Tomorrow's Yet to Come ~ epilogue ~ 11/4/04 - COMPLETE

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Aug 10, 2004 9:02 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>No, because I know you are the one I belong with. I fought it for so long. I didn’t want to let myself get close to anyone. But you kept right on pushing yourself into my life. And I’m glad, Alex. So very, very glad, because I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend my life with.”<hr></blockquote> awe, that's just sweet! <blockquote>Quote:<hr>The Royal Keeper of the garbage dump would like to know if you would join him for the midday meal?”<hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“That’s because it’s not that fewer and fewer healers are being born, it’s that the ones that are, are being killed by Kivar.” “What!” came the exited reply from around the table. “Why?” “Most of the true healers, that is, people who have the ability to heal any and all injuries and illnesses have an almost direct connection to the royal lineage. Kivar wants to destroy anybody with a connection to the royal family.”<hr></blockquote> that is so not good. Not good at all. And I LOVED how Izzy went all off on Zan and tore him a new one. His reaction was great too <blockquote>Quote:<hr>Zan just looked at her, shocked that she would talk to him that way. It wasn’t something Lonnie had ever done, but then again, Lonnie had tried to kill him. At least Isabel was trying to save him.<hr></blockquote> I guess this means they are accepting him as one of them, bad attitude and all. Great update, please post more again soon.

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Aug 10, 2004 11:06 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Twenty – Nine – Clandestine Meetings “Every good school should have an eraser room of some type,” grumbled Maria. “I don’t care what galaxy it’s in. Che’koth promised us a place where we could get together. I wish he’d hurry up and come through with it.” “I don’t think he had that in mind when he suggested a meeting place, Maria,” Ava said with a grin. “That is so not what I meant, and you know it,” said Maria. “I meant just a place to get together where we could be us, and not have to watch every single thing we say and do. It’s hard. I mean, we’re together in classes every day, but even then, we still have to watch every single thing we say.” “Life’s about to get a bit harder,” Ava reminded her. “We have Jara Kobodi’s class again.” “Oh,” moaned Maria. “Don’t remind me. Fine, let’s go.” She grabbed the pouch, which contained her last remaining penicillin tablet, and followed Ava out of her sleeping quarters into the hallway. “Do you think this is what dorm rooms in our colleges are like?” asked Maria. “N’ah,” said Ava. “Me and Zan crashed at one of the dorms at NYU one time when he was pissed with Lonnie and Rath. They were way bigger than these. And they had way more personality if you can believe it. These rooms are horrible, a little cot, and a closet for your stuff. And all the rules about not leaving personal belongings out, and not decorating the rooms is weird. I mean that dorm room we used was filled with junk.” “Why are you two girls talking in the halls,” demanded an imperious voice behind them. “As students of the Training Academy, you should be aware that the rules prohibit talking in the halls between classes. It is a disturbance to the more serious minded students.” Maria and Ava turned around, expecting to see Jara Kobodi, and were shocked to find Liz’s primary instructor Plash Nevenia standing behind them. “I can well see why Jara Kobodi finds you to be such a poor representation of her program. You will, I think, have to perform some sort of service, as a punishment.” She took a folded piece of paper from her pocket and passed it to Ava. “You will follow these directions exactly,” she said. “Do you understand?” “Ah, yeah,” said Maria, grabbing Ava’s arm and pulling her away from Plash Nevenia. “Whatever you say. We’re going to be late. Please excuse us.” “That was above peculiar,” said Maria. “What’s on the paper?” Ava unfolded it and read it carefully, then passed it to Maria. Maria stared uncomprehendingly at the paper for several moments before the meaning finally sank in. “Hot damn!” she said. Liz sat at the lab table, studying the sample under the Antarian equivalent of a microscope. It was far more powerful than anything she had ever seen at home. She removed the slide, and slipped in another one, this one containing a sample of her blood. Carefully, she added a drop of a chemical compound she had been working on, to the slide, and the chemical attacked her blood cells, completely eradicating them. She meticulously noted her findings, on the log sheet and continued to study. She removed the slide, and put another one under the viewer. This one contained both a sample of her blood, and a classmate’s blood. She added a drop of the chemical compound to the slide, and watched through the view piece as the chemicals attacked only her blood cells. Again she noted her findings on the log sheet, then