Friday, July 31, 2009

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Alphabetical List of my Kindle Stories So Far

Here's the rest, the ones not in the two serieses:
See http://dannistories.com for excerpts [in process of adding and fixing links, site is under construction]

Other Novels

Colony To Colony Daughter of a single parent, Siar is named for a Zheien colony her mother always spoke about. Lack of an aandat and trade for passage stopped her. Siar decides to leave Earth in search of a better life. But, is this life better? Zhea~ Year 7834-41 $9.99 295pp. Novel. Rated PG-13

Novellas

Advice Naught Myrtle is used to being ignored, but her strong opinion suddenly brings powerful enemies to bear. Zhea~ Year 7839 $4.99 82pp. Novella. Rated PG-13
Almost Like Perrie thinks meeting Diplomat Kuri Dahn is a lot of things, but it becomes danger. $5.00 148pp. Novella. Rated PG
AKA Slopfah Jonquil, Earthan slave, was buried in a rockslide in a mine. She wakes up in a healer colony, but can she believe she's safe? Zhea~ Year 7837 93pp. Rated PG-13
Am Not Amber lives in a state of denial, but sooner or later, she will have to come to a decision. Then, a new face in her life brings it sooner. Zhea~ Year 7839 $4.99 88pp. Novella. PG
Aquatic Desert Desi's having more than a bad day, then a stranger pulls her out of the path of a bus. Zhea~ Year 7841-62 $5.00 pp. Novella. Rated PG New MarKu, Rainbow Unwell Colony Vol.7
Banatah Healer Olwen pretends to be a Gowan healer on Banatah, quietly raising herbs to trade. Suddenly, she must juggle a flood of eager traders wanting what she has, and patients. Zhea~ Year 7842 $5.00 93pp. Novella. Rated PG-13
Brief Glory Katie Sorenson is an actress on Danger Service, a single mom who never left Earth. Her friendship with a DS Team reveals a talent that might save their lives. Zhea~ Year 7836-39 $5.00 106pp. Novella. Rated PG
Bye Again Bettina is recruited by a diplomat's secretary to help him with a little Zheien herbalry because he avoids healers. But, when she wants to learn more Zheien healing in slave rescue, she learns that slavers are watching her. Zhea~ Year 7837 $5.00 101pp. Novella. Rated PG-13

Can't Talk About That Bettina is recruited by a diplomat's secretary to help him with a little Zheien herbalry because he avoids healers. But, when she wants to learn more Zheien healing in slave rescue, she learns that slavers are watching her. Zhea~ Year 7844 $4.99 105pp. Novella. Rated PG-13
Dad's Cabin Alma goes to her dad's cabin for the last time, and finds Diplomat Joe, injured. Suddenly the country isn't so safe, after all. Zhea~ Year 7838 $5.00 87pp. Novella. Rated PG-13

Diplomat-In-Aid Young diplomatic student, Aurelia Jensen, is assigned to a Zheien diplomat, but instead of memorizing treaty provisions, she visits other Zheien in prison. Zhea~ Year 7838 $5.00 91pp. Novella. Rated PG-13

Trader's Holdings
Cindy goes on a date with Ber, but he’s hurt when he meets her at the Atlanta Temple. She takes him home and police advise her not to see him anymore. An Elshar with enemies. Zhea~ Year 7832 $5.00 147pp. Novella. Rated PG-13
Woman Lost Gussie feels lost in Atlanta, then she finds someone who's even more lost. Zhea~ Year 7833 $5.00 171pp. Novella.

Novelettes
Aardvark Practice Christa has dreams of a safer apartment, a car, maybe a ship, but her dreams turn into something more. Zhea~ Year 7839 $3.49 40 pp. Novelette. Rated PG-13
Absolute Maybe Nicole has a friend who won't get serious. He has dangerous enemies. Zhea~ Year 7839 $3.49 40 pp. Novelette. Rated PG-13
Accidental Friend An Elshar befriends a Zheien, but when he is injured, no one will believe the Elshar’s story. Zhea~ Year 7832 Rated G.
Agricultural Hazard Sonya's idyllic country life isn't working, and her son, Randy's out of control. But, she doesn't realize that her husband, Will, is at the end. Zhea~ Year 7840 Rated G. 20pp.
Ajar Soul Emily finds Sier the Diplomat lying by the duck pond, and he's not willing to call for help. Zhea~ Year 7842 Rated PG. 59pp.
Average Indemnity Foaltiarna's average day at Aldredge Indemnity becomes a risk her boss can't calculate. Zhea~ Year 7837 PG-13 Novelette.
Innocuous Dangers Ryonne~ has an obsession with a scientist on the planet his moon kingdom orbits, despite his parents' warnings. An opportunity to join her work changes both their lives. Novelette. Rated G. 39pp.

Short Stories
A Difference of Cries Ocean cries bring special help. Zhea~ Year 7826 $2.00 4 pp. Short. Rated G.
After Trash In a junkyard after dark, Elise loses one part and finds another. Zhea~ Year 7839. 20pp. Rated G. Short Story.
Along The Stream An herbalry, her ducks, and a persecuted Zheien in Fin Colony. Zhea~ Year 7838 24pp. Short Story. Rated G.
Angel of Gowa Abel’s search for political refugees among Gowa’s addicts brings him to an enlightening meeting with Tiffany, Earthan Angel of Gowa. Zhea~ Year 7822 13pp. Short Story. Rated PG.
Angels, Visions and the Library Maggie’s small-town Tennessee library job becomes too exciting for comfort. An alien sends her holograms. Soon she’s on her way to Washington, DC to meet Litoup and take a position as trader. She wanted excitement... Zhea~ Year 7815 29pp. G Short Story.
Apprentice Healer Jolene becomes apprentice healer at Brothers, a slave rescue agency. But, she's not who she seems. Zhea~ Year 7835 16pp. PG-13 Short Story.
Armageddon On The Front Lawn Of The Millennium Apartments Marta had trouble getting used to life in the USA. Now, she’s suddenly caught up in a battle between a diplomat, a slave trader, an escaped slave, and a gang war! Zhea~ Year 7817 9pp. G Short Story.
Asha’s Gift Sula notices that diplomats aren't around long to negotiate the Treaty, despite anticipation of new tech. Her curiosity leads to danger. Zhea~ Year 7820 34pp. PG Short Story.
Aural Silence Angelica increasingly feels every time she speaks, someone disagrees. When she finally breaches her long silence, trouble comes for her and her friend. PG 31pp.
Awkward Moments Martel leads the Tech Team to Jenica for delivery of the new Hub server. Fighting between two warring groups aborts the mission. Where’s Martel? G 23pp. Short Story. Axed Axella hates her name, and it fits about as well as she does in her job, which just went sour. Noplace to go but up. 38pp.
First Launch A girl's fae tells of the first successful launch of an interplanetary craft from Zhea~. [Fae is Zheien for grandfather] Zhea~ Year 4825 Rated G. $2.00 4 pp. Short.
Whatz In The Closet Aronna brings a pet home, and Maia realizes it's an Otherworlder. She fears persecution from the Government, but the Sedhlat have something else in mind. Maia has to figure out what. G. Home Is Series

Short-Short Stories

Dog's Legacy Grandma shares her parrot’s secret with her granddaughter. Zhea~ Year 7823 $1.00 3pp. Short-Short. Rated G.
Father Found Tia’s mother prepares her for her father’s homecoming. She begins a journey of understanding, the loss of innocence in a bittersweet return home. Zhea~ Year 7778 $1.00 3pp. Short-Short. Rated G.
His Brother's Song In a museum in Anniston, grandmother and granddaughter argue over a scientist’s research. Zhea~ Year 7840 $2.00 Rated G. 2 pp. Short-Short.
Miracle Cure Pov experiences a miracle, compliments of Earth. Licorice saves his life. Rated G. $1.00 2pp. Short-Short.
Trader's Gift Cesta’s coming of age too soon mirrors his father’s and takes him to far worlds. But, traders oft find surprises in the Gift…. Zhea~ Year 6626 Rated G. $2.00 2 pp. 450 words. Short-Short.

Dannis' Rainbow Series

Excerpts from vv.1-2 are up, more to come!
http://dannistories.com under DanniStories Catalog. Working to fix links, site is still under construction!

Rainbow Series

Rainbow’s Start 1st volume in Rainbow Series. Dovetails with Home Is A Difficult Journey, 5th Volume, through Home Is Memory, Home Is Illusion, 9th Volume, in Home Is Series.
Molly Brown, only 15, follows her family's adopted slaves from Earth to space and leads a colony start into trouble. Binneas, Diplomat of Fhiah, finds them on Questalod as Emperor Ry'nao makes plans for a new healer colony on Binneas' home Alb Seer. Molly eagerly leads Rainbow Unwell Colony with 525 slaves she acquired to heal and free; but, her love for Binneas grows along with the colony and its reputation for miracles. Can a teenager become a queen and lead the colony? Zhea~ Year 7822-24 525pp. Novel. $9.99 Rated PG. Young Adult.

Rainbow Stories 2nd volume in Rainbow Series.
Dovetails with Home Is A Dream Of Well 10th Volume, through Home Is Not Ye~, 12th Volume, in Home Is Series.
Queen Molly Brown and new King Binneas, newlyweds, take care of their growing colony as more Zheien colonies fall to slavers. They try to help Emperor Ry'nao, but slavers take Ye~, and a new emperor must take refuge in Rainbow as dark times come to the Unified and the Alliance. Timespace itself is disrupted by the struggle between tech levels, but what can a healer do? Zhea~ Year 7824-31 525pp. Novel. $9.99 Rated PG. Young Adult.

Rainbows Growing 3rd volume in Rainbow Series.
Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series. Rainbow welcomes the Yeff Remnant with its master healers of master healers, and Rainbow becomes the last hope of slaves who would surely die elsewhere. Zhea~ Year 7831

Rainbow Journey 4th volume in Rainbow Series. Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
Rainbow treaties bring adopted slaves from Earth, and inmates of Questalod, including MarKu's lost royal family. Nufera’s Homerean herbalry fails. Molly’s healers must find other ways to treat victims of slaver herbs, including First Prince Goes of MarKu. Zhea~ Year 7831-32

Rainbow Refuge 5th volume in Rainbow Series. Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
The Elshar Zheien Colony flees to Rainbow, and the Ean remnant comes from Zhea~ with King Tos, who vanished when Binneas came injured to Rainbow. Zhea~ Year 7832-35

Look for more to come soon! Rainbow Secrets 6th volume in Rainbow Series. Unfinished Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
The New Healing begins in Rainbow with the arrival of Elder Pirad of Bisillipia. W~Via finally gains contact with Kieta, who forms Rainbow’s Collective. An Earthan trader wields the Red Cube to battle the Blue Cube, and Satauuver. Zhea~ Year 7836-41

Dannis' Home Is... Series

Excerpts for all 14 novels [the 14th is unfinished, but here's a preview] are on
http://dannistories.com under DanniStories Catalog and the name of the book. I am working to fix the links. Enjoy! Note that these excerpts are generally longer than the description on Kindle allows.

Home Is… Series
Home Is Not Home
1st volume in Home Is Series
Adia, Scientist of Areon, researches the most volatile substance in the galaxy. Ryonne~, King of Ye~ and Most High Diplomat to the Emperor, is sent on the most difficult missions in seven galaxies as intergalactic war looms closer to their star system. Adia's love for Ryonne~ will save him, and possibly end the War, if she can just learn to control the balky Cube of White Light.
Zhea~ Year 7818-19 694pp. Rated PG. Young Adult.

Home Is New 2nd Volume in Home Is Series
Adia and her injured husband, Ryonne~, land on Earth, where Laura Martin, a nurse, helps Ryee recover. Earth, a primitive planet, does not have contact with other worlds. Adia must use the White Cube of Light to defeat Eriganh and his Red Cube of Fire to save thirteen galaxies—but, it is very unpredictable. Zhea~ Year 7819 456pp. Novel. $9.99 PG. Young Adult.

Home Is Far Away 3rd Volume in Home Is Series
Adia and Ryee are stranded on Earth, and injured from the Battle of the Cubes. They fight against time and nitrogen poisoning to reassure Earth’s governments while Ye~’s scientists find a way to bring them home. But, though the White Cube of Light is destroyed, some Gifts remain for Adia--with injuries if she uses them--and all of them must adjust to postwar life on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7819-20 518pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is A Place Of Healing 4th Volume in Home Is Series
Adia accompanies Ryonne~ on a dangerous mission which changes their lives forever. Yet, Adia's Gifts bring them through slavers, insanity, and a change of occupation. Because of her Gifts, Emperor Ry'nao asks for the new Ye~ Unwell Colony, and his new Ennead spreads the New Healing through thirteen needy galaxies. With some very unlikely members. Zhea~ Year 7820-21 590 pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is A Difficult Journey
5th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zbbat War brings changes to Ryonne~'s kingdom. Some changes are signs of contact with a higher trade level. Zhea~ Year 7822-24 326pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is Change
6th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ travels with Emperor Ry’nao to negotiate with Dai’nos, King of Ishah and Praefate of Elshar, for healers. While there, Ryonne~ collapses of exhaustion, and Ry’nao’s choice of treatment has adverse effects. Ahstam comes to help. Patients Doug and Jen, Russ and Suma, benefit from the Yeff delegation. Laura's heart surgery saves her son W'Vie & Geor~geh, Dai’nos’ adopted son. Will trade of her Earthan surgery techniques convince King Dai’nos? Zhea~ Year 7824

Home Is Unwell
7th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ struggles to govern and work as healer despite fevers and unwells caused by the Change, the rise from one trade level to the next. But, slavers plague the small colony. Zhea~ Year 7825-26 346pp.

Home Is Refuge
8th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. The half-Ty’nirrhans colonize near Oshfah. Friends find healing in the colony of unwell. But, dangers increase from the attention these new friends bring to bear on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7827

Home Is Memory, Home Is Illusion 9th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series.
The Change completes, Vadia & W'Vie leave for the Council, and the New Diplomacy begins. But some of the Councillors’ promises are unwell. Zhea~ Year 7827-28

Home Is A Dream Of Well
10th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ And Adia’s son W~Via returns. An apology from the Council leads the travelers to Sghan Mas Consortium for retraining. Ryee falls into enemy hands. Can his son save him, and Ye~? Zhea~ Year 7828

Home Is The Reign 11th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ passes the Reign to his son, W~Via, as the kingdom falls into slavery and the Council hides the remnant after their escape. But, even Zhea~ isn’t safe. Can they trust the Council, when Councillors are fighting amongst themselves? Zhea~ Year 7828

Home Is Not Ye~ 12th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. After a year of slavery, the Yeff join all of Zhea~ in hiding after King Lyyyrah's rescue. When will they be safe? Zhea~ Year 7829

Home Is Rainbow 13th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. The Yeff move to Rainbow Colony of Unwell, as the people of Zhea~ return home. But, the Galactic Council is unsure of how to protect themselves, or the Yeff, from Councillors! Zhea~ Year 7830-31

Look for more to come soon! Home Is Elders
14th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. Unfinished The New Healing begins in Rainbow with the arrival of Elder Pirad of Bisillipia. W~Via finally gains contact with Kieta, who forms Rainbow’s Collective. But, she is young and inexperienced. Can she help them against the rogue Councillors? Zhea~ Year 7831-32

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Home Is... Series On Kindle

Now all 13 of my finished Home Is.. novels are uploaded to Amazon Kindle. Working on Book 14. Looking into print version of Home Is Not Home in paperback format; have .pdf formatted for 5.25 x 8" pages and it's 782 pages! I've created an index and included a catalog of my 50 stories available so far on Amazon Kindle, so this added some pages. Also, the smaller format added pages to the original 503.

