Sacrifice COMPLETED 1/16/03 Quietly into the Night Sequel

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 2:37 am

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Cool! So Lexie gets to give Kam the cookies she promised him thanks to Maria. And yes, who betrayed them? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> Hope they get away in time! <center><img src=http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ... r>Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</center>

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 4:14 pm

Oh !!!!! Tracie ......come on !! who betrayed them ?? I love Liz having her wedding band again <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> ) And María is the best aunt ever , am I right ?? jeje !! I love it <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Keep going !! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> :

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Sep 23, 2002 8:27 pm

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> I can't believe all the awesome updates!!!!!! This story is EXCELLENT!!!!!!! Now....who in the h-e-double hockey sticks is the betrayer? Out with it...like now!

Post by **splatty** » Thu Sep 26, 2002 1:04 pm

who betrayed them?! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> great part! can't wait for more. <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> <center>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 12:03 am

Sacrifice A Sequel to Quietly into the Night Conventional Couples Rating: PG-13  Author’s Note Thanks to my wonderful friends Margo and Virginia who, between the two of them had all my Roswell fics saved! Chapter Twenty-Eight  Antar – Capitol City With the call to mobilize, the group swung into action like a well-oiled machine. They had their few belongings packed and all evidence of their having been there completely erased. Liz grabbed Lexie and swung her up into her arms. As one, Kyle and Max both reached for Kam. They laughed, and Kyle began to back away. “Sorry about that man,” said Kyle as he stepped away. “Don’t worry about it,” said Max with a small smile. “I know you’d protect him with your life. Naloch,” he said turning towards the older man. “What happened, who betrayed us?” “We’re not certain at this point, but we have confirmation that a squad of guardsmen are on their way.” “Damn it. Can’t anything ever go our way? Forget it, where are we headed.” “To a small outpost we have hidden in the mountains. It isn’t anything luxurious, but it’s shelter, and there is food up there. We should be able to hide for quite a while.” “Does anybody know we’re going there?” asked Michael “No,” said Naloch grimly. “Nobody knows it’s there at all, except for Jereon and Saranara. It’s an old hunting lodge that belonged to my wife’s family. I spread the word a long time ago that it had been destroyed in a fire.” “Good,” said Michael. “We need some time to regroup and come up with a plan. Will we be close enough to the city to get regular updates?” “We’ll be close enough, but I don’t know how we can get the updates if we don’t want people to know where we are?” “We’ll figure that out when we get there, but for now, let’s just get the hell out of her,” said Max. Naloch let them through the tunnels for a short distance. As they walked, Jereon moved up to walk next to Isabelle. “I am amazed Princess,” he said. “At what, that I can walk?” snapped Isabelle. “Don’t be, I’ve been doing it for quite some time now.” “That’s not what I mean. I can’t believe how quickly you all managed to get organized and get ready to move out. It was nothing short of amazing.” “Oh,” she answered, slightly mollified. “Well, Max, Michael and I always talked about being prepared to run when we were younger, and then after Max saved Liz and everything happened, we really had to put it to the test. We were running for quite a while. We had to be prepared to pick up and leave without any notice.” “That must have been a very difficult time for you Princess, I mean Isabelle.” “Yeah, it was, but it really gave us the opportunity to learn about ourselves, and to basically grow up. Don’t misunderstand me, I would have been quite happy to live out my life in Roswell and not have to run at all, but that wasn’t an option for us.” ”Father told us about your adventures on Earth, it sounds quite amazing.” “Amazing isn’t quite the word I would use for it,” said Isabelle. “It was scary, and heartbreaking. We had to leave our homes and our families – people we loved to protect them as well as ourselves. If we had to do it all over again, I know for a fact there are some things I would do differently.” Jereon looked at Isabelle. His glance took in her tightly compressed lips, and the suspicious moisture in her eyes. “You are thinking of your husband?” he asked. “Yes, no, I don’t know,” Isabelle answered irritably. “Yes, I was, but I was also thinking about Alex, and even Grant?” “Who is Grant?” ”Oh nobody really, just one of the many men who died because of me,” said Isabelle glaring at him. “What?” ”In my life on Antar, my brother and my fiancée, as well as countless others died because of me,” began Isabelle. “And on Earth, Grant was killed by that crystal spore queen thing that looked like something out of a Star Trek episode. Tess mind-warped Alex to death, and Jesse,” she stopped talking and looked resolutely ahead. “I think Isabelle, you have