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Posted: **Wed Aug 25, 2004 4:32 am**

Ava figures they're being manipulated? Che'koth to the rescue here, I think, with the explanation. So the parents know now. That was pretty amazing! I'd love to have seen Amy's reaction! But this part had me laughing: <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“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.” <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"> So Kivar and General Kobodi are distant members of the royal family. They must be the black sheep, I guess! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <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.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/happy.gif ALT=":D"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 8/25/04 4:33 am

Posted: **Wed Aug 25, 2004 10:37 am**

Great part, but I want to know what Che'koth has to say. Why did you stop there? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.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>

Posted: **Wed Aug 25, 2004 10:55 am**

cause i'm <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <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>

Posted: **Sat Aug 28, 2004 10:57 pm**

Sorry for the delay...blame it on computer woes <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/frown.gif ALT=":("> 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-Seven Secrets and Lies “You’re really one for the big entrances, aren’t you, Che’koth?” Michael said, calmly. “Now, before everybody, myself included has a giant freak out, why don’t you tell us what you’re talking about.” “Listen to mister calm, cool and collected,” Maria whispered to Liz, Ava and Isabel. “I bet you if someone were to sneak up and grab him, he’d,” “Blow them up,” finished Liz with a smile. “Right, like you want to freak Michael out? You know how his powers get.” The four girls shook with silent laughter, and tried to calm down to listen to whatever ominous warning Che’koth had brought. “You are right about the manipulation,” said Che’koth, setting a large bundle down on the floor. “Zan, you lack the trust that the others have. You are wise to question the ease in which you have attained so much in such a short time. However your trust has not been misplaced. There has been manipulation, but it has been done on your behalf. Liz being chosen to work on the special project, and being paired with Maria and Ava was set up by Plash Nevenia. And Isabel being one of the students chosen to interview was also arranged by a member of the resistance who is on staff here. However, she will either be accepted to the program on her own merits, or not. We have no control over that. We also could not have arranged for the four of you,” he pointed at Max, Zan, Michael and Kyle, “To be chosen for the Aberjani was something you accomplished on your own.” “So what you’re saying then, is that they,” Liz pointed to the four guys, “Are capable of accomplishing great things on their own, be we need our hands held to get anything done?” She shot a wink at Maria, and tried to keep a serious face as she posed her question to Che’koth. “No, Majesty, that is not what I meant,” said Che’koth, clearly flustered by Liz’s comment. “Nobody helped you with the project you are working on, any success is yours, and yours alone.” “Right,” said Maria, drawing out the word, slowly. “And I suppose Ava and I are simply here for decoration?” “No, I, that is,” Che’koth said, wildly, turning to face Maria. The room exploded with laughter, and Liz hugged Che’koth. “Gotcha,” she said. “That couldn’t have worked out better if we had planned it.” “You arrogant little whelps,” said Che’koth with a smile. “I ought to put each and every one of you over my knee. I believe that is the correct Earth expression.” “You would dare to spank the royal bootay?” asked Maria. “I think not.” Again the room filled with laughter, and each one of them, reveled in the sound, and the relaxed feeling it engendered in each of them. Max turned to Zan and clapped him on the shoulder. “You were right to be worried, and to question, Zan. You don’t know us, you don’t know Che’koth, and you are