waved her hand over them, and watched as the writing disappeared completely. A quick glance at the time piece on the wall revealed that she had only minutes to clean up before she had to go to class. Today was her afternoon session with Maria and Ava, and she wanted to get a sample of their blood to confirm her findings. Liz ran down the hall, and slipped into her seat just before the instructors entered the classroom. Jara Kobodi walked in as if the entire room was subservient to her. Plash Nevenia followed behind her, shooting daggers of hatred with her eyes. “Good afternoon students,” said Plash Nevenia. “Today, I would like you to,” “Today, they will continue what they were working on yesterday,” interrupted Jara Kobodi. “Their findings were totally useless. I am highly disappointed in their performance. I expect far greater things from them today. Is that clear,” she addressed her final comment to the class. “You had any luck on the penicillin front?” Maria asked Liz “Because I would give anything to wipe that supercilious smirk off of her face.” “Maria,” laughed Liz. “I didn’t even know you knew what supercilious meant. And yes, I did make some headway on it. I worked on it all last night.” “Oh Chica, I’m sorry, you must be exhausted,” said Maria. “No, actually it was kind of exhilarating,” said Liz. “And lately, I’ve been finding I don’t need as much sleep as I used to.” “Okay, then, what’s our next step?” asked Ava. “I feel so useless, I haven’t done anything helpful yet.” “Ava, don’t talk like that,” said Maria. “You were the one who found almost all of the plant life Liz needed to do whatever it was she did.” “You’re right though,” Liz said to Ava. “We need to find a way to explain what we’ve found, and why we put it together the way we did.” “Cool it,” whispered Maria. “The evil on herself is on her way.” She motioned with her head toward Jara Kobodi, who was walking around the classroom. Liz looked around and shot a pleading glance at Plash Nevenia, and was rewarded when she Plash Nevenia darted around Jara Kobodi and came to their table. “Yes, Lan, how are things progressing here?” she asked. “Oh we are making some progress, Plash,” said Liz. ”Let me look,” said the instructor. She peered into the microscope and focused on the sample on the slide. “This is interesting, very interesting. What is its purpose?” “It’s a compound to eradicate infection,” said Maria. “We’ve utilized several natural substances that Atara suggested.” “No, most of the plants were suggested by Mira,” said Ava. “She’s very, very knowledgeable. “Keep up the good work, girls, I think you are on to something here,” Plash Nevenia said in an undertone. “What foolish things are these three wasting their time on?” inquired Jara Kobodi, shoving her way past Plash Nevenia. “Nothing, they’ve found nothing, I was just about to take them to task for their shoddy work, Jara Kobodi,” said Plash. “I would expect no more from these two,” said Kobodi, pointing at Maria and Ava. “They are worse than useless.” She turned from the table, her disgust evident, and crossed the classroom and walked out the door. “I’m sorry, girls,” Plash said softly. “I had to do that.” She moved on to the next table, leaving Liz, Ava and Maria to sit in silence. Ava glanced around the room, and saw that the other students all avoided looking in their direction. She took the opportunity to pass the message she and Maria had received earlier, to Liz. Liz quickly read the note, and stuffed it into her pocket. “How can we get it to the others?” Maria asked. “We never see them.” “Um, well, I can get it to Alex,” said Liz. “If he can get it to Isabel, she can give it to Zan and Max, and they can tell Michael and Kyle. God, this is worse than junior high!” “I do not want to wait until the next market thingy before we get to tell them,” said Maria. “There has got to be some way to be certain that Alex can get this to Isabel.” “Maybe there’s another way,” said Ava. “Liz, quick, make a copy of the note and give it to me. I have an idea.” Liz quickly copied the note and gave Ava the original. Ava raised her hand and called to the instructor. “Excuse me, Plash Nevenia,” she whispered softly. “I received an urgent message from my family today, and I need to get it to my brother. Is there any way I can do this?” “Certainly,” said the instructor. “Do you know where his living quarters are located?” “Yes, ma’am, he’s in the warrior training section,” said Ava. “Then I suggest you go quickly, and slip the message under his door. Make haste and do not get caught.” Ava muttered a quick thank you and scampered out of the classroom. She looked up and down the hall, then walked swiftly to the Training Academy living quarters. She crept silently up the stairs and quickly located Michael’s room. Ava looked up and down the hall once more to make sure she was unobserved then slid the note under the door. She turned and started back down the hallway. She reached the stairs, and screamed as she felt a hand come crashing down on her shoulder. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/11/04 10:24 am