Here is my current list of the series, with time period in Zhea~ Years. I am currently trying to put a Zhea~ Year on all my stories, so you can easily tell which time period the story happens in. My chronology covers literally thousands of years. I am currently working with one universe and one chronology. Hope this is helpful!
Happy Reading!

Home Is… Series
Home Is Not Home
1st volume in Home Is Series
Adia, Scientist of Areon, researches the most volatile substance in the galaxy. Ryonne~, King of Ye~ and Most High Diplomat to the Emperor, is sent on the most difficult missions in seven galaxies as intergalactic war looms closer to their star system. Adia's love for Ryonne~ will save him, and possibly end the War, if she can just learn to control the balky Cube of White Light.
Zhea~ Year 7818-19
694pp. Rated PG. Young Adult.

Home Is New
2nd Volume in Home Is Series
Adia and her injured husband, Ryonne~, land on Earth, where Laura Martin, a nurse, helps Ryee recover. Earth, a primitive planet, does not have contact with other worlds. Adia must use the White Cube of Light to defeat Eriganh and his Red Cube of Fire to save thirteen galaxies—but, it is very unpredictable. Zhea~ Year 7819 456pp. Novel. $9.99 PG. Young Adult.

Home Is Far Away
3rd Volume in Home Is Series
Adia and Ryee are stranded on Earth, and injured from the Battle of the Cubes. They fight against time and nitrogen poisoning to reassure Earth’s governments while Ye~’s scientists find a way to bring them home. But, though the White Cube of Light is destroyed, some Gifts remain for Adia--with injuries if she uses them--and all of them must adjust to postwar life on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7819-20 518pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult
Home Is A Place Of Healing
4th Volume in Home Is Series
Adia accompanies Ryonne~ on a dangerous mission which changes their lives forever. Yet, Adia's Gifts bring them through slavers, insanity, and a change of occupation. Because of her Gifts, Emperor Ry'nao asks for the new Ye~ Unwell Colony, and his new Ennead spreads the New Healing through thirteen needy galaxies. With some very unlikely members. Zhea~ Year 7820-21
590 pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is A Difficult Journey
5th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zbbat War brings changes to Ryonne~'s kingdom. Some changes are signs of contact with a higher trade level. Zhea~ Year 7822-24 326pp. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult
Home Is Change
6th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ travels with Emperor Ry’nao to negotiate with Dai’nos, King of Ishah and Praefate of Elshar, for healers. While there, Ryonne~ collapses of exhaustion, and Ry’nao’s choice of treatment has adverse effects. Ahstam comes to help. Patients Doug and Jen, Russ and Suma, benefit from the Yeff delegation. Laura's heart surgery saves her son W'Vie & Geor~geh, Dai’nos’ adopted son. Will trade of her Earthan surgery techniques convince King Dai’nos? Zhea~ Year 7824

Home Is Unwell
7th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ struggles to govern and work as healer despite fevers and unwells caused by the Change, the rise from one trade level to the next. But, slavers plague the small colony. Zhea~ Year 7825-26
346pp.

Home Is Refuge
8th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. The half-Ty’nirrhans colonize near Oshfah. Friends find healing in the colony of unwell. But, dangers increase from the attention these new friends bring to bear on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7827

Home Is Memory, Home Is Illusion
9th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series.
The Change completes, Vadia & W'Vie leave for the Council, and the New Diplomacy begins. But some of the Councillors’ promises are unwell. Zhea~ Year 7827-28

Home Is A Dream Of Well
10th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ And Adia’s son W~Via returns. An apology from the Council leads the travelers to Sghan Mas Consortium for retraining. Ryee falls into enemy hands. Can his son save him, and Ye~? Zhea~ Year 7828

Home Is The Reign 11th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Ryonne~ passes the Reign to his son, W~Via, as the kingdom falls into slavery and the Council hides the remnant after their escape. But, even Zhea~ isn’t safe. Can they trust the Council, when Councillors are fighting amongst themselves? Zhea~ Year 7828

Home Is Not Ye~
12th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. After a year of slavery, the Yeff join all of Zhea~ in hiding after King Lyyyrah's rescue. When will they be safe? Zhea~ Year 7829

Home Is Rainbow 13th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. The Yeff move to Rainbow Colony of Unwell, as the people of Zhea~ return home. But, the Galactic Council is unsure of how to protect themselves, or the Yeff, from Councillors! Zhea~ Year 7830-31

Look for more to come soon!
Home Is Elders
14th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. Unfinished The New Healing begins in Rainbow with the arrival of Elder Pirad of Bisillipia. W~Via finally gains contact with Kieta, who forms Rainbow’s Collective. But, she is young and inexperienced. Can she help them against the rogue Councillors? Zhea~ Year 7831-32

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Newly Uploaded

Home Is Change, 6th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7824 Ryonne~ travels with Emperor Ry’nao to negotiate with Dai’nos, King of Ishah and Praefate of Elshar, for healers. While there, Ryonne~ collapses of exhaustion, and Ry’nao’s choice of treatment has adverse effects. Ahstam comes to help. Patients Doug and Jen, Russ and Suma, benefit from the Yeff delegation. Laura's heart surgery saves her son W'Vie & Geor~geh, Dai’nos’ adopted son. Will trade of her Earthan surgery techniques convince King Dai’nos?
Christian science fiction, diplomatic science fiction, slavers, brain injury, healers, medical science fiction, young adult science fiction, no cuss words

Home Is Unwell, 7th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7825-26 Ryonne~ struggles to govern and work as healer despite fevers and unwells caused by the Change, the rise from one trade level to the next. But, slavers plague the small colony.
Dedicated To My Neighbor Barbara Seely and the wonderful staff of Randolph County Public Library in Cuthbert, Georgia. Our library may be small, but it has many surprising resources for researching family history! So does the Andrew College Library, so I also dedicate this book to Karan B. Pittman, Librarian and her staff there. 346pp. 82877 wds.

Other Novels

Colony To Colony Daughter of a single parent, Siar is named for a Zheien colony her mother always spoke about. Lack of an aandat and trade for passage stopped her. Siar decides to leave Earth in search of a better life. But, is this life better?
Dedicated To Gary and Lin Flandro. $9.99 295pp. Novel. Rated PG-13 medical science fiction, novelette, healers, sexual abuse, mind control, slaver training, indigent issues

Aardvark Practice Christa has dreams of a safer apartment, a car, maybe a ship, but her dreams turn into something more. $3.49 40 pp. Novelette. Rated PG-13 (Kindle Edition - Jul 21, 2009) Zhea~ Year 7839
medical science fiction, novelette, healers, Gowan, library fiction, sexual abuse, mind control, slaver training, Rainbow Unwell Colony v.6

Advice Naught
Myrtle is used to being ignored, but her strong opinion suddenly brings powerful enemies to bear. 82pp. Novella. Rated PG-13

After Trash In a junkyard after dark, Elise loses one part and finds another. Zhea~ Year 7839. 20pp. Rated PG-13. Short Story.

Agricultural Hazard Sonya's idyllic country life isn't working, and her son, Randy's out of control. But, she doesn't realize that her husband, Will, is at the end. Rated G. 20pp. Zhea~ Year 7840 medical science fiction, novelette, healers, TBI, brain injury, country life, Rainbow Unwell Colony



11:30 AM 7/23/2009 These will probably be available later today.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Amazon.com Listmania For DanniStories

I created a Listmania with very short blurbs, so links to 22 books are here on one page. I am adding more books and stories daily, though I am having a little trouble at times uploading. Amazon told me they are experiencing high traffic on the DTP [Digital Text Platform] page. Apparently a lot of new writers are uploading their stuff to Amazon's Kindle besides me! I now have Vols. 01-05 available, and v.06 is in process, of my Home Is...Series. Vols. 1-2 of my Rainbow Series are available. There are many novellas, novelettes, short stories, and short-short stories up now. More tomorrow!

I'm A Christian. Why Write About Sexual Abuse?

My intent is to write science fiction that helps people. If you haven't been sexually abused, look around you. One in four has been at some time
in their lives. How to help them? It makes my spirit hurt!

When I write about bad things happening to people, I draw heavily on what I learned in school as a psychology major. Before I had children, I read a lot about parenting and problems parents have with teens, because I wanted to be an expert at communication. I also learned a lot about communication and how it's affected by any self-esteem issue, including abuse.

I cover three things in every story that has abuse or some trauma happening:

The event itself. I say just enough so my reader knows something bad is happening, and usually I tell the story in the victim's point of view. That way, not only the event, but how the victim thinks and feels about it, is the story. It's not just an emotional thing to draw the reader in. I want the reader to know how the event impacts the victim. Abusers often don't think about or care what the victim thinks. For the abuser trying to reform, the therapist tries to get him to think about how the victim must feel. This is very important.

How it impacts the victim's life. Any abuse lowers the self-esteem. A victim of sexual abuse feels guilt, even though it wasn't his or her fault. Most sexual abusers are male, but a few are female. Most victims are children at the time of the abuse, which just makes all the self-doubts of adolescence a lot worse! But, sexual abuse does happen to adults, too. It can occur between a married couple. The object of the sexual abuser is power over another person, domination, not sexual pleasure. Rape is a form of sexual abuse, and often causes physical injury to the victim. In my stories, the victim often has to undergo traumatic healing. Picture a woman who has been raped. She has pain, she's embarrassed and ashamed, she somehow feels that she brought it on herself, and she's scared he might come back! Going to the emergency room means a doctor has to look for evidence, and the whole process is traumatic, though the caregivers try to ease it. The caregivers may not know about these issues, and it only takes one who's not entirely sympathetic to make it even more traumatic to the person. I say 'she' because mostly women are raped, but it can happen to men, too. For men, it has to be worse, in my opinion, because who's going to believe them? My stories often are about men who are drugged and forced to participate, but any victim of sexual abuse is going to have trauma at some point. A child who's too young to understand that what happened was wrong will eventually realize that it was, and feel horrible about it.

Aftermath and healing. The victim may feel hypersexual, or not sexual at all, or might even waver between the extremes. Usually, there is guilt. For a religious or highly moral person, he or she might feel that sex itself is evil, and condemn themselves to be unredeemable for even feeling such emotions. Children who have been sexually abused often have overwhelming sexual feelings that are inappropriate. Parents may misunderstand the expressions of these urges and think the child is perverted, without knowing there was another person who evoked those feelings. Some of these kids seek out sex as a teen, and people just label them as bad kids. I personally feel that a lot of teenaged pregnancies have their roots in a sexually abused little girl, and maybe she never told anyone. Sometimes kids repress the memory and they don't remember being abused, only later to remember it and be criticized for making it up. Victims have a rough enough time, even with a supportive family. Feelings often resurface throughout the victim's life. It's not a matter of getting some therapy and getting over it. A person can't get over sexual abuse. But, he or she can learn to cope with the aftermath, and learn to value the self again. In some of my stories about sexual abuse, the victim doesn't have a lot of support from family and friends, but there's always someone the person can learn to trust, to help him or her.

It doesn't just get healed and everything is like it was, as it is in real life. But, I try to show the difference one person who loves the victim can make! The key is to listen. Accept the person's behavior; a lot of victims feel unlovable, and may act so at times. Give them lots of love, and respect their space. At times, they may want to be hugged, and at other times, it might feel overwhelming. Reassure them that Heavenly Father loves them, and that the abuse wasn't punishment because they did something wrong, even if the predator tries to convince them that they did. I try to show how victims might feel, might act. What helps. What doesn't. I believe that someone who was sexually abused might even find my science fiction therapeutic, especially if they feel alone, like no one understands. My story victims always have that supportive person in their lives to help them cope, though, ultimately, they have to do the coping. They have to learn to trust again, not an easy process. They have to get on with their lives and find their own happiness. There's no magic formula that works for everyone. But, if you think of family and friends as giving the kind of supportive atmosphere that makes breathing easier, maybe the victim can learn to breathe deeply and feel the love. Maybe the victim can learn to pray, even when he or she feels very unworthy. Healing begins with the victim, no matter how eager the healers in his life are to heal him. What happened wasn't the victim's fault. But, how much healing the victim can accept depends on the victim's belief that there can be healing, that Heavenly Father can still love him, that his family can still love him, even though he is changed forever. Once he can cope, maybe he can help another person work through the anger, the guilt, the confusion, and the religious issues. Satan wants us to ignore sexual abuse and the many casualties of this war between good and evil. Heavenly Father wants us to help everyone who hurts. We can't be everywhere. We can't help all the hurting people in this world. But, we can all help one.

One in four people have been victims of sexual abuse. Think about your family, your friends. Most of them won't talk about it. You might know a person for a lifetime, and never know that your friend suffered so! But, you can help. Listen. Be there. Give 'em Christian love. Try to be understanding if they get grumpy. At the same time, don't be a victim yourself! If your friend is abusive to you more than 60% of the time, your self-esteem can suffer, and then you can't help someone else. Always pray about your dear ones, and the Spirit will guide you. We always, as Christians, think about others as victims, never ourselves. But, all of us need one person in our lives that we can trust. Sure, we love Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. Our friends of other faiths might call Heavenly Father something different, and may follow another Son, or not. But, all who believe in a loving Father can have that Person to trust and gain strength from their faith. Heavenly Father loves everyone, and so does Jesus, even if they don't believe in Him. Let us all work towards world peace, one person at a time. We can only share that peace if we have it. Abusive people take advantage of our sweet natures. But, abusive people can have that mighty change of heart, and repent. Love everybody, but if someone is abusing you, get help. Go to your religious leader. See a therapist. Find a friend you can trust. If you're a victim, don't stay a victim! It's not being a good Christian to let a person whallop your psyche often. Get another point of view. Most of all, never let guilt keep you from having a strong relationship with Heavenly Father. If prayer seems not to help, keep praying. Satan loves to fool people into thinking they're too unworthy to pray. So many Christians accept guilt that's not justified. There's a big difference between guilt for the sins you did commit, and those you didn't. Let yourself feel enough guilt over the sins to work towards overcoming them, but paralyzing guilt can make you think, what's the use of trying? Heavenly Father and Jesus never give up on a repentant person, and they don't blame a victim for anything forced on them. Many people speak of sexual abuse as if the victim somehow caused it, and the poor victim almost always accepts this as true. Don't believe it! Sexual abuse is an act of domination and control. The predator will try to convince the person that he or she wants the abuse, that the abuse is deserved or is a good thing. Even if the words go unsaid, the act convinces the person that he or she is helpless, that the victim deserves it. Don't believe it! Abuse needs to stop. Some victims of sexual abuse go on to abuse others, and the cycle can carry down for generations. But, never assume that a victim of sexual abuse will automatically become an abuser! Many victims seek help, and stop the cycle before it even happens.

It may seem that the world is filled with sexual predators, but the figures are low, even though a lot of it goes unreported. What makes it seem that way is that sexual predators aren't satisfied with abusing just one person. They collect victims. Many of them prey on children or women. They learn to act as if they are innocent, and people believe they are, even their victims--for a while. What can we do, to protect ourselves, to protect our children?

Sexual abuse takes 5 minutes or less. It can occur without removing clothing. Even fondling or talk about what a perpertrator would like to do to the victim is enough to do damage to the victim's life. Never disregard anyone who says they were abused. Often, if the victim says the person didn't have sex with them, a sympathetic listener might say, 'Oh, that's nothing!' It's not nothing.