far too high an opinion of yourself,” said Jereon. Isabelle turned and glared at him, but he pressed on, undaunted. ”You are no more responsible for the things that happened on Antar then I am. On Earth, the man Grant was not killed because of you, if anyone is to blame, it is those who decided to create you. Your friend Alex was killed by someone who was quite evil, but that wasn’t your fault.” “Yes it was, if Alex didn’t know us, if we were never there, he’d still be alive.” “See Isabelle, you said it yourself’ if he didn’t know  US if  WE were never there. It was simply a matter of what you call fate.” ”Don’t you dare talk to me about fate, you don’t know anything!” whispered Isabelle fiercely. “As for your husband,” Jereon continued as if she had never spoken. “He was a brave man, known to all on Antar who are loyal to the Royal Family. He fought Kivar’s mind-warp, and sacrificed his life to save all of you.” “But if I had let him run with us,” said Isabelle, “He may still be alive.” “And if you had let him run with you, Kivar still might have found him and you would all be dead now. You have suffered greatly Isabelle, but nobody has died because of you, and those who had the opportunity to know you were lucky indeed.” Jereon put on a burst of speed and moved up to walk with his father. Behind Isabelle, Liz turned to Max, a frown on her face. “Did you know she felt this way?” she whispered to her husband. ”No, I really didn’t. Right after we came back from Antar, she packed up and left. I knew she was having a hard time dealing with Kyle, but I didn’t realize how much guilt she actually harbored.” ”Max, I love you, I always will, but I swear, sometimes you can be so positively dense. I don’t understand how you couldn’t see how much she was hurting.” “I saw it Liz, there just wasn’t too much I could do about it. I was busy being a Dad to a newborn baby, remember?” “Look Max, I’m not trying to pick a fight with you, I just can’t believe how badly she is hurting. I’m going to go up and talk to her for a minute. Lexie, want to go talk to Auntie Isabelle with me?” “No, I want Daddy to carry me! It’s my turn,” said the little girl. “How about you Kam, do you want to come with me?” The boy nodded and he slid out of his father’s arms and took his mother by the hand. Liz and Kam quickly caught up with Isabelle. Kam released his mother’s hand and slid his and into his Aunt’s. She looked down at the small boy and smiled, but it didn’t fill her eyes. “Isabelle,” said Liz. “Don’t,” answered the other girl. “Don’t say it Liz. I just can’t right now.” Liz looked at her and saw that she was struggling to hold onto her composure. “Ok, I won’t say anything now, but we do have to talk.” Isabelle nodded, but didn’t say anything and Liz dropped back to walk with Max and Lexie. Kam looked up at his aunt. “Why is your heart so sad Auntie?” he asked. “What makes you think my heart is sad?” she asked, trying to force an upbeat tone into her voice. “Cause I can feel it in my heart,” he said pointing towards his own chest. “What do you mean Kam?” “I can feel you being sad, your heart hurts, and it makes mine hurt too. You miss Alex, and Jesse, right?” “H-how do you know about them?” “Mommy and Unca Kyle used to tell me about them all the time. Mommy was sad when she named me cause she ran out of room for Jesse,” he answered matter of factly. Isabelle puzzled out Kam’s last remark and surmised that Liz wanted to honor Jesse by including his name. “Well you know what tiger? It’s ok that it didn’t fit because I think Kam’s a really cool name. Can you feel when people are sad all the time?” “Nope, only some times. I can usually tell with Mommy and Unca Kyle, but they know how to make it so I can’t feel them.” ”Oh really, well I guess I’ll have to get them to show me that trick. We can’t have you go around having a hurt heart because of me,” said Isabelle. “Want me to make you feel better? I’m real good at it,” said the little boy. “Sure Kam, how do you do it?” ”You gots to pick me up,” he commanded. Isabelle lifted the boy up into he arms, and he hugged her tightly and kissed he on the cheek. “I love you Auntie Isabelle,” he said. “There, now you should feel better.” Isabelle chuckled to herself, but stopped when she realized she did feel better. She didn’t know if it was alien magic or just simple love, but whatever it was, it worked. Up ahead, Naloch raised a hand and signaled for them to stop. “We’re coming to a cave that is located at the base of the mountains. We can rest here for a while, and then we must begin our climb. “No,” said Liz in a quiet but urgent voice. “They’ll be here shortly. We have to move now.” “A vision Liz?” asked Maria as she leaned against Michael. “I don’t know if it’s a vision, or just a feeling, but we need to move and now!” Without a word, Naloch began walking through the tunnel and into the cave. In a few minutes, they walked through the entrance and out into the dusky twilight. “How much farther is it?” asked Max. “Just another couple of miles,” responded Naloch. “If we hurry, we’ll be there in about an hour.” Max looked at the others and the all nodded. “Let’s do it,” he said. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 12:24 am

awww... good thing isabelle is feeling better

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 7:24 am

love the interaction between Jereon and Isabelle, quite intense. I can see that feelings are changing