right, everything was coming too easy. We’ve had the luxury of dealing with Che’koth already, and we knew he’d do anything he could to smooth our path.” “Yeah, yeah, enough of the boring stuff,” said Maria. “Whatcha got in the bundle, Che’koth?” Leave it to Maria to cut right to the chase,” said Michael. “Actually, you’re parents had already started a collection of items to send back with you,” said Che’koth. “And Kyle’s father has decided to check the pod chamber on a daily basis, and we’ve agreed that he will leave items for you there, as well as pick up the things I bring back to the soldiers that are guarding your families.” “Hot damn!” shouted Maria. “Give me my music.” “About that,” Che’koth said, hesitantly. “I’m afraid we have a bit of a problem.” “Problem?” asked Maria. “Exactly what do you mean, we have a problem. Either you brought me some music, or you didn’t. If you did, we don’t have any problems, and if you didn’t, WE still don’t have a problem, Che’koth. YOU have a problem. One thing, one simple little thing, that’s all I asked for, and are you going to stand there and tell me that you couldn’t bring me back a few freaking cd’s?” By now, Maria wasn’t talking, she was shouting, louder than anyone, including Michael, had ever heard her shout. “Maria, what’s wrong?” Michael shouted, pulling her into his arms. “Tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll fix it.” He rubbed Maria’s back ineffectually as he tried to soothe her. “It’s okay,” he said, moving his hand up and stroking the back of Maria’s head as her tears moved to slow sobs. “Maria, talk to me.” He looked over Maria’s head, panicked by her outburst, and unsure of what to do next. “I- I just hate it here,” Maria sobbed. “I never get to see you, and that woman is always criticizing me, and telling me how hopeless and worthless I am.” “What woman?” Michael asked, his voice hard. “Because I’m going to kill her, right now.” “Jara Kobodi,” Ava said, softly. “And for some reason, she seems to take great pleasure in constantly deriding both Maria and myself. It’s almost as if it’s become her soul purpose in life.” “She’s a vile, evil, bitch, and I’d kill her myself in a second if it wasn’t going to put everyone in jeopardy,” sniffled Maria. “I just thought that maybe, if I had some music or something to listen to, it would, oh I don’t know, relax or something, and now Che’koth is saying that he didn’t bring me any. I know in the grand scheme of things, it isn’t important, but I really wanted my music.” “Jara Kobodi is a horrible woman,” agreed Che’koth. “But Maria, you are right, you can’t kill her, but I promise you this, if the opportune time ever does arise, I will personally paint a target on her and hold her still, just for you.” “Are you saying I couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn, Che’koth?” Maria asked with a watery smile. “No, and believe me, she is as wide as some of your Earth barns, isn’t she?” asked Che’koth. “Now Maria, I believe you misunderstood me, before. What I was trying to tell you is that I was unable to get any of your music, but Kyle’s father sent you everything he had in his truck, even though he wasn’t sure it was to your liking. He also asked me to bring you this.” Che’koth withdrew from the small room and went back into the tunnel. When he returned, he was carrying an old guitar. “Kyle’s father already had this in his truck for me to bring back to you. He said you would need this to feed your soul, as much as the food he sent would feed your body.” “Oh Che’koth, I’m so ashamed,” said Maria, taking the guitar into her hands and caressing it lovingly. She sat down, and immediately began to strum the guitar, and hum softly. While Maria played, and Che’koth unloaded the rest of his bounty, Michael pulled Max and Alex aside. “I think we need to send Maria back,” he said. “This is too much for her, and I don’t want to put her to have to go through it.” “Maria’s tougher than you think,” said Alex. “Not to mention the fact that she’ll kill you if you try and send her back.” “Yeah, I know, that’s why I was hoping one of you could talk to her instead, and convince her that she should leave,” said Michael. “Are you insane?” Alex asked, his voice