I have a friend who was sexually abused as a child. Her step-father touched her when they were alone together. He never had sex with her. He never took her clothes off. She was seven years old, and didn't want to be touched that way. Over the years, when she went through adolescence, she felt ugly. She never enjoyed innocent comments that she was pretty. She didn't have any confidence to talk to fellas that she might have ended up dating. For a while, she became sexually active. All of these relationships were short, and the men were unfaithful to her. She felt as if she were a woman in a red-light district, after so many sexual relationships. Finally, she went into therapy. She learned that, even though it was just touching, it lowered her self-esteem and brought feelings that overwhelmed her. This good woman turned to the Lord and repented. She still doesn't feel pretty. Sometimes the bad feelings come back, but time has made it easier to fight them. She had a lot of guilt about not being a virgin when she married, but she admitted it to her husband, and he still loved her. I feel bad, because she told her favorite teacher about the abuse when she was in junior high, but the teacher didn't tell anyone. So, the abuse continued until she left home. Her therapist told her that her stepfather was probably abused at age 7, about the time he began abusing her. She said that it's normal to have sexual feelings towards children, but it is NOT normal to act on them. The carnal man is in all of us, and none of us want to admit sexual feelings towards anyone except husband or wife! But, usually, we think of something else, and the feelings go away. That works, for normal people. A victim of sexual abuse feels such guilt over bad thoughts, that they have more bad thoughts. Fight the guilt, but keep the part of it that motivates you to be a better person.

Good guilt motivates us to be better people and good citizens of society. It moves people to repentance.
Bad guilt paralyzes. It convinces the victim that the bad feelings are punishment. It brings hopelessness. It might even lead to acceptance of bad behavior and belief that the person is too bad to repent.
Victims often have bad guilt. Sometimes they learn to ignore all guilt, good and bad, and 'go wild' for awhile.
Never give up on a person. Don't be a victim of abuse trying to help the abuser, but try to be supportive if you're up to it. Ask for help. Pray.
If you're the victim, forgive yourself. That's what Heavenly Father and Jesus want. They love you. They're cheering for you! Let yourself feel it, through the Spirit. It's not your fault. Use your experience to help others. Find people you can trust, and learn to trust them. Be wary of people who might take advantage of your victim situation, but reach out to people anyway. If you pray about it, Heavenly Father will send you help. Don't be discouraged if people blame you for the abuse; they just don't know what you know, or they'd help you. If people ask how to help you, just ask them to listen without giving advice, unless you specifically ask for it. Helpful people always want to fix it, and fast! They give advice, thinking that's the way to fix it. But, giving advice can make matters worse, if the person giving it doesn't know about sexual abuse and how awful it makes a victim feel! When listening to my poor friend, I wanted to give her all this helpful advice I'm putting down here. But, this is a one-way conversation until you post a comment. When you're talking to a victim, you're not listening. The way to help is more difficult. Let your friend talk. Nod or say uh-huh to let him/her know you're listening. Keep eye contact. That's hard when a person's upset because you don't know how to fix it, what to say that makes it all better. But, the only way to help, is to bear your own responsive feelings and keep listening. Be strong enough for the one you care about, to bear your own discomfort, and to listen anyway. He or she needs you. He or she also needs a therapist to help.

Note, that therapists are not all equal. A therapist may be a general therapist or specialize in sexual issues. The therapist has studied psychology, but there are many flavors of psychology. If they approach problems with one flavor of attitude and help, and you need a different flavor, the therapist may not be very helpful. But, it's normal to feel bad towards your therapist when good changes are happening. My advice is, stick with a therapist for at least a month or two. If you don't feel that you're getting help, what are you saying in the session? Are you talking about the problem, or the weather? Remember, you are paying for that therapist's time. It's your job to talk about what hurts. If you avoid talking about the hurt and stick to safer subjects, like you do with people at school or work, you won't be helped by the best therapist! If you are honestly opening up, and the therapist's suggestions don't work for you, give it a month or two and really try what they ask you to do at home. Then, if you don't feel any better, it might be time to switch therapists. Or, if you really have a problem with the therapist's attitude or personality, you might want to consider another therapist. If you can't open up, you can't heal. You need to decide if it's you or the therapist hampering you from opening up. Your therapist should have a degree in psychology or social work, preferably in psychology at the graduate level: a psychologist. Psychologists aren't for crazy people. They are for anyone who has trouble coping with normal life. They don't prescribe medicine, so they might send you to a psychiatrist if you and the therapist think meds might help, usually for a year.

What do therapists do?

- they listen
- they might ask you to role-play the part of what you might say to your abuser [I know, that sounds silly, but it helps]
- they might ask you to talk to your abuser at some point, to tell him how the abuse affected you [usually, they don't repent, but sometimes, they do]
- they might ask you to write a letter to your abuser [you don't have to mail it!] Writing is extremely therapeutic for some people.
- they might have you practice some communication skills at home
An Example:
Being assertive is telling how you feel or what you want without being pushy, with consideration for the other person's feelings. A good way to do this is the I-statement.
When I hear you say ____________________, I feel sad. Notice, I didn't put that, "You make me feel stupid when you complain about my game!" or even, "When you____"
Starting a sentence with You puts a person on the defensive.

My characters use a lot of I-statements, the ones that are helping another. The characters with the You Statements usually learn to use I-Statements to solve problems. A lot of my stories are about diplomats and what diplomats in my universe have to put up with!

So, to all my Christian friends, this is why I write about sexual abuse. I hope I am doing so in a delicate manner, and without shocking your sensitive spirits. Please leave me your comments. Thanks!

Guide To Rainbow Series

Rainbow’s Start, 1st volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7822-24 Dovetails with Home Is A Difficult Journey, 5th Volume, through Home Is Memory, Home Is Illusion, 9th Volume, in Home Is Series.
Molly Brown, only 15, follows her family's adopted slaves from Earth to space and leads a colony start into trouble. Binneas, Diplomat of Fhiah, finds them on Questalod as Emperor Ry'nao makes plans for a new healer colony on Binneas' home Alb Seer. Molly eagerly leads Rainbow Unwell Colony with 525 slaves she acquired to heal and free; but, her love for Binneas grows along with the colony and its reputation for miracles. Can a teenager become a queen and lead the colony? 525pp. Novel. $9.99 Rated PG: Healing of Sexual Abuse, Drug Abuse, Slavery. Young Adult.

Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7824-31
Dovetails with Home Is A Dream Of Well 10th Volume, through Home Is Not Ye~, 12th Volume, in Home Is Series. Queen Molly Brown and new King Binneas, newlyweds, take care of their growing colony as more Zheien colonies fall to slavers. They try to help Emperor Ry'nao, but slavers take Ye~, and a new emperor must take refuge in Rainbow as dark times come to the Unified and the Alliance. Timespace itself is disrupted by the struggle between tech levels, but what can a healer do?

Dedicated To My Personal Care Aides, Chelsa Taylor and Serrita Hightower, who give me the extra helping hands I need. My Black sisters are two of the best reasons to love Cuthbert, Georgia! No matter the color of our skins, in or out of the rainbow, we are all sisters and brothers of that Father who loves every one of us. Surely Heavenly Father and Jesus are very pleased with my sisters’ work, and their caring hearts. If everyone was like Chelsa and Serrita, there would be world peace.
525pp. Novel. $9.99 Rated PG: Healing of Sexual Abuse, Drug Abuse,
Slavery. Young Adult, diplomatic science fiction, medical science fiction, brain injury, disability

Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7831
Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series. Rainbow welcomes the Yeff Remnant with its master healers of master healers, and Rainbow becomes the last hope of slaves who would surely die elsewhere.

Rainbow Journey, 4th volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7831-32
Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
Rainbow treaties bring adopted slaves from Earth, and inmates of Questalod, including MarKu's lost royal family. Nufera’s Homerean herbalry fails. Molly’s healers must find other ways to treat victims of slaver herbs, including First Prince Goes of MarKu.

Rainbow Refuge, 5th volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7832-35
Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
The Elshar Zheien Colony flees to Rainbow, and the Ean remnant comes from Zhea~ with King Tos, who vanished when Binneas came injured to Rainbow.

Look for more to come soon! Unfinished:

Rainbow Secrets, 6th volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7836-41
Dovetails with Home Is Rainbow, 13th Volume in Home Is Series.
The New Healing begins in Rainbow with the arrival of Elder Pirad of Bisillipia. W~Via finally gains contact with Kieta, who forms Rainbow’s Collective. An Earthan trader wields the Red Cube to battle the Blue Cube, and Satauuver.

Guide To Home Is... Series

Home Is… Series
Home Is Not Home, Book I of Home Is Series. Adia, Scientist of Areon, researches the most volatile substance in the galaxy. Ryonne~, King of Ye~ and Most High Diplomat to the Emperor, is sent on the most difficult missions in seven galaxies as intergalactic war looms closer to their star system. Adia's love for Ryonne~ will save him, and possibly end the War, if she can just learn to control the balky Cube of White Light.
Zhea~ Year 7818-19
Dedicated To Susan S Kyle, Who Inspired Me To Become A Writer, And Whose Writing Is Far Better Than Mine. My Master Storyteller!
ASIN: B002HMDGO6 http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002HMDGO6
File Size: 507 KB (Kindle Edition - Jul 14, 2009) 510pp. Novel. $10.00 Rated PG. Young Adult.

Home Is New, 2nd Volume in Home Is Series
Adia and her injured husband, Ryonne~, land on Earth, where Laura Martin, a nurse, helps Ryee recover. Earth, a primitive planet, does not have contact with other worlds. Adia must use the White Cube of Light to defeat Eriganh and his Red Cube of Fire to save thirteen galaxies—but, it is very unpredictable. Zhea~ Year 7819 456pp. Novel. $9.99 PG. Young Adult.
Home Is Far Away, 3rd Volume in Home Is Series Adia and Ryee are stranded on Earth, and injured from the Battle of the Cubes. They fight against time and nitrogen poisoning to reassure Earth’s governments while Ye~’s scientists find a way to bring them home. But, though the White Cube of Light is destroyed, some Gifts remain for Adia--with injuries if she uses them--and all of them must adjust to postwar life on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7819-20 518pp. 122,293 words. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is Far Away, 3rd Volume in Home Is Series Adia and Ryee are stranded on Earth, and injured from the Battle of the Cubes. They fight against time and nitrogen poisoning to reassure Earth’s governments while Ye~’s scientists find a way to bring them home. But, though the White Cube of Light is destroyed, some Gifts remain for Adia--with injuries if she uses them--and all of them must adjust to postwar life on Ye~. Zhea~ Year 7819-20 518pp. 122,293 words. $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult

Home Is A Place Of Healing, 4th Volume in Home Is Series Adia accompanies Ryonne~ on a dangerous mission which changes their lives forever. Yet, Adia's Gifts bring them through slavers, insanity, and a change of occupation. Because of her Gifts, Emperor Ry'nao asks for the new Ye~ Unwell Colony, and his new Ennead spreads the New Healing through thirteen needy galaxies. With some very unlikely members. Zhea~ Year 7820-21
590 pp. 153,429 Words . $9.99 Rated PG Young Adult http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002I62192
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• Language: English
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Christian science fiction, diplomatic science fiction, slavers, brain injury, healers, medical science fiction, young adult science fiction, no cuss words



Home Is A Difficult Journey, 5th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7822-24 Zbbat War brings changes to Ryonne~'s kingdom. Some changes are signs of contact with a higher trade level. 326pp. 84,311 words
Dedicated To The Staff of Southwest Georgia Medical Center. All of you who work there now, or who ever worked there when it was known as Patterson’s Hospital in Cuthbert, GA. You are the real-life healers who keep this community alive in the everyday crises that happen to good people, and I know Heavenly Father and Jesus bless you for this important work.
Christian science fiction, diplomatic science fiction, slavers, brain injury, healers, medical science fiction, young adult science fiction, no cuss words

Home Is Change, 6th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7824 Ryonne~ travels with Emperor Ry’nao to negotiate with Dai’nos, King of Ishah and Praefate of Elshar, for healers. While there, Ryonne~ collapses of exhaustion, and Ry’nao’s choice of treatment has adverse effects. Ahstam comes to help. Patients Doug and Jen, Russ and Suma, benefit from the Yeff delegation. Laura's heart surgery saves her son W'Vie & Geo~rgeh, Dai’nos’ adopted son. Will trade of her Earthan surgery techniques convince King Dai’nos?

Home Is Unwell, 7th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7825-26 Ryonne~ struggles to govern and work as healer despite fevers and unwells caused by the Change, the rise from one trade level to the next. But, slavers plague the small colony.

Home Is Refuge 8th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7827 The half-Ty’nirrhans colonize near Oshfah. Friends find healing in the colony of unwell. But, dangers increase from the attention these new friends bring to bear on Ye~.

Home Is Memory, Home Is Illusion 9th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7827-28 The Change completes, Vadia & W'Vie leave for the Council, and the New Diplomacy begins. But some of the Councillors’ promises are unwell.

Home Is A Dream Of Well 10th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7828 Ryonne~ And Adia’s son W~Via returns. An apology from the Council leads the travelers to Sghan Mas Consortium for retraining. Ryee falls into enemy hands. Can his son save him, and Ye~?

Home Is The Reign 11th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7828 Ryonne~ passes the Reign to his son, W~Via, as the kingdom falls into slavery and the Council hides the remnant after their escape. But, even Zhea~ isn’t safe. Can they trust the Council, when Councillors are fighting amongst themselves?

Home Is Not Ye~ 12th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow Stories, 2nd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7829 After a year of slavery, the Yeff join all of Zhea~ in hiding after King Lyyyrah's rescue. When will they be safe?

Home Is Rainbow 13th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7830-31 The Yeff move to Rainbow Colony of Unwell, as the people of Zhea~ return home. But, the Galactic Council is unsure of how to protect themselves, or the Yeff, from Councillors!

Look for more to come soon! Unfinished:

Home Is Elders 14th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbows Growing, 3rd volume in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7831-32 Unfinished The New Healing begins in Rainbow with the arrival of Elder Pirad of Bisillipia. W~Via finally gains contact with Kieta, who forms Rainbow’s Collective. But, she is young and inexperienced. Can she help them against the rogue Councillors?

Excerpt: Home Is A Difficult Journey

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“My Love! What is that sound?” A rumbling much like Earthan thunder shook the flooring under us.
Ryee did not answer, but pulled out his terminal cube and began frantic interaction with it. Suddenly, Yeff soldiers flooded our Healers’ Chamber and rushed us into a dimportal!
“Hey, where’s this? Where’s Ryee? Jo! They forgot Jo!” Laura asked first one soldier and another.
“Laura, they cannot answer you—we emerged in the Tunnels, a place of safety—”
“The Tunnels! With those giant wasp things?”
“Laura, B~ea will ne harm you; you are telepathic since receiving your aandat, so they will sense you mean them no unwell. Direct your worry to the cause of this!” The soldiers led us from one tunnel to another, and suddenly the light failed us. I noticed a chamber containing most of our children, but did not see Mother or my young Vadia. My heart filled with worry.
More rumbling beneath our feet threatened to drop us on the hard, sandy flooring. Without power to constantly feed sand to the surface, more of it dusted all horizontal surfaces when covers were disturbed. From the amount of it scraping under my feet, many covers had opened.
Suddenly, the deafening roar of weaponfire caused utter bedlam! Dissolutors cracked, dispersers hissed, sublimators whined, and fusilators droned. Ugly weapons of war, fatal to all in their path. The soldiers ran with us first one way and then another, and in one corridor in weaponflash we could see the carnage of a brief encounter: blood of dissolution left when molecular bonds broke in searing fury. Vapors and slime of dispersion, chemical separation of organics into simple elements. Powdery residue from sublimation, key elements removed. Small charred clumps left of fusilation, molecular bonds strengthened to the point of compaction with intense heat. The odors of death brought me close to fainting.
“Adia, honey, you okay? We gotta run now; I’ll help you. Okay?” I felt her trembling hands close tightly around my arms as she pushed me along. Dear Laura!
“My sister, I continue if you will but support me a while.”
A soldier lifted me.