Post by **splatty** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 10:13 am

awww, great part. you're so good at writing those twinlings . . i wonder why that is? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... n_anim.gif ALT=":grin">

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 12:37 pm

Yay, yay, yay! You are the bestest!!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Fri Sep 27, 2002 2:48 pm

Wow !!! beautiful !!! I like that Isabel is feeling better , i don´t know why <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> I like her more in fanfictions than in the real show. Glad to help you Tracie , any time !! so .....who betrayed them ??? *ejem*ejem * ( in english *cough*cough* jeje ) Did you really think we had fogotten that ?? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> See you !!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 30, 2002 12:07 am

Sacrifice A Sequel to Quietly into the Night Conventional Couples Rating: PG-13 Chapter Twenty-Nine  Antar – Capitol City The journey up the mountain was cold and tiresome for the band of weary travelers. A wet snow fell from the sky, hampering their journey as well as making it easier for them to be traced. Michael and Jereon walked behind the others, trying to obliterate their trail as much as possible. After what seemed like hours, Naloch finally called a halt in front of a stone structure. He opened the door and the group went in and collapsed almost where they stood. “I’ll help you get everyone settled Max,” said Naloch, “And then I must head back down to the city and try and find out what happened. We need to find out gave away our location. Until we do, it isn’t safe for any of us.” “Is there any idea who is behind all this?” asked Michael as he shed his sodden outer clothing. “I mean, the last time we played this game with Kivar and his lackey’s, they had used bugs to track us. Are they doing the same thing here?” “It’s unlikely, Michael,” answered Naloch. “We haven’t used that type of technology in centuries. The bugs Kivar used on Earth were procured from there. No, much as it pains me to say this, it’s more likely that one of the members of our resistance group. Now we just have to figure out who it is.” “Naloch, I have to say, I don’t think that it’s safe for you to go back to down there right away,” said Liz. “Kivar’s going to be looking for you everywhere. He’s got to know that you were behind my escape.” “Father, their right,” said Jereon. “You need to stay here. I’ll go down and gather information and supplies. If I leave now, I can be back by morning.” “Jereon, I –“ began Naloch. “It’s a great idea,” said Isabelle. “And since I’ll be going with him, I can keep an eye on him for you.” Maria nudged Liz, as Jereon shouted his displeasure at Isabelle’s pronouncement. Kyle and Michael both stifled grins. Naloch turned to Max to disguise his amusement. ”I feel that in this matter, I should defer to our King. Max, what do you feel is best?” “Oh, I, uh, I think that Isabelle should most definitely go with Jereon and scout things out,” said Max. “Max, Your Majesty,” said Jereon. “I don’t think that having the Princess join me is the best thing. She’ll slow me down, and she doesn’t know her way around the city. It wouldn’t be safe for her.” “I think it’s a wonderful idea Jereon,” said Saranara, getting into the game. “Isabelle can pose as your wife. Nobody is going to stop a pair of newlyweds.” ”Newlyweds?” said Isabelle. “I don’t think we have to go that far.” “Auntie Isabelle?” said Lexie tugging on Isabelle’s shirt. “Are you and Jeremy getting married?” “Oh, no sweetie. We’re just playing a game, pretending to be married. It’s a make believe game.” “Well, if she’s coming with me, she’d better hurry. I’m leaving now,” said Jereon, heading towards the door. “She’s not deaf, and she’s ready now,” said Isabelle. “And if you continue to speak around me instead of to me, I’ll blow you up.” She pushed past him and walked out the door. Jereon slung a pack over his shoulder and followed Isabelle out the door. As soon as the door shut behind him, everyone exploded into to laughter. “I have to say,” said Liz, erupting in giggles. “That was probably the most fun  I’ve had since I’ve been on Antar.” “Isabelle is nothing like you described her Kyle,” said Saranara. “You made her sound so sweet.” “That was sweet,” said Kyle. “She only threatened to blow him up, she didn’t actually do it.” “I suppose we should scope this place out and get ourselves organized,” said Maria. “Naloch, are there bedrooms, or are we playing girl-scout camp here?” “I’m not sure what a girl scout is, but there are sleeping quarters up there,” he said pointing towards the second story. “I’ll show them Father,” said Saranara. “Lexie, do you want to help me show