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 11:48 am

Why do you always stop when something bad happens, I can't stand the suspence!!<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/pout.gif ALT=":pout"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono">

Post by **splatty** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 4:41 pm

OK, that is a terribly evil place to stop! You come back right this minute and fix it! <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 4:43 pm

You stinker!!!! Please don't let it be something bad!!!! Come back..oh wait..we don't have to beg..you are an updating machine!! :grin

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Aug 11, 2004 11:50 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Thirty –   “She should be back by now,” Liz whispered to Maria. “You think I don’t know that?” Maria whispered back. “Something must have gone wrong. We need to go find her.” “No we don’t,” whispered Liz. “Look.” She nodded her head in the direction of the door, and Maria turned around to see Ava standing in the doorway, a triumphant smile playing around her mouth. “Sorry I took so long,” she said, quietly. “I ran into someone. Don’t worry; everything is fine. I’ll tell you about it later on.” She stopped talking when Jara Kobodi entered the room. “Natural healers, you will come with me,” she commanded imperiously.” “Wait!” Liz whispered. “I need a sample of your blood.” She slipped two vials out of her pouch, and quickly filled them with samples of Maria and Ava’s blood. “I’m so glad Isabel taught me that trick,” she murmured, thinking back to the time they substituted Alex’s blood for Max’s. “Thanks a lot, Vampira,” Maria said. Liz watched as her two friends followed the rest of the natural healers out of the room. She turned her attention to what Plash Nevenia was saying, but she couldn’t focus. Her mind kept wandering between her findings in her experiments, Ava’s cryptic comments, and the hatred, which emanated off of Jara Kobodi whenever she was around Maria and Ava. She’d never seen any teacher hate a student as much, not even Michael when he deigned to show up for classes. “You are dismissed Elandria,” Plash Nevenia said, standing in front of her. Liz shook her head, and focused on the now empty classroom. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I was thinking about something.” “Yes, that is obvious,” said the instructor. “If you have a moment, I’d like to discuss the compound you and your co-workers created. What is its purpose?” “Um, to eradicate infection,” said Liz. “I just need to find some infected cells to test it on.” “Excellent,” said the instructor. “You are excused from the rest of your classes. You are to go to this address,” she wrote something down on a slip of paper. They will have everything that you need. Go, now, quickly, but be back in time for the evening meal. Bring your purchases to class tomorrow, and you can begin your tests.” “Thank you,” said Liz. She quickly gathered her belongings and exited the classroom. She was very wary of Plash Nevenia. Experience had taught her that there were very few people on their side, and the fewer people they trusted, the better. Liz ran up to her living quarters, and deposited her school things, and ran back down stairs. She slipped out a side door, and began to walk away from the Training Academy. Seeing the city on market day had been like seeing a carnival, but seeing it like this was even more exciting. The market place was less crowded, and Liz was able to engage in people watching. Everywhere she looked, she saw Antarians going about their business, but none of them were happy. There was a solemn feeling in the market place that she couldn’t begin to explain. Liz paused before the restaurant where they had found Che’koth the first time they went into town, but she did not see him anywhere. She sighed, but continued on her way. A little bit of company would have been nice, but she wasn’t going to let a lack of it ruin her day. A crowd of people rushed past her, and Liz jumped out of the way to avoid being trampled. She stood to one side as more and more people began to rush down the street to the markets center. She continued walking down the winding street until it opened up to the giant market center. There, a large crowd gathered, listening to a man standing on a platform, making a speech. “We must overthrow the tyrannical ropes that bind us!” screamed the man. We must free ourselves of the oppressor who has overthrown the one true king, Zan. Brothers, stand with me and fight for freedom. Fight for King Zan!” The crowd took up his cry, and soon the market entered with the roar of the crowd. “Fight for King Zan! Fight for King Zan!” Liz tried to extricate herself from the chanting crowd, but found herself hemmed in on all sides. She fought harder as the chants turned to screams of pain. She looked toward the platform, and saw the man being dragged down by the Aberjani. She watched in horror as they began to beat him, and yet he still called out to the crowd to fight for King Zan, with his last breath. “Let me out of here,” she cried as she tried to push her way through the throng of stampeding people. She was just about to break through the crowd, when a hand reached out and grabbed her arm. “Not so fast, rebel,” crowed the Aberjani who had captured her. “You will join the other rebel scum we have captured to go on trial for treason against Lord Kivar.” “I am not a rebel, you simple minded idiot,” shouted Liz as she struggled to break free from his grasp. “I got caught in the crowd. Now let me go.” “Coward,” said the Aberjani. “You are willing to speak out against Kivar when you are but one of the faceless crowd, but how quickly you throw down your beliefs when you are confronted. “I said let me go,” said Liz. She twisted her body so that she was facing her captor, and, using her free hand, grabbed the back of the hand, which held her arm. She applied pressure to the back of the hand the way Sheriff Valenti had shown her, and twisted his wrist, causing the Aberjani to drop to his knees in agony. “What have we here?” said a loud voice behind her. “One of the rebel scum has brought one of my Aberjani to his knees?” “If you please, Sir,” said Liz. “I am not a rebel. My instructor sent me to the market place to get some materials I will need for a project tomorrow. I got caught up in the crowd. I tried to free myself from the mob, but there were too many of them. See, I have a note from my instructor, telling me where to go, and what to purchase.” She passed the man the note given to her by Plash Nevenia, and held her breath. The man took the note and read it. He looked at Liz, and at the Aberjani who was still on his knees. “What did you do to my soldier?” he asked. “I’m sorry, sir, but he was hurting me, and he wouldn’t listen. I tried to explain to him, really I did. But he wouldn’t let me go, and I just reacted or something, and he ended up on the ground.” “Do you know who I am, little girl?” asked the man. Liz shook her head, and caught her lower lip between her teeth. “I am General Kobodi, head of the Aberjani, and second in command to Lord Kivar, and you, little girl, have shamed one of my warriors. I want to know how you did it!” “Give me your hand,” Liz commanded. “What?” said the aghast Kobodi. He was the general. Who was this mere snip of a girl giving him orders? “You said you wanted to know what I did, well, give my your hand, and I’ll show you,” said Liz. She waited impatiently for a second, then reached out and grabbed the general’s hand, pressed her thumb into the pressure point on the back of his wrist and twisted his arm just enough to cause him some pain. She was smart enough to realize this was one person she didn’t want to bring to his knees. She relaxed the pressure on his hand, and stepped back and waited. “Hmm, that’s very interesting,” blustered Kobodi. He glanced at the note he had taken from Liz earlier and shoved it back into her hand. “Fine, be on your way,” he said. “And I advise you to chose your path more carefully next time. You!” he shouted at the Aberjani that Liz had incapacitated. “You are to punished. You let that mere slip of a girl do this to you. You who are supposed to be the pride of the Antarian army!” “Please General Kobodi, you don’t understand,” pleaded the other man. “Silence, I grow weary of the sound of your voice!” shouted the General. He released a bolt of energy in the direction of the man. He screamed in pain. The screams intensified as the general released another bolt in his direction. Liz stood transfixed in horror at the sight before common sense forced her to turn and run. She ran as if the hounds of hell were chasing her, straight into the arms of Che’koth. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

MagickFantasy86 · Post by **MagickFantasy86** » Thu Aug 12, 2004 1:39 am

Tracie, you are amazing. How in the world do you get these up so quickly? I have to agree with some of the other readers though, I would love to know what's going on with the parents, how they're taking everything. But oh my goodness, the Pod Squad is really in the belly of the whale or lion or whatever the saying is. I really hope Liz, Ava and Maria can trust this Plash Nevenia person. She seems to be on their side, but when it cpmes to your fics, you can never be certain. Anyway, I cannot wait for the next chapter. You are so brilliant. Alex<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