I opened my eyes to light, warmth, and a room filled with wounded. The soldiers moved us many times; Laura and I slept by each other as the hour grew late, not daring to speak of our missing families until the crisis passed. Many times weaponfire gave us almost into panic until our soldiers led us to safety again.
I opened my eyes to Ryee’s weary face. “O my Love!” I cried and he embraced me tenderly.
“There is ne time, Ay—the Zbbat attacked, and we go to disable their ship—”
“Let me go with you!” Dark tones of futility echoed through our Link, the tight fit of his desert suit, his memories of the sands of D’gharr. He did not look well, and I feared both our lives would end this day. “If I die, you die—let us die beside one another.”
“Ne, Love. You are more strength to me here than out there.” He embraced me quickly, then he took J~oie’s arm. Father joined them and another group of soldiers; the men ran into the darkness that abruptly began about ten meters down the tunnel.
“I’ve got bad feelings about all this, Adia.” Laura broke into tears. I carefully took her into my embrace to comfort her without danger of water poisoning from her, then we both allowed ourselves to release a small portion of our worry.
Twice more the soldiers moved us, and they encouraged us to sleep; we could not go to other areas where wounded lay. The wounded here slept, long after regen, so we arrived too late to help them. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and let rest overcome me.

From Laura’s Journal:
The soldiers moved us again while we slept. Slowly, I forced myself fully awake and sat up. I searched the faces, and was frantic to see few familiar ones. The tunnel beneath the Palace was dark—and cold. If Ryee and Jo were out in the desert, the chill might be dangerous by now, not to mention the Zbbat.
"Pas! Have you seen Jo? Or Ryee?"
He shook his head wearily. "There are so many wounded, and more to come—"
I couldn't wait for the rest; panic for my Jo overwhelmed me. As quickly and carefully as I could, I ran, tripped, and stumbled through the flood of people, made my way in the dim light.
"Laura!" I jerked my eyes towards the voice. Father! My mind suddenly filled with images and memories of the raging battle that had stopped as abruptly as it came. By the time we found each other—he was ahead of me in the tunnels—I knew how desperate the situation was for my husband, my brother.
"Let me go find 'em! The cold won't be as bad for me as it would for y'all, let me go!" I cried, ready to get down on my knees and beg if necessary.
His jaw dropped. Well, it was more like his orange eyes flew open, but it seemed like a human would look with his mouth open. "Ne, Laura, you must ne think these desperate thoughts! The Zbbat are quiet now, but if they move, they give ne thought to killing, even women and children—"
"But you know I should be the one to go! I'm the only one on the planet—no power to keep you fellas warm since they used the nullifiers—I gotta find Jo!"
No time to argue; I continued to fight my way through the crowd coming towards us, and Father had to come with me to keep talking to me. He looked exhausted, and knew he couldn't stop me. "It grieves me, but I let you to go, Daughter. If my sons have hope, it is you."
He led me down a side corridor, and some men slept. We gingerly stepped around them, into a room with lots of what looked like camping supplies; stacked boxes of some purple material about the shade of the sand outside, odd-shaped containers in bins grouped together by shape and color.
"Daughter, you need this." He handed me a cloth something. When I unfolded it, it was a black one-piece suit, thin, but heavier than my desert suit. Built differently—this thing wouldn't rip if I raked it against the rocks on purpose. It wasn't very comfortable; felt like it had sand in it. I pulled it on over my clothes, and it got warm. Stiflingly so.
"Whew! Father, it's hot!"
He looked at me intensely, studying the way it fit me. The built-in gloves and boots weren't meant to go on five-digited creatures like me. My feet tried to cramp. Father bent down and straightened the saggy boots, finally got the divider between where Yeff toes would split in the space between my big toe and the rest. Wasn't much better, but how long would I have to wear it, anyway? The dear man worked with it several minutes, pulling here and tugging there, and soon I was almost comfortable except for the building heat. I sweated already.
His suit fit perfectly, as if made for him. "Quickly, down this tunnel, Laura." We ran out into an empty tunnel. From somewhere, about five soldiers ran with us.
We ran in dim light that became absolute darkness. I wondered if we'd run into something, and it was hard not to slow down, but I did keep up. No sound but the gentle padding of our Yeff boots on the sand-covered floor, and my loud breathing. I was out of shape, big time!
After awhile, I realized some of the soldiers had taken another tunnel; there were less sounds of feet hitting floor. Where did the others go?"
They go to relieve soldiers in need of rest and healing. Rustling above us made me look up. Those wasplike things Ryee told about, that lived in the tunnels? Creepy! Still pitch dark. Raising my head made me dizzy. The suit stifled me; I wondered how much longer I could make it.
Are you well? Father slowed his pace a little.
"I can make it." If only I had some water!
"We have no provision for obtaining water without energy. You cannot function without; perhaps we should rest a time—"
"No, Father, let's go. I'm not going to get dehydrated from running, for Pete's sake; it's got to be at least forty degrees Fahrenheit in this tunnel."
I felt his hand on my shoulder, and more strength seemed to go to my legs. "You shouldn't help me that way when you're so tired!" He said nothing else until he pulled me into a turn.
We must not communicate until we reach our brethren ahead.
One tunnel after another; I was so confused, I couldn't have
found the way back to save my life!
Finally we reached a small room, very dimly lit. "My soldiers, any sign?" He asked quietly, in spoken Yeff. “D~esah, report, please.”
"My liege!" The man bent the knee. "There is ne activity—they are within their ship and we are secure."
"What of my bae? Has anyone found them, or the others who were separated?"
"There is ne word." De~sah bowed his head in the dim light.
"You have served me well." Father put a hand on the young man's head. "Go to rest now."
"Thank you." Slowly, he went past us to the tunnel we just came from.
Father gave me more equipment, a device to tell me where warmth was so I could detect the guys, know which way to go. Also, a chemical light.
"Like a battery-powered flashlight?"
"No. The reaction gives off no energy to power a light source. Rather the reaction is the light source. No heat."
I thought of lightning bugs, and he smiled briefly. I guessed that was my yes. We were trying to decide which direction I should go first, when there was a noise in the tunnel; several soldiers carried a still form of a man. My heart leaped!
"Ryee!" Father cried. We ran to them as they lay him down on the floor and heaped blankets on him.
I hoped they would carry Jo in as well, but no luck. Ryee's forehead was cold as ice, and he didn't even shiver. The soldiers put extra heated uniforms under the blankets.
"He is unable to speak; from which direction did you find him?" Father looked at the men.
"Towards the city wall—the opening nearest the water." One wheezed.
"Show her. Yea~ Laura is to search for my other bae."
Their eyes got big as saucers, and I thought it'd knock their hoods off the way they startled. "Well, c'mon, fellas! Time's a-wastin'!"
When they showed me that hole, about eight feet above us, and no ladder or anything, I whistled. Then I had to apologize for hurting their ears; wish I could remember not to do that. Before I could ask how in the world I was going to get up there, they lifted me up on their shoulders and got into my mind so my body stood up. Balanced like an acrobat! Terrifying but neat.
I climbed out and looked around. No light. But when I pulled out the flashlight thing, I could see the tracks Ryee made on his way to us. I worried about Ryee, but Jo had to be in worse shape if he was out here in this cold; my fingers got numb even in that hot suit. A Yeff would surely be freezing by now. Better hurry.
The tracks wavered at this end, but got progressively neater as I walked. At first, I was afraid to run, but then I decided to get it over with. If the Zbbat were going to lob a weapon at me, I'd be harder to hit if I ran. And the light! Surely they could see that. I ran faster.
Up ahead, one of the moons rose. Light suddenly flooded the desert, and I enjoyed the scene as I tried to push more speed into my legs. Enough light spilled over the dunes that I put the chemlight in my pocket. And there, ahead of me just a few more feet, was somebody. I prayed that it was my dear Jo. A little closer. Yes!
From the look of the sand around him, Ryee had held him before he left. He lay like a dead person ready for the funeral, arms neatly folded across his chest and legs straight. I felt right sick to my stomach thinking how close to dead he looked, but when I got my shaking hand up to his forehead, there was just a little warmth.
Frantically, I felt his head for bruises, his arms, chest—two broken ribs, how was I going to move him?—his legs. Was he in regen? I couldn't tell anything. No one to help me. So many swollen places, probably internal injuries, definite head injuries as well. I didn't dare move him, but how could we stay out in the open? Prey for the monsters!
I felt for his breathing, and found that he barely got some air. Reached in his pocket, found his breather, wedged it into the collar of his desert suit. Cold; a regular desert suit designed to lose heat, not hold it in.
Slowly, I struggled with the hot suit I brought with me, and managed to get his stiff feet into it without disturbing him. As best I could tell. Then, I tried to lift one leg just enough to put the suit under him, pull the front over his thigh, lower it easy.
"Pah ne veh." An asthmatic wheeze. I couldn't remember the meaning of the words, but any fool could hear the sound of agony. See the trembling of excruciating pain.
When I had his leg down, I moved up near his head, listened to his moans and wondered if I could touch him anywhere without hurting him. "Jo?" A shadow hid his eyes from me; couldn’t tell if he opened them or not.
He flinched his right arm. "Lau—" He gasped. Shivered.
"It's all right, Jo, I'm here. Bear with me, Darlin', I'm trying to put this hot suit on you so you can be warm. You understand?" He wasn’t going to get very warm unless I got on with it. It'd hurt bad, no matter how gently I moved him. I took his hand, pressed my cheek against it, then put it down to get the other leg in the suit.
He moaned weakly again, and I cried because I couldn't stand to hear it. No matter how careful I tried to be, every motion gave him painful spasms. Then I had to roll him over to get the thing under him, and he tensed up. I imagined it hurt too bad to even make a sound then, and I rubbed his back with one hand while pulling the cloth up with the other. I held him in my lap and rested him on his right side. Finally I slipped both frozen arms in it and touched the seam to make it seal up, light spilled over his taut face, and he opened his eyes. A stare of black-eyed misery froze me. "O Love! Danger—" He gasped. "Leave me! Zbbat!" His voice trailed off as his head flopped back against me. He panted for breath, despite the red cylinder which I held against his neck. A familiar pattern of breathing that sent chills up my spine. Rapid deepening breathing to a crescendo. Steadily declining the same way. Then seconds, long seconds of silence. Cheyne-Stokes breathing. I stared at his quiet chest until the cycle began again, stroked his auburn hair off his cold forehead. Even his nose was cold.
"Hey, Jo, it's okay, really it is." I sounded more saccharin than comforting. "I mean, I haven't seen anybody. The soldiers said the Zbbat were staying put." Now that I held him, I moved the light closer—and noticed his greenish color. I watched in absolute horror as I realized signs of impending death!
"My ba. Well?" His eyes wouldn't stay open any more, and his breathing suddenly grew shallower. I lifted him higher, and he went limp with the pain. Too limp. His cheeks blew in and out with every breath, and his tongue crept out of his mouth slightly. Even his eyelids sagged away from his golden eyes now greenish with lack of nitrogen.
"I saw him down in the tunnel. Father's helping him. What happened?"
"Car-ried me." His lips barely moved. A flash of his memory came to me, no picture, just fear and a little summary. The Zbbat came on us before we could act. Ryee killed him, and his anguish over it was great. Jo half-shivered again, and I put my arms around him. I felt clumsy; my arms numbed despite the heat in the suit, and my legs were half gone, too. If the suit wasn't keeping me warm, how would it be enough for Jo? I massaged his right arm, trying not to disturb the broken ribs on the left. No way to get him back to the tunnels so he could die with family near; the thought made me sad. Family is everything to a Yeff!
"You need rest, Love. Did you regen at all? Or can you?" I touched his forehead again, and knew he couldn't. No hope left.
He frowned. His sunken eyes had been half closed for a while. "Ne—strong." A sigh. I put my cheek next to his as I gave up on massaging with my clumsy fingers and planted my right hand on the back of his head. Slowly, I forced myself to face hard facts. Jo's struggles for breath contorted his face, flared his nostrils, kept constant tension in his entire body when I first found him. Now, he lay against me. Appeared to sleep between fitful bursts of shallow breaths. Weak grasping at my arms. Piteous, barely audible moans. Losing the battle. Nothing I could do for him now.
"Jo, Sweetie, want me to give you sleep, anything I can do?" My voice broke off into a high chirp at the end. So much for being strong.
"Sing." I could barely hear him.
"What you want me to sing, Love?"
A single tear rolled down his cheek. "Death—" He knows.
I forced sound past the lump in my throat. A whisper. "I love you, Jo. I'll try." The corners of his mouth flinched upwards, then dropped. My lips quivered as I took a deep breath, wished I could give some of it to my poor husband.
I couldn't remember any Deathsong. Never learned any. Didn't want to learn any. Jo's last request, and I couldn't even fulfill it; as my heart sank, all I could think of was that old Skye Boat Song. Maybe Jo thought about it? He nearly died in my arms then, when Ryee and Adia vanished on Esteerr. I sang:
“Speed, Bonnie boat, like bird on the wing—“
He closed his fingers around my arm for a moment. He liked it.
“Carry the lad that's born to be king...”
I looked up to see one of those six-armed, six-legged things standing over us. I screamed, but poor Jo didn't move. Suddenly, it fell apart in silvery goo. If it hadn't happened in an eyeblink, I think I would've thrown up! Before I could react, the breath left Jo's body, and I looked down at his green face. Let the thing kill me. Everything I’m living for's dead in my arms. Oh, Jo!
The one with the weapon didn't move to hurt us, it seemed, but picked us both up gently and walked towards the tunnel. As he walked, I studied him, and decided he was a different species than Zbbat. Going to take us back and demolish all of us at once? I saw his hand, and gasped loudly despite myself. The thick, green-skinned shapeless outgrowth of this monster's body had a mouth with teeth! As he rested it atop Jo's head, I prayed he wouldn't do anything violent. My precious husband suffered enough. Tears fell on his face, and I quickly swept them off. What did it matter now? He wasn't in there, in that tortured body. Probably watching me make a fool of myself from the Spirit World.
As if I were alone with Jo, I stroked his cold face.
"It doesn't hurt any more, does it, Sweetie? I miss you so much, but that's selfish. Maybe I'm coming to join you in a little while. Maybe in just a minute. Oh, Jo, if not, how can I live without you? You made me so happy, Love, so very happy. No one else could take your place." My words seemed so stupid, so inadequate. How do you say in minutes what it took years to feel? How do you talk about the things you wish you'd said earlier, the things you wish you'd done differently, the words you should've said when he needed to hear them!