your Mother where you we are going to sleep?” “Ok Serena,” said the little girl. “Can Kam come too?” “Of course he can,” she said as she held out her hands to both children. Maria and Liz followed Saranara up the stairs. Kyle watched with an undisguised look of longing on his face. “Kyle, what are you going to do?” asked Max. “What do you mean?” “When we finally get to go home. It’s obvious how you feel about her. Are you just going to leave her here and go back home?” “I don’t know, but I suppose since none of us can go home right now, it doesn’t really matter,” snapped Kyle. “Hey, I’m sorry,” said Max. “I was just trying to help.” “Yeah, well don’t,” said Kyle as he slammed out the door. “What was that all about?” asked Michael, sitting down next to Max. “If I knew, I’d tell you,” answered Max. “What’s Naloch doing? I feel kind of useless just sitting here. Can’t we go chop wood or something like that?” ”Chop wood?” asked Michael incredulously. “Who do you think you are, Paul Bunyon or something?” “There is no need to chop wood Max,” said Naloch, walking back into the room. “We don’t use fossil fuels on Antar. I’ve activated the heating unit. It should be warm soon.” “You got anything to eat around here?” asked Michael. “I’m starving.” “Yes, Michael,” said Naloch with a faint grin. “I believe there are provisions here.” ”What’s so funny Naloch?” asked Max. “Michael is so much like General Rath. He was always hungry during times of great stress.” “I still find it difficult to accept the fact that you knew Zan and Rath. I know you’ve explained to us that the passage of time on Antar is far different than on Earth, but it’s still very difficult for me to understand,” said Max. “It’s difficult for me as well Max,” said Naloch. “Your father, Rath’s father and I were great friends, and I watched you grow up. And now I sit here and talk to you, and I find it difficult to remember that you have know knowledge of me before four years ago.” “What was he like – my father?” asked Michael. “Your father was a very brave man Michael. He loved both you and your mother deeply. He never really got over the death of your mother, and threw himself into his work. He was the King’s second in command. A role he groomed you for from the day he first held you in his arms.” While Naloch was speaking, Maria came down the stairs and sat down next to Michael and took his hand in hers. “After your mother died, your father kept you with him as much as possible. The only time he left you in the care of others, was when he was on a mission that he felt was too dangerous.” “How much of Rath and Zan are in Michael and Max, and how much comes from the human DNA they were cloned with?” asked Maria. “Virtually all of their characteristics are similar to Rath and Zan’s,” said Naloch. “When the first set of clones were made, we found that they contained too much of their human counterparts. After we realized our mistake, we corrected our errors and created you. We decided to preserve the other clones and send them to Earth as well, as a safe guard, but you know that already I believe.” “Yeah, we met them,” said Max. “A real charming bunch.” “But I don’t understand something,” said Maria. “Laurie Dupree. She had a picture of her grandfather that was an exact replica of Michael.” “Laurie Dupree is real,” said Naloch. “But her grandfather was not the provider of the human DNA. “She was being controlled by Kivar’s people; the picture wasn’t real either.” “Oh,” said Michael, his face downcast. “I liked Laurie, and I really liked thinking I had family somewhere.” “Michael,” said Maria. “You do have a family now. You have me, and Beth.” “And you have me and Liz, and Isabelle, and Kyle and all the parents as well. Haven’t you learned by now that family isn’t simply a matter of genetics,” said Max. “I know,” said Michael. “I thought I was past all this feeling sorry for myself. I guess its just being here. It makes me wonder about my family. You know, what they looked like, and who they were.” “I may be able to help both of you with that,” said Naloch. “I think I still have them up here,” he said cryptically. He got up and walked across the room and passed his hand across a panel on the wall. A handprint glowed and the panel slid back to reveal a small hiding place. He reached inside and removed something and came back to where the others were sitting. “This is the Antarian equivalent of what you call a photograph album on Earth. As I said earlier, your fathers were my closest friends, and our families spent a lot of time together. This book is my gift to you.” <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Mon Sep 30, 2002 8:33 am

That part was so moving Tracie! I <img src=http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/1luvu.gif ALT=":love"> it!!