Post by **splatty** » Thu Aug 12, 2004 11:48 am

Tracie, Loved the update. Love kick ass Liz. As for the parents, eh, screw em. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I want to see Kivar suffer! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/boldyellow.gif ALT=":yellow"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Thu Aug 12, 2004 3:08 pm

I am so glad that Liz did not use her powere against the solidier. That Kabodi is a real Ka-pain in the <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/censored.gif ALT=":censored"> . I want to see him writhe in true pain, he and Kivar. As far as the parents....they'll be ok, I want more Pod sqaud!! :grin

Post by **Ti88** » Thu Aug 12, 2004 10:19 pm

tracie. wow. tough liz. smart girl. i love this part. when are killing the queen mum. so there are some followers of zan/max who haven't been brain washed. do they have plantium on too or do they have that funky michael thing going on. can't wait for more. i agree you never know which way your fics are going. but i hope that l;ady is on their side. so when are we going to see the pod squad secret scooby meeting The Techie Connection Roselle "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy <center><img src="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious/gr ... r>Which Roswell Girl Are You? Find out @ <a href="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious" target=new>Oblivious</a></center>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sat Aug 14, 2004 12:03 am

um, Majik, where's my update? <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sun Aug 15, 2004 3:28 am

Wow! Do you ever sleep, Tracie? How many chapters was that I just read? I agree with whoever it was that said you've become a posting maniac! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I don't know how you do it! Okay, so Liz was creating weapons for the aberjani, and Kivar, the idiot, is killing off healers. So all the healers are pretty much related to the royal family, huh? Interesting. And Liz managed to get herself paired with the worst instead of the best in the group. But they're all in a pickle now, I think. I liked Maria's line: <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Every good school should have an eraser room of some type,” grumbled Maria. “I don’t care what galaxy it’s in. <hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> but I liked Ava's idea about what she meant by it better than Maria's explanation. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/thumpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/tongue.gif ALT=":p"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilie ... smilie.gif ALT=":party"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Aug 15, 2004 8:30 am

Hey Gerry, Missed you <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> If it makes you feel better, I haven't written a thing in like 3 days <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/jawdrop.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> . I've been feeling kind of punky and unimaginative. Don't forget, the worst of the group that Liz got paired with are really Ava and Maria. Not necessarily the REAL worst of the group, just hated by their instructor Jara Kobodi. Jara is like that teacher we all had in school, the one who hated you for no apparent reason what so ever, and no matter how well you did, it wasn't good enough! <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Aug 15, 2004 10:42 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Thirty-One Crash into Me  “Relax, Liz, it’s me,” Che’koth said, holding Liz tightly by the arms to stop her fall. “Plash Nevenia told me she was going to send you to me today. When you didn’t arrive, I became worried. Where have you been, Liz? “Oh, Che’koth, it was horrible!” cried Liz. “There was an uprising or something in the market place, and I got caught in it. I tried to get away, but one of the Aberjani grabbed me.” “Liz, are you alright?” Che’koth asked. He pushed her away from him slightly, and his eyes ran up and down her body, the way a parent would look over their child after she had been in a dangerous situation. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, despite the pounding in her heart. “I-well, he wouldn’t let go of me, so I kind of made him let go of me.” “Majesty, please tell me you did not use your powers on an Aberjani in public?” begged Che’koth. “No, of course not,” said Liz. “I used a good old fashioned self defense technique which brought him to his knees. Unfortunately, that General Kobodi saw it. He had a major cow.” “He had a bovine?” asked Che’koth, clearly puzzled. “No, it means he freaked, he wasn’t happy, you know,” said Liz. “Come on Che’koth, stay with me here.” “You sound much like your friend Maria, Liz. She above all of you consistently confuses me. I think she takes pleasure in it,” said Che’koth. “But let’s get you off of the streets. I want to hear the rest of your tale.” He lead her down a small alley, and into a dingy shop. “Before we do anything else,” he said. “Here is what Plash Nevenia sent you to get.” “Can we trust her?” Liz asked. “I want to trust her. My instincts are telling me to trust her, but my common sense is saying trust no one.” “You can trust her with your life, Majesty,” said Che’koth. “She, like I, would die to protect you.” “Well, it’s not going to come to that,” Liz said, her voice grim. “Nobody else I know is going to die, at least not if I have anything to say about it. And don’t call me Majesty.” “As you wish,” said Che’koth, with a nod of his head. “Right, if only it were that easy. Look, Che’koth, I have a million and one questions for you, but I really have to get back to the Training Academy. Plash was adamant about that.” “Come with me, Liz. We will talk while I show you something very important,” said Che’koth. He led her to the back of the store, and lifted up a trap door in the floor. “This tunnel will take you back to the Training Academy. It goes directly to the hidden room that Plash told you about.” He climbed down the ladder and waited to help Liz. Liz climbed down the ladder, and missed the last couple of rungs, and fell into Che’koth’s arms. “Thanks,” she said, a bit breathless. “That really would have hurt my, um my dignity.” “You are all right, Liz?” Che’koth asked. When he nodded, he relaxed his grasp on Liz and placed her on the floor. “Follow me,” he said over his shoulder. “You will want to know that an emissary was sent to Roswell, as you requested. He made contact with Sheriff Valenti. The emissary, along with Sheriff Valenti, met with your families, and explained everything.” “Oh, God,” whispered Liz. “How bad was it?” “That is not important,” said Che’koth. “What matters is that your families know the truth, and they support you.” “They know everything?” Liz asked, faintly. “Yes, they know the truth about the crash, and about Max and the others coming out of the pods. They know how Max saved you, and how Tess tried to destroy you all,” said Che’koth.” “Do they, do they know about?” Liz asked softly, her voice breaking slightly. “Yes, they know that you were married, and about the child that you lost in battle.” “Oh, God,” whispered Liz. “They must hate us.” “On the contrary. They are awed by your resourcefulness, and saddened that you were not able to share these burdens with them,” said Che’koth. “They want all of you to know how much they love you. They wish that they could be here to fight with you, but know that it isn’t possible.” Liz stopped and grabbed Che’koth by the arm. “Just who was the emissary that went to see Jim?” she asked. “I did, Majesty,” said Che’koth. “Along with a contingent of guards.” “Guards, why?” asked Liz. “To protect your families from the Aberjani,” said Che’koth. “If this angers you, Majesty, I can arrange to have them removed.” “Angers me? Che’koth, it’s a wonderful idea. I only wish I had thought of it myself, and don’t call me that,” said Liz. “If you will remember, Liz, you had a great many things on your mind the night we discussed sending somebody back to Roswell to tell your parents. And, even if you had thought of it, you never would have requested it. You find it so hard to even hear your title, you would never use it for yourself,” said Che’koth. “Well, I will this time,” said Liz with a smile. “I command you to give me a hug.” “That is one thing you will never have to order me to do,” said Che’koth, hugging Liz. “Now, we must make haste, Liz, for it is getting late.” The two hurried down the dark tunnel. Liz felt herself begin to go down a slight incline, and then the tunnel widened out, and stopped at a heavy door. Che’koth reached out and opened the door, and escorted Liz into a small room. “Where are we?” she asked. “Is this the room in the Training Academy?” “It is,” said Che’koth. “Now, I want you to walk out that door, turn left, and go up two flights of stairs. You will come out in a small hallway adjacent to the common study area. Are you able to find your way from there?” “I’ll be fine Che’koth, but what about you?” asked Liz. “I will wait here until you and the others return, tonight. We have much to talk about. Be safe, Liz.” “And you,” said Liz. She smiled, and slipped quietly out the door, and into the hallway. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **splatty** » Sun Aug 15, 2004 11:22 pm