Excerpt From Rainbow Stories

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A yellow-skinned Zheien in a fancy uniform, fancier than a diplomat’s, came to me. “Molly, I am Cevit Ion. Ry’nao sent me to you.” He gave a bow, but trembled as he came up.
I pushed him gently into a chair, and sat by him as I made it into a soft sofa. Didn’t use my office much, so I barely remembered how to do that. “How is he? It’s been forever since we heard from him, or had any communication from the Yeff Unwell Colony—“
His twin fingered hand trembled as he held it up. “There is much I cannot reveal to you, Molly, or to any of my fine diplomats. Ry’nao needs to know if you have contact with Councilors. Do you? Know you of civilizations above our tech level?”
I shook my head. A noise behind me startled both of us!
Cevit Ion paled when Herdy’s huge body zipped into my little yellow office. He drooped his huge limbs and dragged all six, the six fingers like smooth octopus tentacles! “I no harm I healer old healer friendly healer!” His high-pitched screeching came almost too fast for me to understand until I thought about it. Poor Cevit Ion’s headache got worse.
“You are a healer, my friend?”
Herdy reached a long finger to him. “No fear me. I help, I help. Many cry! Ry’nao is frightened, Molly!”
Before I could try to stop him, he touched the Diplomatic Link in both of us, that telepathic link that Ry’nao used as Emperor to take reports from diplomats. I saw people from Ye~ in a mine, wearing gray slave tunics!
“You must nae! Both of you die if you—“ Cevit Ion screamed!
I pulled at Herdy’s arm. “No, Herdy! Stop it! You’re hurting him—“
“I no hurt help help Ry’nao hurting! Ilios hurts Ry’nao and all the diplomats all diplomats!”
Through my link, I heard the cries of diplomats, and healers who tried to figure out what made ‘em sick! I sang healing and sent it up my link. Touched the minds of healers all over Fhiah and begged ‘em to help! In Fhiah, Lut knew more healers on other planets and got them! Like a wildfire, we touched minds of healers on Zhea~, every Zheien colony—there are ten thousand of those—every healer colony!! Every healer in Rainbow sang, and people touched their arms to give energy. Usually, if I felt tired, I could reach into my Link and take a bit from healthy people. I couldn’t find one healthy one. I kept searching. Found a lot of unconscious people. Our healing revived some.
Cevit Ion tried to push us away, but Herdy held him. He turned gray. Dripped sweat. I held him. Suddenly, he passed out, and it all stopped. The Diplomatic Link went dead. I fell on him.

Herdy held us. So did Mia. “Molly! What did you? How did you try to send so much healing, and where?” Her yellow eyes filled.
I sat up. Cevit Ion groaned in my lap. “Herdy—“
“He cannot have more damage him damage him he Emperor now Emperor I loyal, Cevit Ion, I loyal to your Reign.” Herdy stroked his gray face and scraped clouds of green sweat-powder off him.
Slowly, the blue eyes opened, and turned black.
“Herdy won’t hurt you, Sir! Did we help Ry’nao?”
Mia gasped. “You can nae help—“
Cevit Ion took her hand, and mine. Cried. “Berto! He was trading, in Fhiah—“
A portal whooshed, and a big Elshar in a deep red DS uniform stepped out. He staggered, and Herdy caught him. “Habis ha!” His blue eyes turned black. Five fingered hands pried at the huge arm that held him. He struggled in Herdy’s grip.
“I no hurt no harm I Molly’s healer Molly’s healer! Help Cevit Ion help him he need you!” A finger shoved the large man close to Cevit Ion, who hugged him.
Berto returned the hug. “Minister, what can I do for you? Should I negotiate your release?”
Through his tears, he chuckled. “We are nae prisoners! Apparently Queen Molly knows how to charm Zbbat, as Ryonne~ charmed the Esteerrians! O, Berto, Ry’nao is dead!” He sobbed. One hand stroked Berto’s dark curls in back. An older fella, by the wrinkles. Elshars go dark where we go gray.
I cried, too. I loved the old Emperor. He gave me the Diplomatic Link, and I helped him take reports from injured diplomats. They get sick if they can’t report. So much I didn’t understand.

Cevit Ion waved up bitter bread, like Ben ate with Fa when he felt sad, or at our wedding. “Wish you to share Remembrance with me?”
“Eae, Sir.” I reached for a triangle of the flat bread, but he stopped me. Tried to stop Berto, but he ate one. The bitter taste didn’t make him flinch.
I assigned Contact Teams while Merritt took his respite. Then, I waved up a TS Inspector. Bisillipia has more than a man can count, but this one had the most decorations I’d seen. “Berto, there are many reports of Yeff traded to slaves. Some are seen in Marilla. The Marilla Ji Mine. Wish you to inspect?”
I thought our conversation would never end. Me? But, all of the other Assignment Specs were busy, and I represented Merritt in his absence. “I will go.”
Activity at the mine appeared normal. Hours, I walked in the tunnels and watched broken men. Interviewed many legal slaves. They saw Zheien in many groups. One by one, I brought men to carry the Zheien and Thordes out. A Zheien saw me and begged to speak, so I rushed to him. “You wear DS.” He sobbed. “C~spea, Master Trader of Ye~. His body is there!” A feeble hand pointed.
I took him in my arms and ran with him. A large chamber held bodies, thousands of bodies, but this man knew where to look. Soon, I saw the old Zheien. I traded with this man often, because he was fair, and had great skills. He often had items pleasing to an Elshar of Prov One, and sometimes, even items from the Elshar Motherworld. Oh, it hurt, to see him in this place! Very thin. I knew his people were in bad condition if they were with him. All the bodies were thin.
Men with me carried the body of C~spea, in stasis. The man I carried witnessed the slide that buried him. “King Ryonne~ himself held him! He asked for Yetza, to have Remembrance. My group helped dig for men buried. Many of us offered to work that they might earn freedom. They did. Do you know where went they? Are they found?”
I promised to help, and spoke to many slaves. Few were not legal, but I filed TS complaints, as many as I could! Then, I spoke to Bisillips and Wafs in the Marilla Colony. Witnesses saw slaves taken to an apartment by a Bisillip man who watched the mine entrance. Records showed the offices of a Waf trader, who had a TS complaint against him, and slavers took him. They took his staff. The apartment was empty, but I found traces of Yeff blood there. They were here, a short walk from our DS Offices! Oh, I wish I knew sooner! I gathered all the information I could, but slavers hide. I traced the ship to a slaver named Ilios. Merritt returned, and sent me on my respite early because he said it wastes time to track dead men! If he knew Ry’nao was among the slaves, would he show such rudeness to me for my efforts, then?

Berto stroked Cevit Ion’s light brown hair. Short, straight hair. He trembled. Wiped tears off his red face. Then, wiped yellow tear-powder mixed with green sweat-powder off Cevit Ion’s face. Rubbed his fingers together where Cevit Ion saw. The Zheien’s gray skin turned a bit lighter, and so did his blue eyes. “Berto, I hope to replace Merritt someday. I will speak with him. Your skills far exceed his, as I oft told ‘Ao, and your Teams survive more well.” He sobbed. “How did you fare, my friend? Are you harmed?”
I put my hands on the dark curls. “I’m a healer. May I take a look—wow—you have a lot of links!”
“You must not!” He slapped a meaty hand on mine, on his head. Just hitting myself that hard would give me a headache!
I sang a headache remedy, but didn’t push it. This man doesn’t let anybody much heal him. His fear for me shocked me! Maybe it’s the links.
Cevit Ion looked at me, and smiled. “Berto, Molly has unusual skills. You should let her heal you, my friend. Her Zbbat can help—“
“Cev, I am well enough. I felt healing through the link, so I did not fall. All around me, diplomats traded from Fhiah and other worlds. Some fell, and some did not.” He looked down.
“Did they recover, my son?”
His voice broke. “About half of the ones I saw ported to stasis, Cev. I can’t touch my diplomats. Any of them.”
Slowly, Cevit Ion looked past us, and flinched.
I put my hands on his head, but he pulled ‘em off. “You must nae, Molly.”
“You’ve got a bad headache! Let me—“
“I am nae injured, after your healing, merely shocked. The loss of these links, suddenly, is a great shock. Your healers are weary. You are weary. I fear to let you harm yourself. Remembrance is healing.” He ate a triangle of the bitter bread.
I went with ‘Ao to Tch’Zbbatr to negotiate a treaty. He wished to convince Zbbat to let healers take dying slaves to healer colonies. They would offer healing in return. We tried many times with my dear friend Butres Nu of Ea~, who had great skills with Zbbat, as did Ryonne~ and his fa Eanne~, and Butres’ successor Tesaca Of Ea~, now Eighth Galaxy Minister, who accompanied us.
We gave arguments for hours suggesting their slaves might produce more after healing, but nae convinced them.
On ‘Ao’s ship, we collapsed. Even with careful preparation, all of us had regen. We woke well.
He laughed. “Ah, my friends, we tried. Perhaps after 20 or so journeys with you, we convince them!” His red-violet eyes held the weights of the ages. I noticed new lines in his face. My friend is old, very old, and I concerned that these difficult missions aged him even more since the end of War.
Tesaca spoke first. “My liege, I heard stray thoughts of a new slaver net. Zbbat and Aryllans speak, and Ty’nirrhans offer tech.”
His eyes opened very wide. I gasped. Ty’nirrhans have tech nae of our level. “Ty’nirrhans are forbidden from this! They lost their position in the Council because of sharing tech with lower levels. So did Bisillipia, and Aryll lost membership in the Alliance for a time because of experiments that changed their genetics. If Aryll and Ctral join forces, Zbbat may become more of a threat. I will speak to King Lyyyrah.”
Slowly, Tesaca shook his head. His green skin turned light. “King Lyyyrah visited me, two weeks past, and I did discuss. He says he uses his strength to protect the Yeff, and there are too many slavers for even his people. The Zbbat take many Esteerrians slaves and make slavers of them. For the first time, Lyyyrah sees mind control tech that can sever an Esteerrian from his nest. Slaves are usually severed by the Nest for refusal to conform to the group, but tech that can sever a man despite the collective strength of quadrillions of minds must be powerful.”
We discussed much, that I can nae share with you, but changes are coming in our space that concern all.
“Changes, Cev? In the Alliance? The Unified?” His eyes turned even blacker.
“Berto, ‘Ao prepared me twenty years for this day, which we thought nae came. I must take the Reign, of 13 Galaxies, and I am much frightened for all in our tech level, members or nae. Slavers gain footholds daily more than diplomats can loosen. There are resources in the Thirteen that other galaxies crave, other galaxies with higher tech. The Council was created to preserve the Thirteen, and a few additional galaxies, for a later time. When I spoke last to Ry’nao, he nae mentioned the spread of the New Healing. He said that most of the Council rose to the higher tech level, and those who remain are unknown to him. There was War, in the Council, Berto. Members fight among themselves, about the fate of the Yeff, about the fate of all in their stewardship! Several members wish to take resources and start a new Council. ‘Ao witnessed the formation of this one somewhat, and there was contention then, but nae enough to cause the death of a member. Eriganh, the Councilor who started the War, tried to take territory, but it was expected. War ended as the Council predicted, with One to have temporary power, and with their combined strength, he was killed. But, the Council did nae expect another member to try to fight them all! Another member is dead, with terrible losses. The Council is without power while it gathers strength. We are without protection. ‘Ao and the Yeff tried to negotiate protection. Ryonne~’s son was trying to negotiate it, even in slavery. Now that ‘Ao is dead, we must assume the worst. Slavers may operate without restraint, and perhaps, aided by the Councilor who tries to take us. It is my hope that the level above the Council interferes.” He looked down at his twin-fingered hands, shaking in his lap.
Berto took them. “This is how MarKu was taken?”
“’Ao thought so, even at the time. I went to Sghan Mas to ask assistance and they are nae allowed to interfere. King Marel’vanrah sent me to Biehshah for help, and they refuse. They fear the Council interferes with them! Habir is an Elder, but he has less knowledge than ‘Ao had. I was nae ever an Elder, Berto! All ‘Ao sent me to see have nae help for us.”
I rubbed the back of his head. “We have plenty of ships from Ea~, before it Failed. Maybe I should get an army—“
“Molly, armed ships and men can nae fight slavers without harming innocent slaves! Slavers nae come with weapons. On MarKu, Zbbat merely snatched up people and used telepathy to shock them.”
“We’ve got Herdy—“
He moaned. “I was slave they powerful powerful I old weak one weak one they have me.”
I always thought Alb Seer was safe! But, if slavers could take MarKu, and it was bigger than here, maybe not. “Well, Cevit Ion, I’m just a healer. If our Tessite mine or ships or anything I can give will help, it’s yours. Should we stop trading with slavers to get patients?”
His blue eyes opened past wide! “You trade with slavers? Why?”
“We buy slaves so we can heal ‘em and they can go home! The Piee Sahrrat still has lots of contacts, even though they’re run by Hurtors Of The Slave Trade, and we get lots of slaves to heal. They like our Tessite.” I sighed. “Although, I don’t think Hurtors is really hurting the slave trade. They steal a lot of ships, and we buy a lot of ships from them, but most of ‘em are old junkers and you can’t let a Zheien ride on one without killing him. So, we trade a lot of their ships for Zheien-built ships, then Fhiah Science Council upgrades ‘em so Zheien don’t get hurt, even injured. I haven’t seen any good ships or valuable slaves come through them. If we have somebody who used to be a Galactic Minister or diplomats working on important treaties, it’s usually because the slaver we got ‘em from didn’t know they had ‘em. Cog and Habir are on their way to us from Ilhanhsa, and Cog, a Zheien healer, broke into their security system and let the Thordes liberate it. Because of the info she gave to the Thordes, Req in Fhiah—he’s their Master Server Instructor for the whole planet—was able to decode the database in Nes Vah’s shoulder recorder and match records. Now, when we get ships from Ilhanhsa, we can identify most of the people in comas. Or, if a person had terminals, we can match the info in the terminals to figure out who they are if they can’t tell us, most of the time.”
Cevit Ion gasped. “You have Nes Vah? My dear friend! May I see him?”
I shook my head. “He’s in bad shape. They tortured him so bad, if he sees someone in uniform, he throws himself on the floor and waits for torture and thinks he’s there! He lives in the hospice, my main building, and works as a healer helper. When he’s not scared, he enjoys talking to people. His friend V~as Das tries to help him. They had terminals removed when Anda came from Ye~ Unwell Colony. That was—“ I waved up a calendar. Gasped. “This can’t be right! Six years ago? Zheien computers don’t work!” I shook my head. Every time I checked the date, it’s a shock.
Cevit Ion hugged me. “Molly, space-time is disrupted. All worlds of Zheiea complain that time estimates for travel are off more than usual. You look on Earthan time, but did you know Zhee time is similar? Zhea~ passes around his sun at about the same rate of Earth and Sol. All worlds of Zheiea measure time by Zhee calendars as well as local and Hub Standard times. But, fear nae. We age at the rate of the world on which we spend the most time. Those who travel much age less, as your Einstein predicted. But he nae predicted the effect of drives which can vary environs to carry with them. Travel time is affected by so many variables, one who pilots can nae estimate arrival accurately, except for the most routine journeys. This is further affected by slavers who watch busy worlds with much travel and try to take ships with containments. If a pilot escapes or avoids a slaver, he might arrive days early or late. Trade is much affected by time, especially in the past 21 Zhee years. We know nae why, but we suspect activity of tech above our level from that time. You have V~as Das also?” He named off a bunch of missing men. We had a few.
After a while, he got quiet. “Molly, may I move here, permanently? I can nae return to Ye~ where I lived with ‘Ao, or to Vohl, where slavers surely seek me. I must have rest before I assume my title.” His blue eyes stayed black.
“I’d like that, Cevit Ion. Our room’s just out in the hospice. Ben likes to have company—“ I took his hand.
“Molly, I can nae stay with marrieds! I have many who serve me—they are missing, but perhaps—if I stay here, you may find them among the slaves.” He sighed.
I smiled. “If you want a room alone, there’s the green hall off the hospice, or I’ll build you a house wherever. Plenty of room in Rainbow. As long as you keep a sleeping buddy. Zheien can’t sleep alone when they’re unwell—“
He laughed. “I am nae—“
I held up his gray hand, twin fingers dripping green sweat-stars on the yellow sofa. “Sir, you need nae to be alone. Sleep with us tonight. Berto, you’re welcome to join us! When you’re nae sweating, then we’ll talk. Ron! Bring a buddy to carry Berto, will you?”
Cevit Ion startled. So did Berto! The Elshar nodded furiously. “I can walk! A man can’t show weakness or he never trades in the Traders Circle again!”
The Emperor laughed. “We can hide ourselves, Berto! Think of what we learn as operatives for a few days, among unwell.” He waved, and they both wore long, white tunics with white socks to the knees.
“I can’t—Cev—maybe I shouldn’t call you that now.” The big Elshar looked down.
“You are yet my friend, Berto. These are difficult times. Molly, will Binneas assume unwell, because of our titles? Berto sent him on missions. I took him with me several times as Seventh Galaxy Minister, the title I leave.”
I smiled. “Ben’ll be happy to see old friends. Oh, Ron, Fubret, here’s Cevit Ion and Berto.”
“Minister Cevit Ion!” Fubret started to bow, but the Emperor’s twin-fingered hand carefully pulled at his purple wrist.
“Fubret? My son, nae bow. I am here as Molly’s guest. Were you harmed today? Need you healing?”
His purple eyes opened wide, and his blonde eyebrows shot up. “Do I look sick to you? I am not harmed, or Molly would not let me carry you. Are you sick? Your skin is gray instead of yellow.” Gently, he stroked the twin fingers. Fubret’s purple skin looked gray when he had been nice and lavender.
“You are pale, my friend. Perhaps you should let another carry.”
Fubret gently lifted him, with a smile. “I am happy to serve you, Minister. Where shall I take you?”
I directed him, and Ron carried Berto, who was very uncomfortable with the attention.
Ben looked up with tears in his yellow eyes. Eap sat holding him. Poor Eap looked terrible, too. He saw who they carried in, and I grabbed his arm to keep him on the bed. “They’re here to rest, not to watch ya bow. Cevit Ion wants to live here now, and I’m happy!”
“Cevit Ion? O, Minister, where are you?” Ben waved a hand, and the new emperor took it as Fubret put him on a leiwege.
“Binneas, my son, can you rest with me here by you?” His eyes turned even blacker.
My husband pulled his head against his chest. “Eae vah! O, you have such mind pain! Molly—“
“He’s had all he can stand, Ben. Eap, let me see you—“
The young king of Fhiah held my hands down. “You must rest! I heard the healing you poured into the links, healing you asked Lut to draw from all kingdoms of Zheiea! I touched the minds of Ahstam, Master Healer Of Zheiea, and King Marel’vanrah Of Zheiea~, and you saved them! You saved our new emperor! Thank you, dear friend!” He sobbed.
I cried, too, even after all that Remembrance. Eap heard all of it.
Cevit Ion’s hand took Eap’s, and he fell asleep. Berto turned over, pushed his back against the Elshar Zheien’s, and wept quietly.
Fubret got onto the bed and stayed by the newcomers. Ron came back with Lut! “O, my sons, let me see you—“
The former minister startled awake. “Nae, Lut. Without Ahstam, I have nae healing, more than Molly already gave. Can you hear Ahstam’s mind? Eap?”
They wept, and I felt awful. Eap saw Ahstam with Ry’nao, in that mine with Ilios! I saw what slavers did to Forsay, who was that old, Master Healer Of Fhiah! He taught me to be a healer, that girl of 15 on a slaver ship, trying to save 525 slaves from Ilhanhsa. I wished we could do something, anything, for the poor Yeff! I cried.
Then, Hersa carried in a shivering Zheien. He was gray. “Molly, here is Mau Ta, Stationed Diplomat Of Ye~.”
“Give him to me, Ba.” Cevit Ion held up shaking arms.
The young man stayed curled up as Hersa gently put him in them. “Min-iss-terr.”
“Mau Ta, you were Ry’nao’s. Taste this Remembrance, for you are now mine. O, I am sorry!” A wave, and a triangle of Yetza floated into the diplomat’s mouth. He shuddered.
I put a warm blanket on them. Berto rolled over and put a hand on Mau Ta’s forehead.
The man shoved a rolled hand along Berto’s arm. Gently, the Assignment Specialist moved a hand to the back of the diplomat’s light curls. “I am sorry, my son. Rest with us. We are all friends in our sorrow tonight. Your fa served us well, and I wish he could be here with you.”
“Ea yeo.”
Ben took a triangle of Yetza. “Let me share my last visit to Ye~. Molly, help me?”
We’d been talking about that. I tried to revive Indoe, from MarKu and Fenig, an Earthan, and couldn’t. They’re here, in stasis. Ben met her outside the Trade Office in Fhiah.
She ran to him. Bowed. “Diplomat Binneas, I am Healer Fenig, and Ry’nao sends me with you to Ye~. My love comes there soon from Ishah. He is injured.”
I bowed. “Healer Fenig, I am happy to transport you. Molly, who is my courted, told me of your courtship with Indoe. I am happy for you both. His mission on Esteerr went badly, then? I grieve.”
“He signed his treaty, and added a provision with J’hanntur to send slaves here to Rainbow. We hope for many of MarKu.” She shook all over.
I gave her my arm, and we walked to my ship. “I go to Ye~ for negotiations with the Noh, then to Ceaceadis.”
“Will you teach me? Neither of us need to think beyond the work for a time, eae?”
“Eae vah!” I remained quiet as we reached my ship, a red pyramid.
“That’s an interesting ship, to be shaped like a giant herb terminal!”
I laughed loudly. “Herb terminals are yellow!”
“You nae ever pulled one from a friend’s pocket, and it was red?” Red ones mean hidden problems, maybe health problems deleted from a diplomat’s healer’s record so he can still work as a diplomat. Her thought made me shudder. Mine is red, now.
We entered, and spoke long, as we traveled. She asked me of the Noh, who live in a colony next Ye~, and I taught her. Once, a trader of Aurel~a came and could nae speak to Noh in his language, because nae could understand it! He knew Areonian, and was very surprised when Bekshay told him it was Aurelonan! The trader refused to trade with any but Yeff. First Prince Goes of MarKu was visiting at the time, and convinced him to trade Noh wares, supplies the Noh needed, to him. Then, he traded them to the Noh. Bekshay was very pleased, and asked for Goes oft. Goes asked me to learn of the Noh so I would have opportunity to help the Yeff. All of Zheiea wishes to help the Yeff, for they are of Ye~ Prov, where the Kings Of Zheiea dwell. Of all kingdoms of Zheiea, the S’ai, and the Yeff, are chosen to rise to the new trade level. We nae know when, so we wish to show them every honor until they leave us.” Binneas rubbed a yellow eye.
“Rise to the next trade level? Will all of Zheiea rise?”
“Nae can tell us. When we are to know, there will be signs. One was the end of the War. Another is great healing, on Ye~, although we could take Rainbow’s miracles as another sign, but nae knows what it is a sign foretelling. The level above us has rules we nae know. They give us the Prophecies, warnings of things to come, but we must wait for more signs. We hope for the end of slavery in large networks. The fall of MarKu was unexpected, and some say tech from the Council is the cause of this rise in slavery. If it is, surely the Council will end it.”
She frowned. “What are the Prophecies? Is that like revelation from Heavenly Father?”
“Nae! Many dislike the term Prophecies because it implies religion and nae a general plan of the tech level above us for us. Councilors are men, as we are, simply in possession of higher tech, and there are many councils of higher tech. Sghan Mas serves levels above and levels nae as advanced. These levels are temporal, nae those of Father Of All. Our loving Father has His plans for those of all levels, whether they believe in Him or nae.”
We came to Ye~, and Fenig had upset, so few Yeff walked on the Commons. Pas came to her, and inquired of Indoe, and Healer Via told her he died, and they could nae find his body! But, little Yea~ Vadia came to her and told her he lived, and was sent on a ship to Ye~, and that they would marry! As I pondered this advice from a smallchild, she looked up at me. Vadia had large orange eyes, and red curls. “You and Molly will have great happiness, for this is your last mission, Binneas. She will make you King of Rainbow Unwell Colony.”

