numbers of physical talents, psychic and normal citizens.
Several talents were lifting a huge object covered in a silken tarp and settling it on the pedestal in the centre of the courtyard.
Trala landed. “What is it?”
“It is a present from the Lenz’s of Morganti.” The man in the uniform of the Morganti Base grinned.
When it was settled, Trala reached out and removed the tarp and stared at the image of her sister carved in black granite and onyx.
The base of the statue said, Noma Sheewah, Founder of the Citadel. The light in the darkness. Child of Resicor.
Tears started flowing more rapidly than she could stop. Envix put his hands on her shoulders as slow applause began and spread through the crowd in the courtyard.
“How did they know?”
“She is a legendary symbol in the Citadel, but we were told never to name her. I met her when I first was given my energy by the dark nebula. She taught me to control the darkness and when she first saw my face she laughed. She said I was the promise but not for her.”
“Wait, what?” Trala looked up at him. “Where did you meet her?”
“It wasn’t where, it was when. I met her six hundred years ago when she founded the first Citadel out of the caged talents of Skora-Mark. It was her idea to charge the locals for the help they had previously rejected. When the aliens came, she defended her adopted world and made contacts that no one had thought of.” He sighed.
“Six hundred…”
“I came forward through a portal at the moment she flicked out of this world and back in time. We traded places but there was a slight miscalculation so I appeared on the dark side of your moon. It took me a while to find you, but fortunately you glow even on the brightest day.”
She blushed and frowned. “Wait, you mean to say that my sister set me up?”
“And the world you house in your body. I might have been
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