So, the family knows all! That was easy. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I loved the bovine comment. And now they have a quick secret passage . . excellent. Looks like your muse is back! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Aug 16, 2004 2:55 pm

I constantly seem to keep falling behind on your story Tracie<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/blush.gif ALT=":blush"> but now I'm all caught up! For some reason I'm extremely worried about everyone. It's like I'm waiting for something to go wrong, for someone to be caught or found out.<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> I loved Maria's idea about an erasure room here. We know though that it would be always occupied right <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> And Poor Che'koth. He still hasn't gotten the hang of Earth slang...bovine<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> Oh and did I mention I just hate the General's wife!<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/censored.gif ALT=":censored"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Aug 16, 2004 6:12 pm

Don't have a bovine, man! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> That was funny!! So you don't write for 3 days and then churn this out! Oh, if onlymy muse was as good! <div style="text-align:center"> Family is there because they have to be, friends are there because they want to be.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Aug 17, 2004 8:27 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Thirty – Two – Antarian Eraser Room Ava gave a small scream when she felt a hand grab her shoulder. “What are you doing here?” a heavy voice inquired, harshly. She turned, trying to smother scream. “I, I – Oh, Alex, it’s you. You big jerk, you scared me,” she said. She hugged him tightly. “This is like no man’s land for you,” said Alex. “Why are you up here, is anything wrong?” “No, actually, everything is good for a change,” said Ava. She filled Alex in on the meeting place, and gave him a copy of the note, explaining how to find it. “And listen Alex, I need a favor from you.” She pulled him down and whispered something in his ear, and Alex exploded with laughter. “You are so evil, Ava,” laughed Alex. “I’ll take care of everything.” “Great, I’ll see you tonight,” said Ava, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. “I have to run. I’m supposed to be in class. See you tonight.” Alex watched as the petite girl ran down the hall, then he turned on his heel and made his way back to his room to complete his given assignment. Liz slipped into the dining hall just as the evening meal was beginning. She popped one of the pills she created, and sat to eat her meal. She had barely taken one bite before she heard a call to attention. “Attention, attention, may I have your attention, please,” came a voice from the dining hall. “Congratulations to all of you. You have successfully completed your first two weeks at the Training Academy. As you enter the next phase of your training, you will find that things will ‘relax’ a bit. As you may, or may not know, the first two weeks are a training period for new students. As you have all successfully passed this training period, the administration would like to announce that you may now have the hours after the dinner hour free for recreation, or study. Enjoy your time, and use it wisely.” Cheers filled the dining area as the students celebrated this bit of news. Liz looked over to where Max and Zan sat, and smiled. This would make their meeting a little easier. When the dinner hour ended, she joined the throng of students exiting the dining area. She followed the crowd for part of the time, in the direction of the common study area, but when the majority of the students turned left, she ducked down a side corridor on her left. She looked around to make sure nobody was observing her, and went down the two flights of stairs, and located to door to their meeting area. A sign over the door, written in English caused her to burst into laughter. Liz opened the door, and slipped inside to find Che’koth, and Alex waiting for her. “Your idea?” she asked Alex. “No, I simply executed the plan. Ava is the master mind behind it,” explained Alex. “I bumped into her when she was slipping a note under Michael’s door. I scared the shit out of her, so I figured I owed her this.” “What are you two talking about?” Che’koth asked, like an indulgent father. ”Nothing much,” said Alex. I just put up a little sign for Maria, but relax, I’m going to take it down, after she sees it. No sense in drawing too much attention to our meeting down here.” “You are a very wise person, Alex,” said Che’koth. “You are right, there is a time for levity, but there is also a time for discretion.” Che’koth paused when the door opened, and Ava, Michael and Max walked in. Max and Michael were smiling, and Ava looked extremely proud of herself. Kyle and Zan walked in next, with Kyle explaining the significance of the eraser room in their lives. “Cool sign,” he said. “Who thought of it?” “Talk to your wife, Valenti,” said Alex, “It was all her idea.” “And just who are we supposed to be amusing with said sign?” asked Kyle. “Maria,” said Ava. “She was complaining about it the other day.” “Aw, isn’t that nice,” said Max. “She misses you, Michael.” “Shut up, Maxwell,” said Michael, his face suffused with color. He looked around the room. “Nice place. “What are those things over there?” he asked Che’koth. “All in good time,” said Che’koth. “I’d rather make my explanations one time only. He was interrupted by squeals of laughter from the other side of the door. “I assume that means Maria is here,” he said. Ava ran to open the door, and bowed low. “Welcome to the Antarian Eraser Room,” she said. “Where all manner of debauchery can be found.” “You are such a twit,” said Maria hugging her, while Isabel reached up and pulled the sign down. “Nice sign, Alex,” she said, tossing it to her husband. “How’d you know?” he asked as he caught the sign. “Well, it was either you or Kyle,” said Isabel. “Neither Max or Michael have such a well developed sense of whimsy. I don’t know about Zan, but I’m guessing he’s right up there with Max in the chuckles department, and if it had been Kyle, he wouldn’t have been able to keep it secret.” “Hey, I can keep a secret!” shouted Alex over Max and Michael’s cries of character assassination. Che’koth