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Mon Sep 30, 2002 9:11 am

Beautiful <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> : <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> : <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> : As usual !! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> Thanks Tracie <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Oct 02, 2002 10:13 pm

Sacrifice A Sequel to Quietly into the Night Conventional Couples Rating: PG-13 Chapter Thirty  Antar – Capitol City Jereon led Isabelle through the crowded marketplace. All around them, people discussed the edicts Kivar had recently issued. All citizens must carry identification papers. They were not allowed on the streets after sunset, and anybody caught harboring a fugitive would be put to death instantly. “Sounds a bit like Nazi Germany to me,” said Isabelle. “Stop it,” whispered Jereon. “You can’t talk like that. We can’t afford to have you be overheard making references to Earth culture.” “Sorry,” whispered Isabelle, immediately contrite. “I wasn’t thinking. I truly didn’t mean anything by it.” “I know you didn’t, but right now, we have to be especially careful. We need to get ourselves some identification papers. “Where are we going to get them Jereon? We aren’t sure who we can trust and who we can’t.” “Watch,” he said. He took Isabelle by the hand and led her into the middle of a group of guardsmen. As they walked through the group, Jereon bumped into several of the guards. Apologizing profusely, he led Isabelle away and into a small tavern. “What was all that about?” demanded Isabelle as they sat down. “That, was about this,” he said laying the documents on the table. “Now we have documents, a few modifications, and we’ll be all set.” “Wow, I’m almost impressed,” said Isabelle. “I’m so pleased that I’ve almost impressed you Princess,” said Jereon sarcastically. “Now who needs to shut up?” snapped Isabelle. “I’ve told you before, don’t call me that!” Isabelle stopped talking as their server approached the table. She waited until Jereon placed their order before continuing. “I don’t need to take this from you. You’re just some stupid little peon my brother saddled me with!” She stood up and started to leave the tavern. Jereon jumped up and grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. “Wh-what did you do that for?” Isabelle sputtered after she broke the kiss. She glared at him, refusing to show him how deeply the kiss effected her. “If you ever do that again, so help me, I’ll kill you,” she hissed. Jereon refused to be cowed by her stare. “Stop acting like such a childish brat, and I won’t have to,” he countered. “That always was your problem. You just charge in and do what ever you want, regardless of the risk to anybody else.” “Where do you get off making any judgments about me?” questioned Isabelle. “You don’t know me, you don’t know anything at all about me.” “I know you were the one who went after Ava when she was captured by the skins, and alerted them to your presence in Roswell. I know you married Jesse Ramirez and risked exposure to yourself and the others, and your little fit of pique that your parents took pictures of exposed you to the government. I also know about how you couldn’t stay away from your husband after you went on the run, and that put Kivar on your trail. And let’s not forget your most recent stunt of using the orbs to come after Lexie instead of letting your brother do it. Need I continue?” “Oh please, there were mitigating circumstances with each of those things,” said Isabelle in a condescending voice. “If you had been in my place you would have done the same thing, and you know it.” “No, as a matter of fact, I know that I wouldn’t do anything like that,” said Jereon, but he stopped when he realized Isabelle was no longer listening to him. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Isabelle put a finger up to her lips and jerked her head sideways towards the table to her left. Jereon looked over and realized that his father’s best friend and confidant Franchet was talking with one of Kivar’s guardsmen. “We almost had them sir,” said Franchet. “We got to the warehouse shortly after they left. We tried tailing them, but they were too fast.” “What you are trying to get me to believe is that Naloch has managed to elude capture yet again while at the same time, leading a band of refugees, some of them children? Is that what you are telling me?” roared the guardsman, his fist banging on the table. “Hear me when I tell you this. If they are not captured with in the next paratach, I personally will present Lord Kivar with your head. Is that clear?” “Y-yes sir,” stuttered Franchet. “We think we’ve tracked them to Tanjanika. I have some men on their way there even as we speak.” ”You had better hope they are, or you will be the one to suffer the consequences.” “There is one other place,” said Franchet. “Naloch used to own an old hovel up in the mountains, but no, that was destroyed years ago.” Isabelle held her breath as she listened to the two men speaking. Jereon sensed her fear and reached across the table and took his hand in hers. “Don’t worry,” he mouthed. She smiled weakly and squeezed his hand. Franchet and the guardsman stood to leave, and Jereon and Isabelle followed close behind them. Once outside, the guardsman headed back towards the Royal Palace, which was in the process of being rebuilt. Franchet glanced factitively around and set off down an alley. As one, Jereon and Isabelle took off after Franchet. At the end of the alley, he stepped out onto another busy street and mixed in with the crowd. He took every precaution to ensure that he wasn’t being followed, but he hadn’t counted on the determination of Isabelle and Jereon. They walked in silence, their hands still intertwined. After several minutes they found themselves on the street where Naloch’s shop once stood. They watched Franchet pound on Tragenta’s door. The door opened slowly, and Franchet pushed it in and shoved his way past Tragenta. They moved closer to Tragenta’s dwelling to see if they could overhear any of the conversation. “I don’t know where he is,” cried Tragenta. “I haven’t seen him. The only ones I ever see are his two children, but I assume they died when the shop exploded.” “You lie old woman!” shouted Franchet. They heard Tragenta give a muffled cry. “Quick,” said Jereon. Change your appearance again, and do mine as well. It is a skill I never mastered.” Isabelle quickly complied, and the couple made their way to what was left of Tragenta’s front door. “Grandmother,” yelled Jereon. “It is I, Prencha, and I’ve brought a surprise for you - - my new bride is with me. Grandmother? Are you home?” Franchet stepped into the small hallway and tried to block their path. “Your grandmother is resting, now is not a good time for a visit.” “I think now is an excellent time for a visit,” said Isabelle as she put her hand on his chest and gave a small squeeze with her mind. Franchet fell to the ground in an unconscious heap. “Drag him in here, would you?” she directed Jereon, who willing grabbed the crumpled heap and pulled him into the house. Once inside, they found Tragenta trying to pull herself up off the floor. “Tragenta, are you all right,” said Jereon, rushing to her side. “I’ll be ok, grandson, or should I say Jereon? I’m glad to see you remembered the code. Who is this you have with you?” “As I said, this is my new bride, Ilondria. That is all you need to know. We need some information if you have it Tragenta. We have been betrayed. Someone gave away our location to the guardsmen. One of them is Franchet. Do you know of any others who have transferred their allegiance?” “No, I don’t, I believe he is the only one. I only learned of it myself yesterday. I had no way to warn you, I am deeply sorry for that. The others, they are safe?” Jereon looked at Isabelle and quickly interpreted the nervous look on her face. “It is better if I tell you nothing. That way if you are questioned, you can honestly say you do not know anything.” “Your  bride is wise to urge you to say nothing,” laughed Tragenta. “Come with me and I will get you some provisions. You cannot stay here though, it isn’t safe for you.” “Don’t worry about us, we are fine. Franchet is going to be waking up soon, what about you?” “Simple, knock me out the way you did him, and when he comes to, he’ll just assume we were both attacked. He’s stupid and easily fooled.” Isabelle looked at Jereon, and he nodded. He helped Tragenta to lie down on the floor and Isabelle pressed her hand against her chest and again, used her mind to knock Tragenta unconscious. Jereon grabbed her hand, and they slipped out the back door and into the night. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