Cevit Ion startled. “Vadia told you this, and before Ceaceadis? How old was she then?”
Ben smiled. “Only 7 years. But, there is more.” My husband lost the smile.
Vadia found me after intense trading. I was weary. She touched me between the eyes and gave me strong healing. I had few thoughts. “Come with me, my friend. Rest yourself.”
I blinked, and sat in a chamber with golden walls and flooring. A beautiful place. Vadia stood before me, and there were tapestries. Thoughts came to me. “Are these the Depictions?”
“Ea. I can tell you much. Friends teach me. Ry’nao likes them. He gave them to Fa W~Via when he earned Most High Diplomat. But, you must remember them well. When you are King, Cevit Ion will come to you and Queen Molly. He will ask if you have contact with Councilors. Show him the Depictions and remind him that there is hope. Will you do this? Wslarc teaches me.”
I agreed, and she taught me much. I felt much awe, for these tapestries were created in a time when Fereshah and Deesamor were great places of learning, and Sghan Mas was new. Ad Beni taught us about these, but he never saw them. I looked on them, and Vadia told me about them, with memories nae her own.
The First had many panels showing the Destroyed Stars. ‘Ao looked at it with his red-violet eyes wide and gray eyebrows up His wispy curls bobbed with his breaths. “The main panel shows the entire Thirteen, but this large second panel shows Deesamor. Two hundred Standard Years.”
Deesamor was a beautiful place. Buildings had fine carvings. Many children ran about with happy faces on one side of the tapestry. Aryllans with gray skin, Bisillipians with green, and Zheien, and Elshars lived in peace. Crowded walks with happy faces. And, some of the Bisillipians held hands with Aryllans, shared looks of love.
Another panel showed many white-robed healers. Ahstam, Master Healer Of Zheiea showed in it. This must be Fereshah, that multi-level place of healers! Kajarians attacked it.

Pas, old master healer of Ye~, sat on the commons with Laura, the Earthan healer who saved Ryonne~, their king. “Many will weep for Jog Sa, but many will also weep for Pie, and for too many others to name! We live in a time of madness when slavers can take an entire world of people in evil. Ne since Deesamor, and Ahstam speaks of that in whispers.”
“Deesamor, Pas?” Laura cocked her head, and auburn hair fell in her eyes.
“A world of healers, scientists, and great beauty. Aryllans were like Zheien then, and we traded, fathers of Zheiea traded. But, a group of Bisillips wanted to feel as Aryllans and Zheien, and did experiments. Aryllans found they could feel more, and secretly worked until they changed themselves. They found pleasure, insane pleasure, through pain. When they preyed on other Aryllans, their blood changed the genetics of those innocents, and they became lustful for pleasures. All of Aryll and her colonies changed. Now any Zheien or Elshar looks on an Aryllan with dread! Deesamor had 20 decillion people, and most died because of the Aryllan plague. If an Aryllan touches one, he rarely survives to see his healer.” Pas shuddered. “I am sure that slavers who came to MarKu had help from Aryll. Ahstam told me, if an Aryllan is careful with an Elshar, he ne dies, but can be controlled. He suspects all Elshar slavers have Aryllan masters. Their tech is ne of this level. Aryll and Bisillipia lost their status and came to our level because of similar experiments. Aryll trades much with Esteerr and Tch’Zbbatr because many like slavery.” I thought of the panel on the tapestry which showed Deesamor. Shuddered. Deesamor had 20 decillion. MarKu had 70 decillion.
Laura frowned. “I hope none of them come here! I tried to heal an Elshar with a cut on his wrist that came from that monster’s fingernails. Nobody can heal it. Healer Asha offered him an aandat and said that might help, but he said it’d interfere with his religion, to take a parasite. The man’s got a high fever and we can’t get rid of the infection.” She shook her head.
“None of us can heal an Aryllan! When one comes, we port him to the Aryllan Colony on Esferyll. They can bear such porting, to another galaxy. We ported three, in forty years. Ahstam taught me.”
“Is Aryll in the Alliance?”
“Ea. We trade with him oft. I see any trader who must display such rudeness in my chamber at least a day, after! C~spea seems to be the only trader of us who can bear them well. Trade is automated. Their methods for herbs help many here. We also have healing for Aryllan slaver terminals because C~spea dared to trade for it! He is a brave man. Aryllans threaten much as they trade, and project vile memories to frighten one.” He shivered, and Laura put a hot blanket on him.
“I think we’d better talk about something else! I feel creepy enough when people come in screaming after attacks by Esteerrians or Zbbat.”
A smaller panel with Sghan Mas. A peaceful scene, except for two—were they Elshars?—dragging a Zheien between them. A man stopped them. There were some tiny scenes like this on the other two, Fereshah and Deesamor also. Did we learn anything over these centuries?

Cevit Ion frowned. “That was Ryonne~! He was taken from Sghan Mas by slavers. That scene is the Festival of Twenty, in the Twenty Colony.”
My husband’s yellow eyes opened very wide. “But, he wore the uniform of a Sixth Year—“
“Many of Ye~ went to Sghan Mas for advanced training, to meet with Councilors.”
Not much of this made sense to me! A tapestry 2000 years old that had people of today in it?
Ry’nao moved to the Second, which showed Eriganh, former Emperor of the Six, in a chamber hewn from rock, with people carrying trays, hammering at the wall far behind him, and near him, people of many species lying on tables. He wore a white robe, and reached for the glowing red cube in the dust and loose rock of the gray floor. “This happened before the War, so the Prophecies were not given at the same times. They are believed by historians to be out of order. But, they were given in the first ten years of the Council, between Zhea~ 5712-5722. Zhea~ already had MarKu, Ea~, Jovia, Siar, Ryon and Vasye.” Another panel showed a woman with five-fingered hands holding the Red Cube over a Zheien who was half-Aryllan. Vadia told me this was Su Sian, deep in the Ninth Galaxy.
‘Ao turned his redviolet eyes to the 3rd as his tears bounced like white crystals on the golden floor. A servant gathered them. An xchou custom, the Gift Of Tears. The third showed Adia Rayaline as she raised the White Cube, facing Eriganh. Clearly, Laura’s house showed in the background, and Ryonne~’s agonized face behind her, dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt. Laura, holding Ryonne~. The explosion, as White Cube and Red made purple light over them. Laura’s Earthan home, a white Victorian in Atlanta, Georgia, United States Of America.

“I saw that on the news! How did that get put into a tapestry that old, Cevit Ion?” I looked at him, barely awake, and wished I hadn’t interrupted my husband. Mau Ta slept, and Lut held him.
But, the new emperor smiled at me. “I nae know, Molly. Let us listen. Perhaps these memories teach us. Eae pas, Binneas?” He held my husband’s head against his chest.
“I am well, Minister.”
“Call me Cev, as friends do. We share secrets, eae? Molly, you may also call me Cev. ‘Ao loved both of you. So I do.”
“Thank you, Cev.”