watched as the group teased each other back and forth for a while. He knew that after the past few weeks, they needed this time to relax and have fun. Chances are there wasn’t going to be much fun in their immediate futures. When their carefree laughter died a natural death, he stepped forward to address his king. “Majesty, I have returned from my recent journey to your planet to explain to your families what is happening. All of them,” he said, now addressing the entire room, “Send you their love and support. They are saddened that you did not take them into your confidence before now, but they understand why you felt that you could not. Kyle, your father was tantamount in explaining some of the precarious situations that all of you have faced.” “Are our families in any immediate danger?” asked Kyle. “No,” said Che’koth. “I left a squad of our best soldiers down with them to protect them from any attacks. They will be safe.” “That’s not enough,” said Max. “We need to eliminate the Aberjani, and to do that, we have to get rid of Kivar.” “We will, Max,” Liz said, her voice resolute. “After my run in with them today, I can’t wait to see them all dead.” “Run it?” asked Max. “What run in?” Liz explained what she had seen in the market area, and her encounter with both the Aberjani, and General Kobodi. Max was furious at the thought of Liz being in such a dangerous situation, but he was also proud of the way she was able to take care of herself. “Chica, I can’t believe it,” said Maria. “That’s it, no more secret errands for you. From now on you take one of us with you.” “Why, so it can happen to both of us?” Liz asked. “Listen, it’s not important. I doubt I’m going to be running around town again, any time soon. But I have some other news that’s even more important. I made a major breakthrough today on the special project I’m working on.” “The penicillin one?” asked Maria “What penicillin experiment?” asked Kyle. “Oh, nothing, we’re inventing penicillin,” Maria said, airily. “That’s all.” “Not wanting to burst your bubble or anything, Maria, but penicillin has already been invented you know,” Kyle said, his voice dry. “Not here it hasn’t,” laughed Maria. “So we’re going to invent it, and get that fat witch Jara Kobodi off our asses.” “Oh, well in that case, cool,” said Kyle. “Maybe after that, you can invent Flintstone chewables or something.” “Kyle, you are such a jerk,” said Liz, with a laugh. “And maybe you can invent the banana split or something? Do you all want to hear the rest of my news, or not?” “Sorry, Chica, go ahead,” said Maria. “It’s the other project that I’m working on, the one for the Aberjani. I found some chemical compounds that will focus in strictly on one person’s blood. I’ve only tested it on myself, but it was great. It eradicated all my blood cells on contact,” Liz said, her voice excited. She looked at her friends, her eyes shining with discovery. “Liz,” said Isabel. “I don’t want to rain on your scientific parade or anything, but how is this a good thing? You’re giving them a weapon to destroy us.” “No she’s not,” said Zan, unexpectedly. “She can use their blood as a trigger.” “Right,” said Max, picking up Zan’s train of thought. “Or, given enough time, she can figure out a way to mask our blood so that the chemical compound doesn’t recognize it.” “That’s brilliant, Liz,” said Alex. “And now it’s time for my news. I’ve been assigned to the team that’s building the guidance system for the Aberjani’s new weapon. And I got a good look at those things they use to travel back and forth to Earth.” “How close a look?” Michael asked. “Could you re-create one?” “Um, I don’t have too,” Alex answered. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a belt similar to the belt worn by Glenarra, the Aberjani that Zan had killed in the Granolith chamber. “Hey, I’ve seen that, before,” said Kyle. “That Aberjani chick was wearing one when she attacked us. But now that I think about it, she wasn’t wearing it when we arrived here.” “That’s because they’re programmed to self destruct if the person wearing it dies,” said Alex. “This one hasn’t been coded to an Aberjani yet. I, uh, I also managed to get these.” He pulled a folded packet of papers out of the pouch and passed them to Che’koth. “They’re the plans to build these suckers,” he said. “Maybe our side can use them to their advantage or something.” “These are not the originals are they?” Che’koth asked, sharply. “No,” Alex said in his d’uh voice. “I’m not that stupid. I made a copy.” “I did not mean to imply that you were less than intelligent, Alex” said Che’koth. “I just do not want you to put yourself in greater danger, that is all.” “Okay,” said Michael, in an uncharacteristic attempt to defuse an awkward situation. “We have Liz’s revelations, an the stuff that Alex brought. Is there anything else? Because I for one, am dying to find out what’s in those boxes over there. Weapons or something for us to use?” “No, nothing like that, I’m afraid,” said Che’koth. He turned to hide his grin as he went to remove the covers from the boxes. “Just some things your parents sent up to you.” “Oh my God,” cried Maria, rushing over. “Peanut butter! Chicken noodle soup, saltines. Food, real food!” “Candy, chips, popcorn!” Liz took over the cry. “And tonic!” She grabbed a can of Pepsi and opened it and took a drink. “Thank you Buddha,” said Kyle, reaching for a Hershey bar. “And thank you Dad,” he added when he saw his favorite canned chili in the pile.” “How are our parents, really, Che’koth?” asked Max. “How are they dealing with everything?” “Far better than you ever would have expected,” said Che’koth. “They are not pleased at the thought of you fighting a war on another planet. But they understand that if you don’t, your lives will never be your own. They were full of advice, most of which they wrote down for you. I must say, Maria, your mother was quite disturbed at first at the thought of you fighting a war, but even she came around.” “Yeah, my mom was the original protest girl. Make love, not war, and all that,” said Maria. “She was all about standing up for your rights,” her voice trailed off. “Maria, what’s the matter?” asked Ava. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine,” Maria answered. “But I have an idea. It ties in with what happened in the market today. Listen up everybody, you’re going to love this.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> at: 8/17/04 10:51 pm