Post by **LMiC2001** » Thu Oct 03, 2002 11:41 pm

Awesome part, Supermom! Izzy needs someone who doesn't wimp out when she gets "high and mighty." and since Kyle is moving to the Northeast to be with Supermom, it can't be him. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do! ZAN IS DA MAN! Remember once Mr. Pin has been removed, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Fri Oct 04, 2002 8:24 am

That was absolutely seat riveting! Go Supermom! <center>*************<center>And I believe<center> <center>That angels breathe<center> <center>And that love will live on and never leave<center><center>*************<center>************* <center>The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return"

vecastone · Post by **vecastone** » Fri Oct 04, 2002 10:07 am

Great part Tracie !!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> ) I like Isabel being with someone , as long as it is not JB jejeje !!!!! <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> : <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> : lmc.... I love those puppys from your avatar !! are they yours ? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> ) See you

Post by **splatty** » Fri Oct 04, 2002 5:37 pm

great part tracie! love the interactions between jereon and isabelle! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /smile.gif ALT=":)"> <center>I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</center>

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sat Oct 05, 2002 3:02 am

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"> Loved the last 3 parts, as I have all of them. So Franchet is the bad guy! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... /devil.gif ALT=":evil"> The only one? I wonder! Jereon must like hot peppers and hot sauce if he can take Isabel's treatment. <img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... kliam2.gif ALT=":hotpink"> Oh yeah, that's right, Antarians like Tabasco sauce! Hehe! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... ns/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> <img src=http://216.40.241.68/cwm/cwm/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> <center><img src=http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ... r>Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</center>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/uisndbreeze.s ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 10/5/02 2:03:50 am