rising slightly with shock. “No way, no freaking way. I’d rather punch you in the mouth again.” “You punched him in the mouth?” Zan asked, walking over and joining the conversation. “Why?” “He was cheating on Maria,” said Alex. “I was not cheating on Maria,” Michael said. “I keep telling everyone, Courtney was a Michael worshiper.” “Yeah, yeah, I know,” said Alex. “There was this skin that had a thing for him, and I though he was cheating on Maria with her, so I decked him.” “Was this before, or after you got your powers?” asked Zan. “Before,” Max, Alex and Michael all answered. “Man, you got guts,” said Zan. “Yeah, but not enough to tell Maria that Michael things she should go back to Earth,” said Alex. “Max, will you do it?” Michael asked, imploringly. “No way in hell am I going down that path,” said Max. “Zan?” Michael asked hopefully. “Not a chance, besides,” he said, pointing at Maria, who was now laughing at some cd’s Kyle was showing her. “I think she’s going to be okay.” Michael went to sit next to Maria, and took the cd out of her hand. “The Kit-Shickers?” he asked. “Who the hell are they?” “Sad as it is for me to admit,” said Kyle. “It’s my dad’s band. He and some friends formed it our last year in high school. I can’t believe they spent money to make a cd.” “Yeah, well, we won’t hold it against you, Valenti,” said Michael. He tossed the cd into a pile and looked at Maria. “You okay?” he asked, softly. “Yeah,” she replied. “And I’m not going back, so don’t even say it.” “How’d you know?” Michael asked, his voice tinged with shock. “You don’t do clandestine very well,” said Maria. “Hey!” she shouted to the room in general. “We don’t have a cd player.” “I can fix that,” said Isabel. She took a cd and held it in her hand, and the room filled with music. “Cool, I like Pat Benatar,” said Maria. “Can you show me how to do that, Isabel? Cause if you’re going to be all ambassador in training like, I don’t think you’ll have too much time to play music for me.” “It’s not hard,” said Isabel. She explained to Maria how she used her powers to get the music to play, and in a few minutes, Maria had mastered the skill. “Aren’t you worried about going into the palace, Isabel?” Liz asked softly, so that nobody else could hear. “Terrified, and don’t you dare tell Alex,” Isabel admitted. “I’ve purposely kept myself from tapping into Vilondra’s memories, but I’m worried that once I’m in there, surrounded by everything she knew they’ll all come rushing back.” “Promise me that if it gets to be too much, you’ll pull out?” asked Liz. “I’m sure Che’koth and all of his connections could find some way of getting you out of the program.” “It’s not going to be too much,” said Isabel, her voice suddenly resolute. “I’m not going to let it be too much. Kivar killed my family, and he’s going to pay for that.” “Kivar killed the royal family, Isabel,” Liz said, gently. “Your family is right here. Don’t forget that.” “It’s almost time for lights out,” said Max, moving over next to Liz. “We need to get back.” One by one, they bid Che’koth a good night, and thanked him for the food and other things he brought back with him. Maria hugged him, and whispered something in his ear, and he nodded slightly. “You guys go on ahead,” Maria said. “I just have a couple of things my mom sent that I need to get together.” “Want me to wait and walk with you?” Ava asked. “No, thanks, Ava,” Maria said with a smile. “I’ll be okay. I’ll see you in the morning, okay.” “Maria, you coming?” Michael asked, hanging back by the door. “I’ll be there in a minute, Guerin. Go on ahead without me. I promise, I’ll be okay,” said Maria as she made a shooing motion with her hands. She waited until everyone was gone before she turned to Che’koth. “Okay,” she said. “This is what I want to do.” She quickly explained her plan, and waited while Che’koth thought about it. “Do you think we can do it?” “Are you sure about this, Maria?” he asked. “It could be very dangerous.” “Yes I’m sure, but what I want to know is do you think it will work?” “Not only do I think it will work, I think it’s brilliant,” said Che’koth. “Okay then, lets stop talking, and get to work.” <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>

