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*We are
Weesa
, and we need your help.*
Pam rubbed her head again. The Voice was actually two female voices talking together, almost in harmony. She shook her head. “I don't understand. How can I help you? Why did you kidnap me?”
The two faces looked at each other. *Kidnap? What is 'kidnap?' We do not understand this term.*
Pam's fear was slowly being replaced with anger. She scowled at the faces, hands on hips. “What you just did to me. You took me out of my home, without my consent.” She glanced from one face to the other. “Who are you, and what do you want from me? If I don't get some answers, like right now, I'm leaving the same way I got here.”
The two pale heads bowed as one. *We are sorry, Pamela. We did not mean to frighten you. We need your assistance, as our King and Queen, your father and his wife, are in danger.*
“Arthur and Daisy? What has happened to my father?” Pam bit her bottom lip. She and her mum had been right. Her father was in trouble.
*They were attacked at the palace by rebel Calen men. The rebels devised a new weapon that penetrated Arthur's force-field. The King and Queen were captured, and are now being held prisoners. Regretfully, their three children did not survive the attack.* Tears were coursing from their eyes.
“What? You mean I had brothers or sisters?” Pam stepped backwards until her knees hit against a chair, where she sat, unable to believe what she'd just heard.
Staring at the two crying women, she felt hot tears prickling the back of her own eyes.
Why didn't I realize Arthur and Daisy would've had children? If only I hadn't been afraid.
She should've gone looking for her father years ago. If she had, she would've met her half-siblings.
Did they have powers like me, too?
Her mum and step-father tried for years to have more children, but Ruth could never conceive again.
What would it have been like to have had a younger brother or sister?
Hanging her head, she mourned a family she would never know.
*Pamela, now is not the time to grieve. Arthur and Daisy are still in danger. We fear for their lives. You must come with us, and save them.*
Pam looked up, wiping the tears from her face. “But, how? What can I do that you can't? You obviously have some powers as you brought me here. Why can't you just teleport my father and Daisy out of the prison?”
*We are unable to use our powers as Bindkall Prison uses an anti-psychic devise to keep their prisoners contained.*
“Wait a minute,” Pam interrupted, raising her hand at the screens. “If you can't use your psychic powers, what makes you think I can use mine?”
*You cannot,* came back the harmonic response. “However, the Shalit, Excalibur, can.”
“Wait one damn minute. Are you talking about the evil entity trapped in the sword Excalibur?”
*He is the one, and same.*
“No, no, no,” Pam said, shaking her head. “My mum told me about the Shalit, how it could never be released. If it were, it would destroy every living thing in our galaxy. I won't allow that to happen.”
*Allow?* The twin faces blinked their ice-blue eyes at Pam. *You have no choice in the matter. If you wish to save your father, you must release the Shalit contained in the sword.*
“Are you people nuts? You won't be saving anyone. You'll be sentencing all of our worlds to a horrific death.”
The two heads turned toward each other, not saying a word.
Are they talking to each other?
Pam wondered, picking at the cuticles on her left hand.
This makes no sense. Why would a ship have to converse with itself? No matter. They can talk all they want. There's no way I'm going to be responsible for letting the Shalit loose. No way.
The bald-heads faced Pam again. *Even though we have little time, we have agreed you need to understand before you will assist us.”
Pam held up her hand again. “Before we go any further, can you speak out loud, and not telepathically? You're giving me a headache.” She grimaced, rubbing her
*We are
Weesa
, and we need your help.*
Pam rubbed her head again. The Voice was actually two female voices talking together, almost in harmony. She shook her head. “I don't understand. How can I help you? Why did you kidnap me?”
The two faces looked at each other. *Kidnap? What is 'kidnap?' We do not understand this term.*
Pam's fear was slowly being replaced with anger. She scowled at the faces, hands on hips. “What you just did to me. You took me out of my home, without my consent.” She glanced from one face to the other. “Who are you, and what do you want from me? If I don't get some answers, like right now, I'm leaving the same way I got here.”
The two pale heads bowed as one. *We are sorry, Pamela. We did not mean to frighten you. We need your assistance, as our King and Queen, your father and his wife, are in danger.*
“Arthur and Daisy? What has happened to my father?” Pam bit her bottom lip. She and her mum had been right. Her father was in trouble.
*They were attacked at the palace by rebel Calen men. The rebels devised a new weapon that penetrated Arthur's force-field. The King and Queen were captured, and are now being held prisoners. Regretfully, their three children did not survive the attack.* Tears were coursing from their eyes.
“What? You mean I had brothers or sisters?” Pam stepped backwards until her knees hit against a chair, where she sat, unable to believe what she'd just heard.
Staring at the two crying women, she felt hot tears prickling the back of her own eyes.
Why didn't I realize Arthur and Daisy would've had children? If only I hadn't been afraid.
She should've gone looking for her father years ago. If she had, she would've met her half-siblings.
Did they have powers like me, too?
Her mum and step-father tried for years to have more children, but Ruth could never conceive again.
What would it have been like to have had a younger brother or sister?
Hanging her head, she mourned a family she would never know.
*Pamela, now is not the time to grieve. Arthur and Daisy are still in danger. We fear for their lives. You must come with us, and save them.*
Pam looked up, wiping the tears from her face. “But, how? What can I do that you can't? You obviously have some powers as you brought me here. Why can't you just teleport my father and Daisy out of the prison?”
*We are unable to use our powers as Bindkall Prison uses an anti-psychic devise to keep their prisoners contained.*
“Wait a minute,” Pam interrupted, raising her hand at the screens. “If you can't use your psychic powers, what makes you think I can use mine?”
*You cannot,* came back the harmonic response. “However, the Shalit, Excalibur, can.”
“Wait one damn minute. Are you talking about the evil entity trapped in the sword Excalibur?”
*He is the one, and same.*
“No, no, no,” Pam said, shaking her head. “My mum told me about the Shalit, how it could never be released. If it were, it would destroy every living thing in our galaxy. I won't allow that to happen.”
*Allow?* The twin faces blinked their ice-blue eyes at Pam. *You have no choice in the matter. If you wish to save your father, you must release the Shalit contained in the sword.*
“Are you people nuts? You won't be saving anyone. You'll be sentencing all of our worlds to a horrific death.”
The two heads turned toward each other, not saying a word.
Are they talking to each other?
Pam wondered, picking at the cuticles on her left hand.
This makes no sense. Why would a ship have to converse with itself? No matter. They can talk all they want. There's no way I'm going to be responsible for letting the Shalit loose. No way.
The bald-heads faced Pam again. *Even though we have little time, we have agreed you need to understand before you will assist us.”
Pam held up her hand again. “Before we go any further, can you speak out loud, and not telepathically? You're giving me a headache.” She grimaced, rubbing her
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