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Oct 11, 2002 11:38 pm

Sacrifice A Sequel to Quietly into the Night Conventional Couples Rating: PG-13 Chapter Thirty-One  Antar – Outskirts of Capitol City Michael leafed through the album like a starving man approaches a feast. Finally he had a chance to see his family. He stared at a picture of his father, and it was almost like staring in a mirror. He looked exactly like his father; it was unbelievable. “Maria, look at this. He’s me; I mean I’m him. Well you know what I mean,” said Michael. “I don’t know,” said Maria thoughtfully. “Don’t get me wrong, you do look like him, but there’s something different. I think it’s in the eyes. Maybe you have your mother’s eyes. Naloch? Do you have any pictures of Michael’s mother?” asked Maria. Naloch nodded and retrieved another album from the shelf and flipped through it. He found the picture he was looking for and slid it forward for Maria to inspect. “Oh, Michael,” she breathed. “Your mother was beautiful. Look at her eyes. I was right; you do have her eyes. “And look at her hair. It’s so long and what a glorious shade of red. It’s almost like Saranara’s hair.” She turned and looked at the Antarian girl speculatively. “In fact, your eyes are a lot like Michael’s as well. Is it like some common Antarian trait or something?” “You’re silly Auntie Maria,” said Lexie coming downstairs from her nap. “Unca Michael and Serena and Mr. Naloch all have the same colors around them. Can’t you see them?” “What colors sweetie,” asked Liz gently. “Mommy and Auntie Maria aren’t as lucky as you. We can’t see the colors.” “Oh, everybody has colors around them. Your color is like my favorite blue in my crayon box, and Daddy has a pretty red color. But it’s not a mad red color. Me and Kam have dark purple. But Unca Michael, and Serena and Mr. Naloch and Jeremy all have this pretty green color. Mr. Naloch’s green is a little lighter, but they mostly match. That means their all the same family.” Liz lifted her small daughter into her lap and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Well Lexie, maybe it’s just a similar shade of green, that’s all.” ”No,” said Naloch. “The child is correct. My sister was married to Michael’s father.” “What!” Michael roared. “Are you saying you are my Uncle or something? Why the hell didn’t you say anything before this? You knew how badly I wanted to learn about my family!” “And that is precisely why I never said anything Michael,” answered Naloch. “If I had told you when I was on Earth, what would you have done?” ”Probably come back here with you,” admitted Michael. “And what about your wife, would that have been fair to her?” “No,” said Michael. “Then all of you came to Antar, but by that time, we had already heard rumblings of Kivar. Should I have told you then, when it would have put your life in danger?” “Well then, why now?” demanded Michael. “Why are you telling me this now?” “You needed to know,” said Naloch simply. “It was time.” “So like what does that make us?” asked Michael. “I believe you used the term Uncle,” said Naloch, and Saranara and Jereon, are what you would say on Earth, are your cousins.” Michael looked over at Saranara who was staring at her father in shock. He could see that the information was new to her as well. Maria moved around the table and slipped her arms around her husband’s waist. “Well Space Boy, looks like we’ll have to add a few names to the Christmas card list,” she joked. “Come on,” she tugged gently on his arm. “Lets go for a walk.” Michael looked over at Naloch who nodded. “You may want to look for Kyle while you are out there,” he said. The two walked out the door into the cold night air. Lexie snuggled closer to her mother and whispered. “Mommy, did I say something wrong? Unca Michael got all mad.” Her lower lip trembled and a tear glistened on the tip of her thick eyelashes. “No sweetie, you didn’t do anything wrong. Uncle Michael just has a really big mouth some times. Doesn’t he Max?” she said looking at her husband. “That’s right Lexie Bear,” said Max. “Remember when Daddy and Uncle Michael put your swing set together?” The little girl smiled and giggled. “Unca Michael said some naughty words after he banged this thumbkin with the hammer,” she said to her mother. “See honey, your Uncle Michael is just silly. Now why don’t you go wake your brother up,” said Liz. “I want to hear more abut the colors you see. They sound beautiful.” “Oh they are Mommy,” said Lexie as she left the room. “It’s like seeing a rainbow every day!” Once Lexie was out