Posted: **Sat Aug 28, 2004 11:38 pm**

Go Maria GO! I love Maria with a plan. Can't wait for the next part. <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>

Posted: **Sun Aug 29, 2004 4:48 pm**

I love this story, and i loved the prequel! keep writing, it's amazing, i loved when all the guys were afraid to talk to maria about leaving, steer clear of hurricane deluca! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilie ... smilie.gif ALT=":party"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love">

Posted: **Sun Aug 29, 2004 4:51 pm**

Hi Dreamingnik <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> welcome to the board. I'm glad you are enjoying the story, and thanks or the feedback. It feeds the soul, and the muse <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <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>

Posted: **Sun Aug 29, 2004 8:55 pm**

Welcome DreamingNik! Hope you'll stay a while. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> <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>

Posted: **Mon Aug 30, 2004 4:10 pm**

great part. hteir fear of maria is hysterical. can't wait for more. Roselle The Techie Connection "'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 Living in the Mansion in Egypt along D'Nile with Silly Girls

Posted: **Mon Aug 30, 2004 6:04 pm**

Maria has a plan! I love it!! Rock on with your daily updates! Welcome DreamingNik <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> <div style="text-align:center"> Family is there because they have to be, friends are there because they want to be.</div>

Posted: **Tue Aug 31, 2004 11:30 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-Eight -   Isabel walked through the city, enjoying the time away from her studies. As she walked, she hummed one of the tunes Maria played on her guitar the night before. Being here is so strange, she thought to herself. In so many ways, it’s no different than being on Earth. People work, the live, they love, they  She continued walking, watching as the palace loomed higher and higher above her, the closer she got. You know, she giggled to herself. It kind of looks a little like the Emerald City in The Wizard of Oz. Except for the green color that is. Isabel paused to look at the list of detailed instructions she had been given. “Go through the main gate, show your badge and wait. Somebody will escort you to the Ambassador’s quarters. Do not engage the guards in any other conversation. As you know from your studies, it is considered unseemly for the Royal Guard to consort with people while on duty.” Isabel grimaced at the note and crumpled it up and stuffed it into her pocket. She wasn’t stupid, and she didn’t need to be reminded of the proper way to act. She glanced at a nearby store, and stopped while her brain tried to make sense of what she saw on the window. A poster with a large silver handprint was taped to the outside of the window and scrawled beneath the handprint in red was the phrase ‘We can’t afford to be innocent.’ The phrase tickled the back of Isabel’s mind, but she wasn’t able to place it. She shrugged her shoulders and continued her walk to the palace. As she walked, Isabel paid closer attention to the sites of the city that her former self had called home. It wasn’t dissimilar to Roswell, in that there were residential, and commercial areas. And where Roswell had the park where she had presided over so many Christmas festivities, Antar had the central market place where people gathered. As she walked, Isabel noticed more and more people leaving the buildings, and making there way to the central market area. Damn, she thought to herself. I hope this isn’t another protest like the one Liz got stuck in. She increased her pace, and kept close to the buildings, when she spied another sign, this one stuck to a statue of Kivar. Unwillingly, she found herself crossing the road to get a closer look at it. This sign has the orb symbol that was on the communicators, and underneath it was a message as cryptic as the one on the first sign. “Stand up and face the enemy,” she read. She quickly crossed away from the sign and continued her journey to the palace as she mulled over the two phrases. We can’t afford to be innocent. Stand up and face the enemy, went through her brain like the refrain from a song. “A song,” she said out loud. “Oh my God, that’s it, it’s a song. Damn it, Maria. A little warning would have been nice.” She fought back a grin that threatened to spread across her face. Actually, she thought. It’s a great idea. Way to go Maria! Michael smothered a yawn as he carried his plate of food across the dining area, looking for a place to sit. He looked around and spied Kyle, sitting in a corner, a disturbed look on his face. Michael sighed to himself and walked over to where Kyle sat, wondering what had happened to put that worried expression on Kyle’s face. “Hey, man, what’s up?” Michael asked, placing his plate on the table, and sitting down next to Kyle. “Hey,” Kyle responded, pushing his food around on his plate, apathetically. “Kyle, snap out of it,” said Michael. “What’s wrong with you? Is breakfast that disgusting?” “Hmm, oh, no,” Kyle replied, a distractedly. “N’ah, I’ve got a Pop Tart in my pocket.” ”So what’s the problem then?” asked Michael, shoveling food into his mouth at a prodigious rate. “God, you are disgusting, Guerin,” Kyle said, watching Michael eat. “The