Siksa is rich with a beautiful, dark blue crystal called ensai, that glows softly in the dark.
On land, the greatest concentration of the stone is in Bizra territory, under the meadows where the Bizra lived for centuries.
In the ocean, the most visible deposit of ensai is found in three undersea mountain ranges.
But the largest mass of the crystal is a great disk, hidden seven feet below the deepest part of the sea floor, extending for a thousand miles in all directions.
The disk generates an energy field in the shape of a sphere.… Read more
The yellow message light flashes slowly in Shazira’s room.
It’s two inches wide, and is surrounded with a white circle that blinks rapidly on and off.
The circle indicates a secure message, and the rapid blinking means that it’s urgent.
The caller’s location and identity are unspecified, but who else could it be?
Shazira enters the family code, loads the encryption algorithm, and waits a moment for the wall to glow.
Tzina’s image appears, standing next to a black beast that holds her arm.
She’s wearing strange clothes and holding a Kizak blaster.
“You’re alive!” cries Shazira.
“It’s … Read more
I wake Shazira and the children, hours before first sun, to begin the trip home.
The building is quiet, except for a few guards who greet us as we move through the halls.
Makish and Chiwan will stay here, for now, to watch over the sisters.
The outer doorway is sealed when we reach it.
“Open it,” I tell the guard.
“Tshuan is covered with a powerful storm,” he says.
“You’ll need to delay your journey.”
“Thanks for your concern,” I tell him, “but the storm won’t stop us.”
When the doorway opens, I surround us with a … Read more
Shields and Mirrors
The old Krale are gone, but will new ones be born tomorrow?
I rise again to the top of the dome, and look at the scene below with energy eyes.
A silver energy shell spins around each Bizra.
The shell is made of twelve silver disks, that move independently.
These are the shields that protect the Bizra against feelings of cruelty.
Thoughts and dreams of cruelty hide still within the Bizra.
Have these dreams all come from the energy master who became Bizra, so long ago.
To blame all this on the one master is … Read more
The Dome of Dreams
I turn, and leap into the darkness.
Night whispers to me, and challenges me to stay awake.
I run into the meadow, and fly in a spiral, five hundred feet high.
The meadow below me extends for miles, and sleeping Bizra fill the meadow.
There are thousands, or millions of Bizra.
My eyes see clearly in the darkness.
The sleeping Bizra have a gentle glow, and a cloud of moving images, ten feet high, hovers over each one.
To my energy eyes, each cloud is a cluster of energy, floating on the great web.
Sparkling … Read more
The Bizra move away from us in a great synchronized wave, like a wind moving a field of flowers.
They leave the sand behind, going deep into the meadow.
“How do we heal their nightmares?” asks Shazira.
“We can’t,” says Ehraval, behind us.
“The Bizra hearts and minds are sealed tightly within energy shields.”
We turn to see him visible again, in the form of the boy with dark eyes.
“They have powerful, sensitive hearts, full of compassion, and find find violence unthinkable.”
“They can’t imagine life among us, without their shields.”
“They’ve worn those shields since … Read more
Shortly before sunrise, light seeps across the horizon, and I awake to a soft scurrying sound.
Shazira is on watch, somewhere along the beach, out of sight.
The rest of the circle is sleeping, everyone but Ehraval, who doesn’t sleep.
I stand up in alarm, and Shazira comes near.
The sand around us is covered with dozens of small creatures that crawled out of the sea.
They look something like seals, but they’re ten inches long.
My concern vanishes when I read the gentle emotions that fill them.
“Don’t harm them, Shazira,” I tell her.
“They’re peaceful… Read more
The Kishla are strange creatures, caught between the physical and energy worlds.
Their eyes see well in day or night, and their vision is always half-focused on the energy web.
Time feels different to us while we wear this form.
The waves seem endless on the ocean beneath us, as we fly.
Hours pass, but none of us grow tired, not even Tzina.
The muscles and wings move, again, and again, without thought.
An energy limb within us, takes hold of the great web, and pulls us along.
Balshown takes the lead, and guides us where to fly.… Read more
A Call for Help
The tower is quiet without Shazira.
She sits most of the day at her parent’s house, holding Tzina’s hand, and wonders where hope has gone.
Tzina slips toward death, already empty, her spirit gone.
Shazira’s parents are silent around me.
They disliked the old Yagrin, and they like me even less.
No time now to change that.
Many healers have already come, but I call for more.
“Why, Yagrin?” asks Shazira.
“What can any healer do?”
“They can prolong Tzina’s life,” I tell her.
“Her spirit is already dead!” shouts Shazira.
“Who cares about the … Read more
I’m frozen, as I stare at the red eyes of the approaching Krale, a vicious expression on its hard stone face.
This time, facing the Krale, Berek finds his voice, and screams an inhuman scream.
The sound wakes me from my fear and paralysis.
I feel a storm inside me, wild energy flashing within me like lightning, but it can’t get out.
I’m holding it back.
I’ve always held back the storm.
It’s never been safe to let it go free.
Everything would change.
I have to protect Berek, so I let go, and stop resisting the power … Read more