of earshot, Liz turned to Max. “Did you know she could do that?” she asked. “I had no clue at all. As far as I knew, the only thing she could do was heal,” answered Max. He turned to Naloch and Saranara. “Is this normal? The way her powers are developing?” “As far as I can tell, yes,” answered Naloch. “We can’t be one hundred percent certain, because we always have to factor in the mixture of human genes from Liz, but I can tell you that both Jereon and Saranara developed more powers as they grew older.” ”Damn,” said Max. “Dr. Spock does not have a chapter on alien powers.” Liz laughed, as did Kyle who had slipped in unnoticed during the discussion. “Maybe you should see if Mr. Spock has a baby care book,” he joked referring to the character from Star Trek. “Did you see Michael and Maria out there?” asked Max. “Yeah, they filled me in on the missing branches from Michael’s family tree,” said Kyle as he sat down next to Saranara. “I came in to take a look at the pictures myself.” Max passed him the book of pictures and in an undertone told Kyle he was sorry. “No man, I’m the one who’s sorry,” said Kyle. “I snapped, totally. I have a lot of things to think through. Hey, is that Max and Isabelle?” he asked pointing to a picture. Naloch looked over and smiled. “That isn’t Max, or even Zan. It’s King Zan and his wife, Queen Hakara, shortly before Zan was conceived.” Max and Liz both looked at the picture. “It’s almost eerie,” said Liz. “They look so much like you and Isabelle, it’s amazing.” “Your father, Max, was distantly related to me as well,” said Naloch. “Um, just how distantly?” queried Max worriedly, thinking of Isabelle and Jereon. Naloch laughed as he accurately read Max’s thoughts. “Quite distant,” he said. “I believe the term you use on Earth is kissing cousins. My wife had drafted an outline of our family,” he said. “Let me look around and see if I can find it.” The older man stood up and walked over to the album had been hidden. After several minutes, he returned with several books in his hand, as well as a sheaf of papers. “These books are for you and Isabelle, and Michael. They are journals kept by your parents. I managed to retrieve some of their belongings after Kivar’s coup. It isn’t much, but it’s a piece of your past that you should have.” ”Thank you Naloch,” said Max. “What else do you have?” “These are the directions for programming the orbs to send you home. As soon as we can locate another set of orbs, we can activate them to return you home. And this is the family outline I was telling you about. While Naloch told Max about his family, Liz prepared a meal for her family. As she worked, she smiled happily. How often she had dreamed of performing just such a chore. She picked up a platter of food and started across the room. She gave a small scream, and the platter fell from her hand, smashing to pieces on the floor. “Liz!” shouted Max. “What is it?” “What did you see?” Liz stood, her feet routed to the floor, her limbs trembling. ”No, no, no!” she cried softly. “Not again, please, not again.” ”Liz!” shouted Max. He grabbed her by the arms and shook her gently. “Liz, what is it?” Liz shook her head and tried to focus and bring herself out of the vision. “A battle, a terrible, terrible battle, on the grounds of the Royal Palace. There was so much death and destruction.” ”There’s more,” said Max. “What aren’t you telling us Liz? “N-no, there wasn’t anything else,” she said, looking at the floor. “Max, please, just drop it and go check the kids and make sure they’re ok. Please,” she added in a pleading voice. Max left the room, looking worriedly at his wife as he left. Kyle gave her a brief hug before he and Saranara began to prepare another meal. Liz dropped to her knees and began to pick up the broken platter and spilled food from the floor. Naloch knelt down beside her. “What did you see Liz?” he asked gently. “Do not be afraid to tell me, no matter what it is. You of all people should realize that the future is not concrete, it is fluid and we can change it, if we know what it is we looking for.” “I-I can’t,” whispered Liz. “Who dies Liz? I must know.” “You,” Liz said in a terrified voice. “I saw you lying dead on the ground. <center>Margo is a Super ORB!</center><center><center>It all started with a boy, a girl and a silver handprint.<center>Countess Majiklmoon Mistress and keeper of the tunes</center></color~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ <a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... 2a.gif></a>

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