problem, is that evil witch that is persecuting Maria. “Yeah, what about her?” asked Michael. “Well, she isn’t just making Maria miserable, she’s also making Ava miserable, and it got me thinking,” Kyle explained. “Do you think she’s doing it because she’s on to us somehow?” Michael stopped chewing as he pondered the ramifications of Kyle’s thoughts. “No, that can’t be it,” said Michael. “Think about who she is, and who her husband is. She would have done something more than just be nasty to them if she knew who they were. I guess she’s just a bitch with a hair across her ass.” “Who’s a bitch with a hair across their ass?” asked Alex, sitting down across from Michael. “That teacher Maria and Ava are saddled with,” said Michael. “Kyle was wondering if maybe she had an inkling of who they really were.” “Damn,” said Alex. “I never thought of that. I bet if you had told Maria that, she would have been more than willing to go back home.” “You told Maria to go back home?” Kyle asked, incredulously. “Are you insane.” “No,” Michael said, self-righteously. “I didn’t” “He didn’t, because he was afraid to,” Alex interjected. “He tried to get one of us to do it for him, but he soon found out, none of us, including Zan were that stupid.” “Listen, I was wondering if anybody knew what this is,” said Alex. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and passed it to Kyle and Michael. “We can’t afford to be innocent,” read Michael from the paper. “Stand up and face the enemy.” He looked up at Alex and over to Kyle. “Never saw it before in my life. Why?” “They’re up all over school. I was wondering if either one of you did it,” said Alex. “Did it, did what?” asked Michael, clearly frustrated. “None of us have done anything since we put those banners up in the market place.” “Well, one of us has done something, and I’ll give you three guess who it is,” said Alex, a knowing smirk on his face. “Don’t tell me,” said Michael, rubbing his forehead. “It’s Maria,” said Kyle, with a smile. “Guess she’s not letting the evil teacher get to her too much, after all.” “No way,” Michael said, emphatically. “Maria wouldn’t do something like this without talking to somebody first.” Alex and Kyle both stared at Michael, looking at him like he had grown horns, or was speaking in a foreign language. “Ah, this is Maria we’re talking about, right?” asked Alex. “Maria who totally took over my band, Maria of the world famous Aqua bra. That Maria?” “Yeah,” added Kyle. “The Maria who put not one, not two, but three giant wads of chewed up bubble gum in Pam Troy’s hair. The one who drove to Texas with you, rather than let you take her mother’s care. Remember her?” “Damn,” said Michael, his voice coming out with a whoosh. “Okay, Mister Know – it – alls, what is this all about?” “Actually, it should be Misters Know – it – all,” said Alex. And you know, I think I’m just going to let Maria tell you about it herself.” He got up and left the table quickly. “What the hell is his problem?” Michael asked, angrily. As he spoke, the contents of his plate splattered up to hit him in the face. “Looks like you need to work on the control, bud,” said Kyle. “If you want to borrow any of my books on Eastern Philosophy, let me know. I’ll have my dad send them up.” He stood up, ready to beat a hasty retreat. “I do not need any of your stupid Buddha books,” snapped Michael. “Right,” said Kyle with a pointed glance. Michael looked down at his plate, where Kyle was staring and saw that his eating utensils had fused themselves to his plate. Isabel sat in the diplomatic waiting area, and surveyed her surroundings from her seat. Nothing in the room looked familiar to her. She was slightly disappointed that nothing she had seen since she entered the palace stirred even the smallest memory. She toyed with the idea of tapping into Vilondra’s memories, but she still resisted. That was one Pandora’s box she did not want to open. “Come!” said the Ambassador, entering the room. “We are to meet with a party from a neighboring planet, immediately. They are waiting for us in the Great Hall.” “Certainly,” said Isabel, rising gracefully from her chair. “Is there anything you wish me to attend to during the meeting?” “No, no, not today,” said Ambassador Gara. For now you observe, soon though, we will make you work.” He paused to smile at Isabel. “Do not worry, you will be fine. I was very impressed during your interview. You possess a maturity that few people your age possess.” “Thank you,” said Isabel. She followed him through the numerous hallways, do the arched doorway that lead to the Great Hall. She waited, and allowed the Ambassador to enter first, and then followed close behind. Ambassador Gara introduced himself to the visiting dignitaries, and was about to introduce Isabel, when a fanfare signaled the arrival of Kivar. Isabel turned expectantly, anxious to see the man who stole her brother’s throne in person. There was a flurry of activity on the throne, and Isabel looked in the direction of the throne to see Kivar, and another person, a woman, seated side by side. She moved slightly, anxious to get a better look. The people in front of her shifted, and Isabel looked, and quickly put her hand to her mouth in an effort to stifle the scream that threatened to explode. There, sitting on the throne, next to Kivar, was a replica of Vilondra, complete with long flowing hair. <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>