In the 4th Tapestry, Ryee stood in a purple chamber full of healers. There must have been hundreds of them.
"Here before you is Ryonne~, of Ye~.” Ahstam explained his problems, and his progress. “He wishes to learn the Healer's Art, to the point of Decision. I wish, once his training reaches this point, to delay his Decision. Do you agree with me, that he receive skills to distract himself from misery?"
The vote was unanimous.
I trembled. The room, filled with healers, Ryee, unrecognizably thin in his white healer’s robes! I had seen this in the fourth tapestry of the Depictions, in the Gathering Hall. Another of the Prophecies is now true. Ahstam heard my loud thoughts, and his blue eyes opened impossibly wide!
Vadia explained the memories of her mea, and Ahstam himself saw this tapestry.
Then, she shared a memory of her father’s, of the 5th, which showed Ea~, green-skinned Zheien thin and fainting as Zbbat and Esteerrian ships landed. “King Tomasian knew Ea~ was near Failure when he last visited us. O, Ay! But, there is a difference in this panel. I see ne Zbbat clutching Zheien. Ea ne! This woman, in the back of the panel, meets with J’hanntur, on Esteerr! She is Ean?”
‘Ao walked in and stood by my parents. “Ryee, she is Queen Ferra, who pretended to be queen of a slaver empire to save her people! You see her in her guise as Tes. But, a Zheien woman can ne do this for long. As we speak, Zhea~ moves to declare Failure.” He sighed.
“Ea~ is Failed?” Fa wept.
He also wept, and an xchou servant collected his tears, which bounced like tiny diamonds on the golden floor. “Ryee, Ea~ is Failed, but there is more. Slavers used Tos to command Piee Sahrrat, and Ferra found him. In her guise as Tes, she took the Piee Sahrrat! Ships fly from Ea~ now with everyone left, and they will occupy Lemah Prov of Zhea~. Ne enough healers wished to migrate to Ea~ Prov, which holds mostly farmers. Lemah has cavernous healers’ chambers, and trains many healers, in our 6th Galaxy Center. Ea vah, we will mourn, but few Eans died of slavers. Fevers decimated whole provs. There were too few workers to tend the fields, for foods. Zhea~’s Science Council tells me perhaps the genetic mods were too great, for life in such a watery environment. Hurtors Of The Slave Trade now hold Piee Sahrrat, and free slaves. They will use Ea~ as their home, a home they never had before King Tomasian offered them space in return for food. Most of them are Elshars, and can live well there. We will not lose herb trade, or aandat trade, which they can do.” He sighed.
His servant sat on the floor at ‘Ao’s feet, and pressed the clear pyramid into his hands, filled with the crystal-like tears. “Where shall I send your grief, Liege?”
‘Ao sighed again, and held the trembling hands of the aged man around the soft pyramid. “To Zhea~, Lemah, for Tos. For Ferra.”
He nodded, and took the pyramid out.
“Another panel shows Siar, and when MarKu was taken, around a hundred were taken from Fisdint, which is shown.” ‘Ao pointed to the scene, which showed a white-robed healer walking with an unwell surprised by a Zbbat carrying two orange-skinned Zheien and a green-skinned. One fourfingered hand gently touched the green one in a diplomat’s uniform. “Anjer, of Ea~.” He sighed.

Cev startled. “Anjer? Ejis! He was one of Butres Nu’s closest aides, and he was taken on Siar?”
Laura eagerly listened to Prince Goes’ memories of MarKuan musicians as Meae and Fae brought me to Mea, with my busbus dangling. “Mea! Aunt Laura! Fa! Uncle Jo!” Then, I reached for Goes, and he took me.
“Ah, little Vadia! I am happy to meet you.” He kissed my forehead. Touched the soft little toys on my headdress and they changed. “Here is a feripas, soft and white. He will bring you a dream tonight. His friends are suna mor, tuns and pite. All friends together as is right.” As he sang the song in English, he made the animals in the song. I sang with him. That made the prince startle, but he kept singing. I sang all the verses, a very long song about the adventures of the friends while watching over the sleeping baby. Real animals of Fig, MarKu. Fa sang the words in Yeff, and Laura in English. J~oie’s part repeated the names of the animals. Fa’s had what they did, in Yeff. Mea’s was harmony with Laura, but she also sang it in Yeff. Goes’ bass voice rang on the commons, and our people swayed with it.
After they finished, I hugged Goes’ head and stroked his soft, dark curls. “Uncle Goe! You be king while Herda lives, two kings for MarKu! Two kings! Fa and Fae, two kings. Herda and Goe, two kings! Two kings and two queens!”
Goes sighed. “I have nae wife, little Sa. You speak well. How old are you?”
“One.” I frowned, and my red curls bounced as I looked at them. “Yeffyear. One Yeffyear, Uncle Goe.”
He gasped. “How is your speech so well, at a year? At a year, Indoe barely spoke unless he called for Mea or Fa!”
I giggled. “Goe, Mea and Fa teach! Fae and Meae teach! Well teach, Goe! Sing, Goe. Sing love songs. Per-sen-non.”
Goes nearly dropped me! “Persennon? How does an infant know of Persennon??” He smiled. “Eae, for you, Vadia! Persennon!” A tune came, then beautiful words, filled with emotion. The Prince Of MarKu looked towards the white Temple, where the suns nearly met the horizon and our pink sky became purple and redviolet around them.

Colors of sunset make sense of love
And love has endless colors to shine
Ever more brightly in the hearts
Of like minds.
Eyes that glow as stars
Revealed in night’s promise
The glance of feet
Lovely in golden sands
Golden as Tessite, and as costly
But the trade
Is worth the travel, and the struggle, and the night of the great trade.
For, what is a night compared to eternity?
Father Of All smiles
Whenever love glows
In the sunset.

People all around us wept. But, I held Goes’ face in my little hands. “Ea. Great trade, Goe. Queen has great trade. King has great trade. Happiness comes in sunset. Great happiness. Now is dawn, Goe.”
His brown eyes blinked, and he waved at the sunset. “Now is nae dawn, Vadia. It is—“
Again, I pulled his face to me. “Think Per-Per-sen-on. Dawn.”
“Dawn?” Another song came to him, and tears came to his huge brown eyes. Laura heard it and sucked her breath in with awe of the beauty of this music, in what she would call a ‘minor key’.
It is the dawn, and I must leave, must fly my ship far
I am young, but tomorrow I must grow old, must work very hard
And, in my work, I wear the lines that mark, the silver of age
Soon, I wear the silver, and is my love come?
When my legs nae dance to the tune of my mind
When my mind is weary and slow, when the work is finished, for me
When others fly my ship and take my work far
I will sit in the sands and enjoy my silver
And perhaps, a maiden, yet maiden in her weary mind
Shall show me her silver, and I will share mine
In the sands. In the sands. Our minds shall dance
And our feet, slowed with work now past
Shall touch, there in the sands
In the sands of sunset.
Only in the colors of sunset
Can love truly begin.

Goes wiped a tear from his face, and imagined a hand, an Earthan hand, to touch his finger. Ne face or voice to go with it, but just an impression that made a cloud in a sunset that was MarKu. A single orange sun, and a sky red on the horizon that paled to light green as he looked up. He held his hand out towards the white Temple for a moment, and Laura finished her harmony.
The whole commons was silent.
I nodded. “Ea, Goe, but people will sing joy when you are king. Joy and great sorrow. Your queen will leave with you, Goe. In the sunset. Your cloak will have rainbows on it. MarKu rises again.”
“Again? Why do you say again?” Goes looked from me to Fa to Mea. How I should know this poetry, when Fa never mentioned Persennon or any other poet? Fae and Meae also looked very surprised. Fae frowned at Fa, that he neglected to recite poetry to Mea.
I reached for Mea, so she took me. “Mea, Uncle Goe has mind pain.”
He trembled, and his skin shone in the fading light of suns. Our people yearned to hear more songs of MarKu, but let us pass without complaint. Fa led Goes by the hand. “I think my friend should see more of our home, ea, Ay? The Gathering Hall.”.
We walked across the Commons and Mea put her hand in the lock. The huge doors moved slowly. First, the huge rings lifted as if giant hands pulled. Then, Rae~ and T~o ran to push at them. After we passed through, they pulled at indentations inside the doors to swing them shut. Always, they smiled at one another and obviously enjoyed their task.
Once inside, to our left was the Sharing Chamber, which Mea thought of as our parlor. To the right was the Gathering Hall, a huge hall that made a semicircle to the Commons, with another set of small doors that slid open, for when one married or courted. The line of dancers began here for the courting or married couples, and others joined in as they pleased.
Along the golden walls, the third tapestry showed Mea as she raised the White Cube, facing Eriganh.
Goe stared at that one. Fa shared memories. “Goe, sit. Will you take nesfa?”
He sighed and took out a leaf. “Eae, my friend. These are beautiful! Which are yet to pass?”
The fourth showed Zhea~, the huge purple chamber decorated with many tapestries and the roomful of healers where Ryonne~ first put on white robes. My fa explained with a smooth flow of quick memories. He stood with Ahstam.
Then, the fifth had a frightening scene of a light green sky filled with ships, people running, and destroyed buildings! The people were orange-skinned, and Zheien. But, a panel showed the same commons, the same buildings, and some of the same faces. These people smiled, but had thin bodies. Many wore long, white tunics to where an Earthan’s ankles lay, as we dressed unwell in our healer colony. Many healers stood with these, or bathed them in white sands.
Goes stood and put both hands on the tapestry. “Eae fae vah! Here, this is Fig, my home in Para! Zbbat and Esteerrian ships—some are Aryllan—Zbbat hold 6 at one! But, this place, I nae know it.” His right hand traced buildings that looked much like Oshfah around a large green building, then an outer ring of metal ones with beautiful scenes inlaid in bright colors. “Buildings of Islay. White sands? Look, this is Fhiah, Fhai Prov, the Trade Office and King’s Home clearly show, and the white Temple. But, people of Islay nae dress as this! Islay has orange sands, nae white! Fhiah has white, and many marshes for bathing. This ship. This man is nae Fa, but much older than I, in the deep blue, in our family color. But, his cloak, with these rainbows! Vadia spoke of rainbows in the sunset, and there is sunset on Alb Seer!” A finger delicately indicated an orange sun in a blue sky. And, holding the king’s hand was a lady in a deep blue dress, with golden hair and blue eyes, filled with love. They smiled at one another. Goes gently touched their heads. “When I am old? I shall nae even share my silver, for there is nae. She is young! An Elshar maiden, perhaps? Or Earthan? Ryee, do I think nonsense? These are old, very old.”
Ry’nao came in and hugged Goes. “My friend, sit. Rest. Do you know you have moisture on you?”
“My emperor! Can you explain the Depictions to me? Is this MarKu’s future? Or Deesamor, in our past?”
His redviolet eyes looked at the 5th tapestry, and he shuddered. “I gave these to W~Via, as a Gift. Until today, and I have seen them many times, I did nae ever think of MarKu! Deesamor had a blue sky. Many herbs grown there were blue, and so colored it, with blue deserts and blue polar regions. But, I assumed this was a Depiction of War, perhaps the fall of—but, they are Zheien—nae large Zheien colony ever fell in the War. Small ones. Many, many small ones.” Quickly, he took a bit of pink from his pocket and tucked it in Goes’ mouth. “My friend, rest.”
Slowly, he smiled, and sweat dried on him. ‘Ao took him off his feet. “My emperor. Should I report to you?”
“Nae, my son. Rest. You must have rest. Ryee, would you like him to sleep in your chamber? You must ne ever take him into this hall, or show him this! I fear for MarKu. J’hanntur is dishonest, and will ne give up his Piee Sahhrat easily.”
Another panel showed Zbbat on the commons of Ye~, with purple sands, six great arms curled about orange-skinned Zheien like us. Quickly, Mea turned away, and we went with ‘Ao to our chamber.
Cevit Ion nodded. “The Zbbat War, on Ye~. Much of Ye~ was lost, then.” Tears filled his black, black eyes.
“Eae, and my visit was nae long after it.” Ben sighed.
“Where do we go, Ry’nao? I nae understand. Which mission is it?” Goes’ brown eyes stared up at him, and nearly closed.
“My son, it is a festival, on Ye~. You need to be rested before your mission to Gowa, eae? Close your eyes, and rest.”
“But, it is nae late, is it? O, it must be late. Sleep pulls. Is it well, I sleep on my feet?”
Fa trembled as ‘Ao put him on our bed. “Ne fear for him. I gave him siar. It is an xchou herb that eases reportage, but also to take the memory of a shock. He must be undistracted for Gowa. Goe will ne remember this day, Ryee. After sleep, you must offer an explanation which helps him. He had severe mind pain. Let him think that his nesfa made him sleepy. Goe, you took nesfa, for mind pain, and fell asleep with us. Feel nae shame, my son. You were weary with mind pain. Sleep, and rest very well. Ryee, siar gives well rest, especially to one who has little. Goe cannot sleep well, for years, after an Elshar attacked him on Elshar Mashai. This Elshar struck him in the back of his head. He carried his friend Kirfa, who was unwell. With his friend in his arms, he knocked down 5 Elshars and gave manual calcs for MarKu! Pie showed me his memories, and his shock, of boarding Goes’ ship expecting to find him grieving his friend, for Kirfa did die within that year of his unwell heart. Instead, he found Kirfa mostly well, and Goes crying for fear his friend lay injured! Pie wept. Kirfa gave him nesfa, but such exertion caused him to miss regen. From that time, he had unwell sleep.”
Fa held Goes and wept.
His friend looked up. “Nae weep. Are you unwell, Ryee? Such mind pain! Rest with me.” Gently, he pulled my fa over his chest, and kept his head.
‘Ao put a hand on Goes’ head. Slowly, brown eyes looked up at him. “Remember, my son. You had mind pain, and took nesfa. Ryee invited you to his chamber. Do nae fear when you wake in Ryee’s chamber. He is your friend, and you nae concern for yesterday. You had mind pain, and you had nesfa, and slept. Before pain was severe, you attended the festival, did much trading, and sang with Healer Laura, J~oie, Ryee, and Adia.” He asked Fa to share those memories, but had him leave out my words to him also. Only his songs remained in the memory.
For two more days, we enjoyed the company of Prince Goes. I did ne say any more to him about MarKu, but begged him to carry me as we walked in festivals, or shared memories. Fae and Meae also stayed near him, and he enjoyed their company. When he had to leave, I cried in his arms. Kissed his forehead. “Vadia, I will return soon for another visit. Nae cry so! Here is your fa.” Gently, he hugged me and gave me to Fa, who also hugged him.
“Dear friend, I am happy you stayed with us these 5 days! Father Who Watches will bless your work, on Gowa.”
His brown eyes filled. “Eae, dear friend, and I pray He watches over your health, and your kingdom!”
Laura held out her arms, and he hugged her. “Be careful, Buddy.”
Goes laughed. “What means buddy?”
“Another word for friend, pal, or adopted brother! A girl can’t have too many bae, now, can she?” Her green eyes winked at Ryee.
J~oie giggled, then hugged Goes. “I am happy to be your friend, Goes. When you return, perhaps I have a tapestry for you.”
“O, I will be eager to see it! Eae yeo.” Gently, the prince rubbed J~oie’s auburn curls.
Mea also hugged him. “When you go to Jasen, be careful.”
His brown eyes opened very wide. “This will be after my next respite, nae soon. I will see home again, eae?”
“You will.” Mea felt what I felt, ea.
With great sadness, we watched our friend leave, and I clung to my fa’s neck. As he boarded his deep blue ship, and it lifted, I cried loudly.
“Vadia, ne this grief—“
“Uncle Goe ne returns to us, Fa, ne again!”

