Awakening

 
Cocoon
“Another way?” asks Dilasa in tears.
“We came here to kill the Spiral.”

“The Spiral we knew is dead, Dilasa.”
“The group mind is shattered, and the energy gone.”

“I want the spirits dead, Yagrin.”
“They killed my parents.”

“The runaway star spirits that formed the Spiral are too weak to join together again.”
“Some have died.”
“And the rest are too weak to survive on their own.”

“The spirits are dying?”

“Yes, Dilasa.”

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Death Cry

 
The Hidden Path
Dilasa and I walk barefoot on the hot golden sand of Gunal’s beaches.
The air is warm, but not opressive.

I love the sea.
And I watch the birds dance between land and sea, loving both.

One bird somehow reminds me of a seagull, though it looks and sounds different.
I can almost pretend that I’m walking again on Earth.

This world is so beautiful.
It’s hard to remember the desolate place that it once was.

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Oceans of Fire and Light

 
A Good Death
Dilasa and I walk again on Sinesu.
Among shattered, blood-stained pieces of Sindar’s monument.

Nearby, one of the large, automated weapons sits, quiet and dark.

Wisten is dead and the monument gone.
That much of the vision is true.

But the world has changed.
The town survived with little damage.

And we have weapons now against the hunters.

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First Sting

 
Weapons
Shazira sits next to me as the ship returns to Siksa.
We’re quiet, and our spirits rest, together.

Dilasa sits on the other side of Shazira, and looks troubled.
She turns toward me, and I sense her mind touch, and her fear.

“How do we stop the Spiral, ina?”
“Don’t you need a plan?”

I have no plan, and no words to answer her yet.
I gently squeeze Dilasa’s small hand, and touch her hand to my cheek.
And look at her.

Shazira feels Dilasa’s fear, and looks at my calm eyes.

Then she takes Dilasa’s hand, and mine, and presses them to her heart.
When she lets go, we are all calm.
And I know what to say.

“I have ideas, little one, not a plan.”

“But there is a way.”
“It’s waiting for us.”
“It just seems out of reach.”

“Help me let go and listen, and the answer will come.”

I pull her onto my lap, and wrap my arms around her.
In the silence and the love, something will grow.

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Star Shadow

 
Starmap
A starship rests on the sand, a hundred yards from the inland sea.
It’s Mayla’s newest design, carrying a next generation star drive.
And the ship is incredibly beautiful.

Mayla is an artificial intelligence, but her creations grab your attention and hold it.
Everything she designs has a touch of elegance and beauty.

I ask her why she wants us to launch from the beach.

I know this ship can take off from any surface without damage to the ship or the environment.
But why a beach?

Mayla won’t give me a straight answer.
But I think the answer is simple.

The ship will never look so beautiful as when it rises from the beach, and glides over a stretch of sea, before rising toward an opening in the city’s dome.

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Star Voice

 
Away
Shazira is furious.
“You’re leaving?”

I repeat what Mayla told us, and I try to explain.
BUt she continues to yell at me.

Tzina and Dilasa come to our room, and are surprised by the yelling when I open the door shield.
Shazira stops yelling, when she sees them.

“What’s wrong?” asks Dilasa quietly.

“Visions!” answers Shazira.

“What visions?” asks Tzina.

Shazira is silent.
She doesn’t want to speak to the children while she is so angry at me.

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Visions of Play

 
Story
Music fills an open plaza near one of the river bridges.
And bright spheres of colored ice dance in the air, fifty feet above the bridge.

It’s warm in the city, but Mayla spins cool breezes around us to mirror the ice above.

There are crystal tables in the plaza arranged in a small circle.
The tables are set with food and drink, and we sit and watch and listen.
And eat.

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