Posted: **Wed Sep 01, 2004 12:24 am**

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> go maria! vilondra? what's that about? don't be too long with the next part honey! <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>

Posted: **Thu Sep 02, 2004 11:40 pm**

way to go maria. i think them being there is getting to everyone. another clone. wait if there is a copy of violandra is there a copy of the rest of them. then wwe'd have 3 max,zans right? freaky. can't wait for more Roselle The Techie Connection "'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 Living in the Mansion in Egypt along D'Nile with Silly Girls

Posted: **Fri Sep 03, 2004 12:29 am**

A replica of Vilondra sitting beside Kivar? Hmmm. That certainly is suspicious! So Maria referred to the royal bootay, huh? He he! Somehow I'm not too sure that Che'koth wouldn't spank the royal bootay! For their own best interests, of course, if he thought it would help. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I'm constantly amazed at how entirely different this storyline is from all the others you've written, Tracie. It's a whole different concept entirely! Very cool! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/handprint.gif ALT=":handprint"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 9/3/04 12:34 am

Posted: **Fri Sep 03, 2004 2:45 pm**

Aaackkk...I need more! <div style="text-align:center"> Family is there because they have to be, friends are there because they want to be.</div>

Posted: **Fri Sep 03, 2004 11:15 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-Nine – Mirror Image Isabel whimpered softly, staring at the woman on the throne beside Kivar. Her hair was long and blond, curling softly about her shoulders; similar to the style Isabel had worn in high school. She wore a dress of sky blue, with an empire waist, and gold braid decorating the bodice. “Isadra, what is wrong?” questioned the Ambassador. “N-nothing,” Isabel whispered. “I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed. I don’t know what I expected, but this is a bit awe inspiring.” “It’s meant to be,” said the Ambassador. “There is nothing wrong with engendering a feeling of awe in those you are trying to impress, or conquer. Would you like to meet Lord Kivar now, Isadra?” the Ambassador asked. “Ah, no, not now,” Isabel said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. She lifted a hand up to her hair, and slightly changed the hue to an even darker shade, then she rubbed her nose, altering its shape slightly. “No, I don’t wish to disturb Lord Kivar,” she added. “Nonsense,” said the Ambassador. “He is always delighted to meet an up and coming member of the diplomatic corp. Also, this will give him an opportunity to show off his beloved bride, Vilondra. She has been gone for so long doing diplomatic work for Lord Kivar.” “Th-that must have been very difficult for them,” Isabel said, mechanically, while she pondered the words of the Ambassador. She turned slightly to allow herself a better view of the throne while ideas spun through her mind. “How long was she gone, Ambassador?” Isabel asked. “I’m sure I know, but all intelligent thought has just flown from my head.” She smiled, and looked at the Ambassador like he was the Antarian version of God’s gift to women. “Don’t worry, my Dear,” said the Ambassador, patting her gently on the arm. “Being in the presence of such a commanding figure as Lord Kivar, is enough to befuddle even the soundest of minds.” “Oh, I don’t think it’s him that’s causing me to become so flighty,” she smiled at him, and lowered one eye, suggestively. Oh God, she thought, I’m going to make myself sick. The Ambassador tried to straighten his aged body, and pulled in his stomach. He was flattered that such a beautiful young creature such as Isadra was showing an interest in him. “Vilondra has gone for just over five years,” he told Isabel. “She was away when a King Zan went insane. He had taxed our people so badly that they could barely survive. Rath, his second in command ordered the beating of anyone who dared to question any of Zan’s policies.” “There was an uprising in the city, and the palace was stormed. They breached all the security systems. With so many people, the king was powerless against them. They killed him, and his second in command, and left their bodies