Post by **splatty** » Tue Aug 17, 2004 10:05 pm

Going to love what? Going to love what? You can't end it there!!! I'm so glad you are updating again. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Aug 18, 2004 9:40 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Thirty – Three – Make love, AND war The next morning, the student dining area was awash with quiet conversations. Students were huddled in groups examining small pieces of paper. Max listened to the various bits of conversation he overheard as he made his way to his table. “Do you think it’s true?” one person asked. “It can’t be. I mean, everyone saw the bodies,” said another. Max sat down at his table, and looked across the room at Michael who was blatantly eavesdropping on a group of students behind him. Zan sat down next to Max, and smiled. “Look, they’re everywhere.” He passed Max a small square of paper that had a silver hand print on it and the words Long Live King Zan. “That Maria is pretty smart,” he said. “I wouldn’t have expected this to work in a million years.” “Who would have thought that something so simple would get everyone talking?” asked Zan. “I know,” said Max. “I can’t wait to see what it’s like at the market area today. “General Kobodi said we were going to be patrolling there today. Let’s hope he hasn’t checked it out first.” An alarm rang throughout the student dining area, and those training for the Aberjani stood, and exited the room. They assembled in a small instruction room near the front of the Training Academy. “Today,” said General Kobodi. “We will patrol the market area. Yesterday, there was an incident. I want no such incident to occur, ever again. Am I understood?” A hand went up among the warriors, and a voice called out. “General, how can we prevent such an incident from happening if we do not know what it is?” General Kobodi strode over to the speaker and punched him in the mouth. “Silence!” he shouted. “An Aberjani doesn’t question. He or she simply does what they are instructed to do! Is that clear!” “Yes, General Kobodi,” chanted the trainees. The General turned, and signaled for them to walk out of the room. Most of them stepped over their fallen companion, but Max and Zan watched in horror as the General stepped right on him and continued out of the room. Max bent down to heal the warrior, but Zan grabbed him and pulled him out of the room. “Are you crazy?” he asked. “Do that and it will be like pointing an arrow in our direction.” “Isn’t that what we want to do?” Max asked. “Let them know we’re here!” “Yeah, but this is too obvious,” said Zan, propelling Max out the door. “We’d be caught for sure. Damn, you are too soft hearted,” he continued. “I get wanting to help him, but not at the expense of my neck, thank you very much.” Max jerked his arm away from Zan, and stormed out of the room. He was angry. Angry at what General Kobodi had done, angry at his inability to help the other warrior, and angriest of all at Zan for being right. He and Zan quickly caught up with the rest of the warriors, and began the march to the market area of the city. The Antarian sun rose up above the horizon, burning of the mist that had settled on the city during the night. Max looked around, eagerly, anxious to observe as much about the city as he could. It could be almost any city on Earth, with the exception of the lack of personal vehicles. He searched his memory, and found that vehicular traffic had been banned from all cities as a way of preserving the environment. Zan nudged his side, and pointed surreptitiously at the palace that rose up from the center of the city. The morning sun touched upon the spires of the palace, and he watched as a flag was unfurled. It had a red background, and Max fully expected to see the planets that comprised the Royal Seal on it, but instead it carried a symbol he didn’t immediately recognize. “That’s Kivar’s family crest,” Zan whispered. Max looked back into his memory, and knew that Zan was correct. Kivar was trying to eradicate anything that spoke of the royal family, and that included the flag of Antar that had flown over the palace for countless millennia. They walked on, both lost in thought, until a roar from General Kobodi shook both he and Zan from their respective reveries. Max looked up, and saw the market area covered in graffiti, proclaiming Zan as the real King of Antar. Another cried that Antarians should rid themselves of the pretender. Max smothered a grin. Liz, who had recently read a history of the kings of England, had thought up that particular slogan. “I want these taken down before the market opens!” shouted Kobodi. “You!” he pointed at on of the senior Aberjani. “Go to the palace, and inform Lord Kivar of what has happened. The rest of you, begin removing this vile filth!” Max and Zan split up, and Max found himself working next to Kyle. The two pulled down signs very slowly, as the market came alive. Voices whispered in hushed tones. A few workers came over and began to remove the signs. Kyle nudged Max, and he saw that instead of pulling the signs down and destroying them, they took them down carefully, and tried to hide them from the Aberjani. A sudden roar of support from the crowd caught them unaware, and they looked around to see what had caused the outburst. Max saw it first and grabbed Kyle and pointed upward. Kyle looked to where Max was pointing and smiled. A large bed sheet with a silver handprint was flying from the top of a tall tree. “You can thank Zan and yours