Cev sighed, and it rumbled on us. “Jasen Prov of Gowa is where slavers took him. I sent many to watch, for I knew he had danger, but when MarKu fell, so did all from MarKu, in the shock! All my diplomats heard the screams of minds, and fell. Most of Ry’nao’s operatives on Gowa were MarKuan. The ones who were nae had to try to rescue many. We lost many fine diplomats that day.”
That was the year before my family adopted former slaves. “I didn’t know, Cev. I feel bad.”
He hugged me, and so did Ben. “Molly, few on Earth knew, for Earth had nae many of MarKu but diplomats and traders. They would nae visit you without a purpose. How could you know?”
“I had to watch the news, for school. They must’ve said something about it!” I shook my head, and my red curls bounced.
Ben kissed my forehead. “Ceserae, you were young, and MarKu is in the 8th Galaxy. He is far from us, in the First. Listen.” His mind opened again. I had to give him more help this time. Telepathy wears him out fast, after all this upset. I nodded.

‘Ao shook his head. Stared at the panel with the buildings of Islay. “Rainbow is small now, and there are only 25 beds of MarKuans. I see many more buildings than just MarKu, here! Perhaps this Depiction covers many years, like the First.”
Another panel of the 5th tapestry shows Zhea~. King Marel’vanrah and Prince Ishmarel declared a huge festival even as all of Zhea~ boarded ships—

Cevit Ion gasped. “This happened yesterday!”

Ry’nao looked at the 5th tapestry again. “I am frightened also, Adia! This one looks like Ea~, and that one, like Escet Vu.” Gently, ‘Ao pulled Fa and Mea against him. “King Tomasian is very unwell. His son is expected to take the Reign when he returns from Ceaceadis. On Ea~, Hurtors Of The Slave Trade bring more slaves from invaded mines than there are healers to care for them, or foods! Slavers often wish revenge when their slaves are stolen. My diplomats ask them to transport the slaves to healer colonies. Hasait is near, and expanding. But, they recruit many who are ill to help liberate more mines. They capture more ships than they have pilots to bring them to healer colonies. Many are retaken from Ea~. The group has no organized leadership, and does not take advice from Tomasian or his Council. I fear we see this one happen soon. Escet Vu is remote, and an easy target for Piee Sahhrat. I fear—“
Another servant came quickly to us. “Lieges, a ship! Unwell come from Zhea~ to us. Many healers come also.”

“Escet Vu is very frightened now. I fear that with Zhea~ fleeing slavers, all smallcolonies will be made targets.” Cev sighed, and it rumbled on us. “We lose many Escet Vuans on Earth, and they have the most health to bear Earthan environs.”

Vadia pointed to the complicated panels of the 6th Tapestry, which showed the Gathering. Her mea’s mind spoke:
After three Gatherings, I wondered when would be the next. In the main panel, I plainly saw me with the White Cube, J~oie with the Purple Cube, ‘Ao with the Gray Cube. But, there were others in a rainbow of colors. A gray-skinned man held the Blue, with long, saber-like fingernails! The Blue Cube’s Host had a blurred appearance, perhaps like Oeket and Wslarc appeared, with ever-changing features. Another Cube had a different color on each face, and that host was like the Blue Cube’s. “What species holds the Blue, and the Cube of Many Colors?”
‘Ao tensed. “Aryllans. The gray one. Ty’nirrhans. Their features change like our Councilors, but they lost their position in the Council’s Level and are provisional. Their Councilors yet hold Cubes. These faces are not familiar to me.”
I frowned at him. “If their features change constantly, how would you know one from another, ‘Ao?”
He laughed. “To some species, we all look alike, and they can ne tell us apart! There are differences. Even in a tapestry, which has ne motion, there are differences which would identify people I knew.” His face grew tense. “After this passage of time, there is probably another Host of the Red Cube, but we can hope that the Council will not put a Cube in an Aryllan’s hand, or a Ty’nirrhan’s! They were expunged after the Council formed, and helped form the Alliance. At the beginning of the Council, Aryllans, Bisillipians, and Elshars were members. Ty’nirrhans were on the Third Level then, and had responsibility for Deesamor. Aryllans and Bisillipians experimented to try to give more sensations to Bisillipians, but their experiments destroyed Deesamor, and turned the Aryllan species violent. They feel physical pleasure from pain. Once, they were peaceful as Zheien, and well trading partners. Before their terrible change, Aryllans joined with Bisillipians and Elshars to form the Alliance. Bisillipians lost their position on the Council because they refused to give up slavery. Their Alliance allowed it, and yet allows it, centuries later. Ty’nirrhans also lost their positions, from the Third Level because of Deesamor, and previously, from the Second Level over slavery. A civilization can be advanced and savage at the same time.” His color paled to dark pink.
Ryee frowned. “How well can we trust the Council, then?”
‘Ao shook his head. “Trade is based on trust, is it ne? Councilors are a blend of many species. All must work together for trade to flourish. As the Alliance grows, as the Unified grows, the Council grows. If trade were unfair, the Council would take slaves. Slavery is forbidden on all levels above ours. Because I can know of Council trade, ne much, I can see its health. Time is slower among Council worlds, and if there was a change, it would give many signs. Sghan Mas trades on many levels besides our own. If there was trouble, Sghan Mas would know of it, and I have contact with many there who monitor, through my Diplomatic Link, which works because I hold the Gray Cube. The Gray Cube gathers information and stores it for the Council, and it is the only function I have. I cannot give Gifts as you can, Adia. I cannot heal through it, although I can send the healing an xchou can send, and draw energy from my healthy men to do this so I gain ne harm. Most of my work as Emperor, I do through the Links, and manipulation of the Links was taught me by the Council. My body was specially prepared to take many links. But, without my links, I am an ordinary man.”
Ryee laughed. “My friend, you are ne ordinary! I could ne make the well decisions you do, and so many.”
He smiled, and rubbed an eye with a fourfingered hand. “Ryee, you are my friend, and know me well. But, I have held this position long. There have been other Emperors who served in a Unified capacity, secretly, to represent us to other levels. One man cannot do what I do. Every decision I make is based on the work of my many diplomats, operatives, and even healers! My position is practice for the work of a Councilor, but the xchou have not earned the privilege, so I may remain an Elder for the rest of my life. Elders are given Gifts, but what I have is not enough to do the work of a Councilor. There is much I do ne know, Ryee. I have never helped in this work, to prepare a people to leave one Level and rise to another. I am learning, as you are, Adia. My Councilor only appears in the Gathering.”
Again, I looked at the tapestry. I did not see Wslarc, or Oeket, or other Councilors in the faded picture. Our faces did not look happy, and stared at one another, not at the others with Cubes. We were in the foreground, and others, in the shadow. Other panels showed scenes too faded to make out. One showed a woman suspended in red and white light, and she looked like me. The background was red-violet. I shuddered.
‘Ao put his arms around us. “Let us turn our minds from this. The Council does ne work in our time. Perhaps it will be years before we are Gathered again! In the crosstime, there are many to heal, and healers to train, and we will spread the New Healing as far as we can across 13 galaxies! Even with Ishah to supply us, it is many lifetimes of work, Friends. First, let us enjoy our respites. I go to Vchsan.”
Ryee frowned. “Must you work during your respite, ‘Ao?”
He laughed loudly. “I go to trade, ne to work! A DS man loves to trade, ea? Ket gave me a list of herbs he needs, but most of my trading will relax me. Our people are ne rude. I think I shall bring many flowers for my home, for your ea yho projects. Your scientists think we can grow them in the Tunnels.”
“Ea?” Ryee smiled, and his excitement tingled on me. ‘Ao briefly shared a walk in a beautiful garden, where he found several cousins sleeping in thick flowers. Carefully, he laid down beside them, and the scents of the brightly-colored flowers relaxed him for sleep. He woke as the first light of dawn colored the sky red as a rose-colored moon grew large over the horizon. The garden was on a hill, so he watched at a comfortable angle as the orange sun came up and the pink moon set. Flowers covered the ground between five log houses with intricate carvings, beautifully polished logs, and each house had a different color of flowering tree, but all the trunks glowed light blue. As the sun rose, scents from the flowers became stronger. “I will bring a variety of plants, and perhaps a hardy animal or two, before Pirasu rises again! They are easy trades in Foriru, my home. Laura would laugh, if she knew Esperanto! Foriru means, ‘go away’. But, in our language, it means flower. We have one language for trading, and many, for our families. I wish I had more left. I have sons who died in their work. My wife died when my enemies found her. I am too old, Ryee, too old to seek another wife. I am very happy you have your Adia.” Gently, he hugged us both, then went out.
Ryee watched him. Sighed. “Diplomats expect to be alone, Ay. I am happy, that we are together, and I wish all diplomats had wives or husbands to cheer them as I have you!” Gently, he held handfuls of my hair and kissed my forehead.

Others held Cubes in a rainbow of colors. Clearly now, Vadia held a White Cube. Ryee held the Redviolet Cube, as he had to fight Eriganh’s rogues! Erigan, the Master Healer of the Sixth Galaxy, stood beside them, holding an orange Cube. Young. Strong. He wore his red hair straight. Eriganh wore braids under a thin redmetal headcovering molded over his braids, a Kajarian custom of war. Both men, Host and Councilor, had gray skin and beady black eyes. But, Eriganh, who held the Red Cube of Fire, was absent; an Earthan or Elshar appearing woman held it, with a kind face, an expression that seemed timid or fearful, as if she was unsure of what she did in this place. A gray-skinned Aryllan Host held the Blue, with long, saber-like fingernails; she and he locked gazes! The Blue Cube’s Councilor had a blurred appearance, perhaps like Oeket and Wslarc appeared, with ever-changing features. Another Cube had a different color on each face, and that Ty’nirrhan host was like the Blue Cube’s. His name whispered to me. Rentappenen. And, at his side, I saw little W’Vie. That sight took breath from me! Rentappenen held out a terminal to Opseh Wenh Cet, Greg’s father, the slaver. The woman with the Red Cube held a hand towards W’Vie, as if to beckon him to come with her instead. White light glowed in W’Vie’s hands, and he frowned at Rentappenen. Clearly, W~Via stood in formals as Ryee wears when we speak to our people, behind Ryee, with both hands tenderly on the back of his head! Ryee looked exhausted, perhaps near collapse, and the white light of healing illuminated his head where the young man’s hands rested. Sudden peace came to me in the last dream. Ryee worried for the amount of silver in his hair. Even now, not as much as showed on him in this tapestry. Must we have more trials?
Then, I looked carefully at the 7th tapestry. Sad refugees came off ships onto a world with fountains that had bathing sand, and healers for every person, who tenderly cared for them. The 8th had white sand, colorful groups of buildings, and again, healers to take sad-looking people off them and care for them. There to greet them, the king who declared the festival on Zhea~ in the 4th tapestry! No, he is the prince, for the king stands at his side, and both cry. Many familiar faces show to me in this now.
Panels of that 8th tapestry had scenes of cloning, Burial Chambers, and Hubs, the huge servers that give tech to worlds. Again, I see familiar faces.
And then, I remembered something Vadia told me, in a festival. W’Vie learned to bounce on his toes, and I put thoughts of the tapestries aside, and she spoke. Vadia hugged me. “Mea, you will hold W~Via, and he will be King. W’Vie will be a great healer! Our trials will ne stop us, Mea. The Change brings happiness to many besides our people. What is taken will be restored. MarKu rises again, and many other kingdoms.”
I did hold W~Via as I bathed my son in the sands, and he will be King!
I startled awake, and W~Via, my weary son, laid with his head in my arms!
Laura smiled. “I made him lie down, and he didn’t rest until I put his head on you. Sorry to startle you—“
Gently, I stroked the dark curls. “Oh, Laura, I am happy, to hold my son! Vadia said I would hold my son, and here, in my arms, is my dear son!” Tears of joy left much powder on my cheeks.
“Vadia did say that, didn’t she?” Laura laughed.
Father came near, and I shared the memory. He and Mother enjoyed it, and held my son’s hands, as he peacefully slept.

But, then, I looked at the 6th Tapestry, with a small panel which showed the Councilors of Gh’osstlee. Rej, Uon, and the rest had blurred faces, not the unchanging ones of the false Council. The same scene shared with me by those here on Columbia. My eyes were drawn to the other panel, where they held Cubes. Rentappenen, and his Cube of Many Colors. That Ty’nirrhan host was like the Blue Cube’s. Rentappenen. And, at his side, little W’Vie, as he appears now. Rentappenen held out a terminal to Opseh Wenh Cet, Greg’s father, the slaver. The woman with the Red Cube held a hand towards W’Vie, as if to beckon him to come with her instead. White light glowed in W’Vie’s hands, and he frowned at Rentappenen. White connected him to W~Via, and Rentappenen was not looking towards it. Clearly, W~Via stood in formals behind Ryee, with both hands tenderly on the back of his silvercurled head! Ryee looked exhausted, perhaps near collapse, and the white light of healing illuminated his head where the young man’s hands rested. Sudden peace came to me again, as in the last dreams. Ryee had more silver now, but, not as much as showed on him in this tapestry. Behind us all was the rocky wall of a mine! In our group, I recognized many, including Marc and Cornelia, Martel, Koh, Petro, Healer Petro, their wives, Luc’vel, Maura, and Belle, our newest members.
I looked carefully at the 7th tapestry. Sad refugees came off ships onto a world with fountains that had bathing sand, and healers for every person, who tenderly cared for them. Many faces looked familiar, this time. Is this the world Sghan Mas prepared for us, to hide us? The purple sky looked familiar, the two moons, and orange sand all around. As if a mixture of Zhea~ and Ye~.

Then, Vadia pointed to the 8th: A view of ships landing on white sand, with many colorful groups of buildings. One panel showed a green obsidian chamber with beds of clones and people lying on top of them.

Cevit Ion gasped. “Recloning? Here? Do you know of such a chamber, Binneas?”
“Please, call me Bin, as my friend. Cev, there are tunnels, and—“ His mind opened again. The 8th tapestry showed Rainbow, with a lot more subcolonies, and they had buildings from home. Ben’s head nodded, and I caught it. His meds cycled.
The Emperor cried.
“He’s okay. Ben, go to sleep, cesarae. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I kissed my husband’s forehead, and his yellow eyes closed.
Cev held his head against his chest. “I traded for safety for Zhea~. But, I nae saw the world. The 7th tapestry shows that some of Zhea~ is there, and Ye~ will come there also. Did you see Ry’nao, Friends? Ryonne~, and Adia, and King Marel’vanrah, and Prince Ishmarel, they will be safe, and have many healers.” His eyes closed.
Everyone on the bed slept except for me. I thought about all this and didn’t know what to think! I’m just a healer, and I can’t comprehend all these prophecies and things. Other people will do what they will do, and I can’t affect it or change it or bring it about. All I can do is heal people.
But, I thought about that 8th tapestry. That’s here. That’s our future, if all the tapestries are going to come true. We’ll find the lost royalty of MarKu! Prince Goes will be king! Pie’s already here, and Jog Sa. But, what’s recloning? I waved up Req, with a prog to keep it quiet around all these sleeping bodies! “Req, are there any labs in the Tunnels?”

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