in the courtyard for all to see. Lord Kivar finally managed to quell the rebellion. He then went to Vilondra and told her of the uprising that robbed her of her family. When he returned, it was to announce that they had married, and that Vilondra was going to act as an Ambassador on a neighboring planet, while she dealt with her grief at losing her family.” “That’s right,” said Isabel. “I remember. I can’t believe I forgot the tragedy that poor woman has suffered. It’s so sad,” she feigned a sniff, and dabbed at a non-existent tear. “If you’d excuse me for just a moment,” she added. “I’ll be back in just a moment.” “Of course, dear,” said he Ambassador, patting her gently on the shoulder. “You take your time. I’ll wait right her for you.” Isabel walked slowly out of the Great Hall, trying not to draw any attention to herself. She found a small room, and ducked inside and locked the door behind her, ensuring that she had some privacy. “If he mind warped them, we can undo it, I know we can,” she said out loud. She sat down in a nearby chair, and reached for the locket around her neck, when she remembered Liz’s story about what happened in the market place. “Those people knew the truth, and Liz said Kivar talked to them about the evil tyranny of the royal family. So which is it, was there a rebellion, or did he overthrow the royal family, and murder us all?” Isabel slumped in the chair, saddened by the realization that the only way to find out the truth was to access the memories of the first Vilondra. “Let me out of here!” Vilondra shouted, banging on the door. “I am your Princess, and I command you to release me!” “Really, Vilondra,” said Kivar, as the door opened. “What would your loyal subjects say, hearing you talk like a common piece of trash?” “You are insane if you thing this stupid plan of yours is going to work!” she shouted. “The people of Antar LOVE the royal family. They would never believe the horrible lies that you are telling them.” “You stupid bastard, the bodies of my brother, and his best friend are in the courtyard. People have seen that, they know what happened,” shouted Vilondra. “No, Vilondra, you’re wrong. For years, I’ve had spies working throughout the city, stirring up unrest against the royal family. I’ve been stealing from the royal treasury, and instituting new taxes to make up for it. And the beauty of it is, your stupid brother was too involved in his little dreams of a better Antar, to even notice. He wanted to make too many changes, too fast. It was so easy to create a feeling of unrest. I would have been foolish not to capitalize on it.” “Capitalize on it,” spat Isabel. “You bastard, you created it. But I’m going to end it, right here. She raised her hand to shoot an energy bolt at Kivar, but he was too quick, and he struck her with his own bolt, killing her instantly. “Pity,” he said, looking at her charred body. “I needed her. But no worry, I can work around that.” He shot another bolt at the body, causing it to burst into flames and disintegrate into a pile of ash. Isabel sat upright in the chair, pulling herself from the memories of Vilondra. Beads of sweat dotting her forehead, and pooled above her upper lip. She tried to stand, but her shaking limbs wouldn’t support her. She collapsed back into the chair, and began to weep. <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>

Posted: **Sat Sep 04, 2004 10:33 pm**

great new part. he's an evil evil man. um so who's on the throne...a creepy clone? Roselle The Techie Connection "'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 Living in the Mansion in Egypt along D'Nile with Silly Girls

Posted: **Sun Sep 05, 2004 1:00 am**

yay! so great that izzy found out what happened in the past. so kivar's got a creepy clone on the throne? evil man!

Posted: **Sun Sep 05, 2004 10:40 pm**

An update any time now would be great, I'm dying to see how Isabelle copes with this <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Posted: **Mon Sep 06, 2004 11:21 pm**

OMG girl. That part was excellent. I hope Is can pull herself together in time to make a good show . . when she meets Kivar. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> I know she can do it. Can't wait for more!!! <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>

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