truly for that,” he said. “Well, it does explain why Zan wouldn’t let me heal that kid that Kobodi punched and then stepped on,” said Max. “Seriously, though, do you think this is going to do any good? I mean, I love Maria and all, but she’s not usually the one to come up with the plans.” “It’s a good plan, Max,” Kyle said. “Look around you, look at the people. They look hopeful. They want to believe it. They NEED to believe it. They want their king back.” “Yeah, but Kyle, I can’t stay here and rule. I have a life on Earth, and I can’t ask Liz to give that up. She’s lost so much because of me already.” Max silently thought back to all the losses Liz had suffered, especially the loss of their child. “I can’t expect her to give up her life to live here.” “Look Max, I think you’re kind of putting the cart before the horse, you know? We’re here, we put up a few signs, that’s it. You’re a long way from taking back the throne,” Kyle said.” “Aberjani!” shouted General Kobodi. “Citizens of Antar. Your Lord Kivar is here to address you!” Max turned in the direction of General Kobodi’s voice. He was standing on a low rooftop, and next to him was a man who made his blood boil. Max didn’t realize he was capable of such feelings of rage. Anger stirred deep inside some primordial part of him. Without realizing it, he stepped forward and raised his arm, stopping only when Kyle grabbed him and wrenched his arm back down. “Good people of Antar!” said Kivar. “Do not allow yourself to be taken in by those wishing to bring evil back to our world. We fought against the tyranny of the royal family. Finally we are free from a world of oppression!” Max shuddered as he felt Kivar’s mind warp. It was worse than anything Tess had ever tried. It was insidious, and evil, pressing at the edges of his mind, trying to take hold. “Long live Lord Kivar!” shouted Max. Kyle whipped his head around and looked at him in shock, then carried on the chant. “Long live Lord Kivar! Long live Lord Kivar!” It galled Kyle to even say the words, but he knew why Max had done it. It was the one thing that would keep suspicion off of them. As he chanted, Kyle looked around. The Aberjani had taken up the cry, but many of the citizens of Antar looked like they were only paying lip service to Kivar. “I command you to remove this filth from our city!” shouted Kivar. “We will find those who have perpetrated such a heinous crime. Keep your eyes and ears opened my people. Riches will abound for any who can assist in the capture of the criminals who did this to our city!” “All hail Lord Kivar,” came the shout. Max looked over and saw that this time Michael had started the chant. The Aberjani pushed forward and continued to rip down the signs that covered the market area. Max watched as Zan scaled the tree and tore down the flag he and Kyle had made only hours earlier. Max watched has Zan violently ripped the makeshift flag in half and threw it to the crowd. He smiled when he saw that an old woman caught the pieces and kissed them before stuffing them into her bag. “I think I have an idea,” he said to Kyle as they removed the last two signs from a stone wall. “Hold on to that thought for a second,” said Kyle. He pressed his hand against the wall, and Long Live King Zan – the True Ruler of Antar! Appeared on the wall in flaming red letters. Another roar went up, and Kyle smiled, and then began to shout. “Get that filth off of the wall! Who dares to betray our leader, Lord Kivar. Long live Lord Kivar!” “Nice touch,” said Max. The crowd began to disperse as the Aberjani pressed forward, trying to find out who had defaced the wall. So, are you ready to listen to my plan?” “Don’t be a baby,” said Kyle. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. So go ahead. What’s the plan?” “Platinum, and lots of it. Kivar is laying a heavy mind warp on everybody. I had a hard time throwing it off, even with my ring on. These people don’t stand a chance.” “And where do you propose to get all this platinum?” asked Kyle as they lined up in formation. “And more importantly, how do you propose to get it to the people? What are you going to do, go around and propose to everyone you meet? That might make Liz a little cranky.” “Shut up, Kyle. I said it was a plan. I didn’t say it was a fully thought out plan,” grumbled Max. They began to march back to the Training Academy, while Max tried to figure out a way to get enough platinum jewelry, and how to get it to the people of Antar. “Well, if you’re interested, I kind of had a thought,” said Kyle. “We never did figure out what it was about the platinum that blocked the mind warp. I mean, is it one element of it or all the chemicals that make it up all together. I was thinking, if we could figure that out, maybe we could just get that one thing and, I don’t know, sprinkle it in the water supply or something.” “Kyle that’s a fantastic idea,” said Max. “But how? I can’t ask Liz to take on anything else. She’s ‘discovering’ pennicilian, and she’s working on that whole thing to not get us killed.” “Don’t look at me,” said Kyle. “Remember, Maria and I were in the same remedial science class for three years. Wait a second, Max. Che’koth must know. Whoever wrote the destiny book knew. I mean, they put it in there. Someone here on Antar has to know how it works. We nee to talk to Che’koth about this.” “See, I knew you’d figure it out, Kyle,” Max said with a grin. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

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