and Campuria gazed deeply into the brilliant sky. Saturn's rings glowed
brightly, their icy fingers stretching out into the endless black sea. Dione
arced from Saturn's rim and spun around her orbit. Countless other moons
glistened in the newfound light of SOL. The clouds then began to gather,
obstructing the couple's view.
wind blew listlessly across the island. The tiny grass shack which temporary
housed Campuria shook with each gust. Iffley pulled the covers around
Campuria's neck and prepared to close the door-cover. However, he noticed the
hurrying figure of Fizzbin, the law-giver. She darted into the tiny nut and
greeted her guests.
do you feel, Campuria." Campuria gave her a weak smile. Then her
countenance turned downcast. "My little-ones, Feldi and Fewo. Missing are
they. You have seen them, yes?"
grimmaced at the nickname he once used to taunt Adena. He was still not able
to completely cover his loss, and, Campuria, with her uncanny empathy, noted
his recognition. Soon, she would not have to play second fiddle to Adena;
soon, she would win Iffley completely to herself. Her next move would capture
her King's heart--but as of yet, she was only simply a pawn.
spoke with great concern, "Have you been searching long? I saw them at
the bubble-fountain four Janus-cycles ago." He used the native
chronological measurements. Fizzbin duly thanked the couple to continue her
search for her little-ones.
* * * * *
room suddenly grew quite warm. An intense heat filled the entire chamber. The
steaming mass shaped into Sterling, a scowl on his face. The Shard pulsed in
his grip, radiant energy surrounding the crystal, "Thou hast lied to
me!" Sterling accused Iffley, "Thou said the danger was
sensing the belligerence in Sterling's voice calmly said, "The danger has
past. Do you now feel threatened?"
stopped mid-sentence, his mouth agape. He then shook his head slowly. His
voice dropped to a whisper, "I don't understand. I remember my
mother...she came once to visit me. She said she would come for me once the
threat was gone. She said that she loved me!" His words were lost in a
blubber of tears.
spoke softly, "There must be some reason for your mother's delinquence.
Use the Shard and seek out the truth."
acquiesced. The Shard clouded in his grip, searching out his deepest thoughts.
It probed the deepest reaches of his mind and entered the activation mode:
Wisdym wept at her
husband's feet. Her pleads fell on deaf ears as Ozino ordered her away. Aven
was there to comfort her. As the pair left, Ozino grew angry. They had not
discovered his Punishment, but eventually they would learn his secret. With
the help of the other Wizards, he had devised a punishment befitting Aven: a
punishment that would affect not only him, but also his descendants.
Aven's death, Ozino blocked all the power and prevented its entry into the
Note. The Note, at its rediscovery, was simply a farce. The real power of the
Note lie in the Wizards. It was an easy scam: the other Wizards were only too
willing to help. Despite Blue's continual use of the 'Key', he never
discovered its actual power. Ozino served the instrument transformation.
Phumos offered her service during the far-sensing. Each Wizard, in turn,
disguised the Note's lack of response by giving it a small, transient power of
its own. Ozino had, in fact, made fools of all the Ledics. He smiled
evilishly. Aven would eventually pay for his insolence...
gasped as he sensed Ozino's vendetta. A scowl once again crossed his face,
"Who is this Blue person? and why have I not been told of him before. It
seems that my father likes him better." His eyes reflected jealousy as he
waited for his answer.
explained Blue's appearance and connection to Adena. Upon the explanation,
Sterling laughed at Blue, for not realizing his useless 'Harmonica.'
wondered about Blue. He, a pawn, too? Surely someone was controlling these
moves. Someone must be moving toward the object of the game. They were all
pawns--but pawns to whom?
is the answer to my question. I now know of the Act and of the Punishment. My
question, however, is still a question." Sterling looked inquisitively at
spoke, "I think not. You wanted to know why your mother did not return
for you. The answer is obvious. She was afraid that you would jeopardize her
happiness. What would more harm her relationship with Aven than a son that she
never wanted. Why do you think that she left you here on Titan?" He
paused as he saw the hatred welling within Sterling's eyes. "But, we can
safely assume that Wisdym tried to reach you, Aven probably stopping her. Your
mother, you see, is essentially a very kind woman. It was Aven that
manipulated her, destroyed her, and ruined her life. It is Aven that should
pay for your grief, not your mother!"
now completely under the spell of Iffley's voice vanished in a burst of
energy. Iffley was sure of his destination. The denouement, however, he could
thoughts were interrupted as Fizzbin rushed into the hut. She was frantic,
"Me you must help! The Little-ones missing are still! Coming is the Dark
Time! Hurry we must!"
nodded and concentrated on the Little-ones. He raised the Sceptre and his
surroundings changed. He and Fizzbin appeared on the edge of a cliff. Below
them, Feldi and his sister, Fewo, huddled against the rock wall on a tiny
ledge. He waved the Sceptre, changing the grass into a long rope. He then
lowered the rope down to the children. The rope, having been secured with a
rock, Iffley climbed down it and rescued the Little-ones. He climbed up the
rope and set the kids down. The children ran up the slope into the awaiting
arms of their mother. He then teleported them back into the grass shack.
he repaired the damage he had done in the rescue. The Ledics would receive his
punishment for destroying his life. They would pay for harming his love. He
wished Jonathon were here, he would be able to think more clearly. His
thoughts returned to Campuria again as he teleported to Opgirg.
gracious Law-giver, after hugging--and then spanking--her Little-ones, bid her
guests farewell as they departed for their short journey to
* * * * *
shuttle zipped across the ocean's whitecaps and soared through Accardi, the
location of Yorkshire. In Yorkshire's underground hanger, the shuttle landed
near smiliar craft. Iffley and Campuria then exited the shuttle and
transported to the Sardonyx Room, the Control Center of the Alarius Space
Sardonyx Room was one filled with enormous technical wizardry. Several large
computers occupied a vast amount of the floor space, while others hung
attached to the walls. Tracking devices and scanners were operated by
graduates from the Alarius Space Academy. The floor, covered in Sardonyx, gave
the room its name.
the occupant of the first shuttle, greeted them and reported on the Fleet's
Devonshire and the Enchantress are in complete readiness. The
Yorkshire, the Paladin, and the Pegasus are almost
completed. The Scimitar, the Cutlass, the Sickle, and the
Rapier are orbiting Titan as per your orders. The Spectre and
the Cavalier are orbiting Dione, awaiting final orders. The Captain of
the Altair reports excessive buildup of Taft's forces. He suggests
immediate revisals. I would recommend the Ceres forces to rendezvous here at
Meric, I agree. Inform the Altair to continue on their mission. Good
work, Mr. Tartre. The makings for a large-scale war are present. The piece are
set; the pawns have moved. We hope to be the victors. If not, let us hope for
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