something isn’t done; the entire western continent
will have the same fate and the entire planet will be at their
mercy. That is when we will all become their slaves.” Terra sat
there letting everything he was saying sink in. “What does that
have to do with me? I’m no soldier. I can’t see myself helping
either of you. Can’t I just go home?” “It’s your power Terra.” When
he spoke the word ‘power’ his jaw tightened and she could see that
he was not unlike the Empire in the sense that he craved it as
well; for good or evil? She did not know. “Listen, I have heard of
this ‘power’ a few times now, I don’t have it. The only things I
can do are heal minor injuries and increase the growth and
resurrection of plants, that’s all. I can’t hurl fireballs or
create tidal waves or whatever it is you think I’m capable of. That
being said; I hope you will still allow me to stay here till the
Empire realizes I am not who their looking for.” Smith sat there
looking into here eyes, as Terra looked into his, he didn’t believe
a word. “Of course you may stay, this is a sanctuary for those in
need. Here,” he handed her the blue bandana. She hesitated for a
moment then finally took it in her hand and looked at it. “You put
that on when you’re ready. I just assumed you knew of your powers;
your mother must have kept that to herself. The power was been
known to pass down from mother to daughter and just the fact that
you can heal is proof you have it to at least a small degree. The
only question here is when you realize it’s true potential.” Terra
looked up from the new article she held and looked into Smith’s
eyes, “How did you know my mother? Or me for that matter?” Smith
smiled at Terra, “I named you. Though you never saw me, I watched
over you and your mother for many years.” She stood from her
gripping the cloth tight in her fist and walked to the door. As she
placed her hand on the steel knob she said, “How did you meet her?”
“We met up when she was pregnant with you and I offered my help. I
promised to help you as well.” Terra exhaled depressingly; she
wanted to more know but she remembered something her mother taught
her, Never ask questions, just wait for
the answers you seek for they shall come if you are patient and you
pay attention.
Once back in the dining
room, Terra saw many people conjugating. There were no windows or
skylights here so it was hard to tell the time of day, but it
seemed near dusk because of the heightened aroma seeping from the
kitchen; dinnertime. The dining room was near full; on the side she
was standing on was about twenty people that were probably soldiers
or spies due to the bandanas and weaponry attached to them: swords,
guns, whips, bows and quivers, and the occasional spear. On the
opposing side of the dining room was everyone else, a few mothers
and fathers were getting their children settled, a dozen teenagers
with dust covered clothes looked exhausted from cleaning all day,
and another thirty or so in generic clothing that most likely did
various jobs; maybe watchmen and then there was two nurses; Helena
and Bridget she was guessing. One was a thicker girl but not
overweight with thin black hair and dark makeup around her eyes and
the other was skinny like Ruthie but much taller, maybe six and a
quarter feet tall with long blonde hair and glasses. Which one was Helena, Terra thought as she glided her hands over her stomach; Terra
wasn’t a bony gal, but not thick either, she liked to call herself
average seeing as how her ribs didn’t push against her skin. She
looked at the girls for a moment, I hope
the brunette is Helena , she
thought, Then maybe I have a chance. What
am I thinking? It’s Locke; he’s much older and maybe too tough for
me…but mmmm. She slapped herself on the
left cheek getting back to the now. She looked over to the
soldier-designated table and saw Ruthie looking at her in
confusion. “Bug,” laughed Terra.
will have the same fate and the entire planet will be at their
mercy. That is when we will all become their slaves.” Terra sat
there letting everything he was saying sink in. “What does that
have to do with me? I’m no soldier. I can’t see myself helping
either of you. Can’t I just go home?” “It’s your power Terra.” When
he spoke the word ‘power’ his jaw tightened and she could see that
he was not unlike the Empire in the sense that he craved it as
well; for good or evil? She did not know. “Listen, I have heard of
this ‘power’ a few times now, I don’t have it. The only things I
can do are heal minor injuries and increase the growth and
resurrection of plants, that’s all. I can’t hurl fireballs or
create tidal waves or whatever it is you think I’m capable of. That
being said; I hope you will still allow me to stay here till the
Empire realizes I am not who their looking for.” Smith sat there
looking into here eyes, as Terra looked into his, he didn’t believe
a word. “Of course you may stay, this is a sanctuary for those in
need. Here,” he handed her the blue bandana. She hesitated for a
moment then finally took it in her hand and looked at it. “You put
that on when you’re ready. I just assumed you knew of your powers;
your mother must have kept that to herself. The power was been
known to pass down from mother to daughter and just the fact that
you can heal is proof you have it to at least a small degree. The
only question here is when you realize it’s true potential.” Terra
looked up from the new article she held and looked into Smith’s
eyes, “How did you know my mother? Or me for that matter?” Smith
smiled at Terra, “I named you. Though you never saw me, I watched
over you and your mother for many years.” She stood from her
gripping the cloth tight in her fist and walked to the door. As she
placed her hand on the steel knob she said, “How did you meet her?”
“We met up when she was pregnant with you and I offered my help. I
promised to help you as well.” Terra exhaled depressingly; she
wanted to more know but she remembered something her mother taught
her, Never ask questions, just wait for
the answers you seek for they shall come if you are patient and you
pay attention.
Once back in the dining
room, Terra saw many people conjugating. There were no windows or
skylights here so it was hard to tell the time of day, but it
seemed near dusk because of the heightened aroma seeping from the
kitchen; dinnertime. The dining room was near full; on the side she
was standing on was about twenty people that were probably soldiers
or spies due to the bandanas and weaponry attached to them: swords,
guns, whips, bows and quivers, and the occasional spear. On the
opposing side of the dining room was everyone else, a few mothers
and fathers were getting their children settled, a dozen teenagers
with dust covered clothes looked exhausted from cleaning all day,
and another thirty or so in generic clothing that most likely did
various jobs; maybe watchmen and then there was two nurses; Helena
and Bridget she was guessing. One was a thicker girl but not
overweight with thin black hair and dark makeup around her eyes and
the other was skinny like Ruthie but much taller, maybe six and a
quarter feet tall with long blonde hair and glasses. Which one was Helena, Terra thought as she glided her hands over her stomach; Terra
wasn’t a bony gal, but not thick either, she liked to call herself
average seeing as how her ribs didn’t push against her skin. She
looked at the girls for a moment, I hope
the brunette is Helena , she
thought, Then maybe I have a chance. What
am I thinking? It’s Locke; he’s much older and maybe too tough for
me…but mmmm. She slapped herself on the
left cheek getting back to the now. She looked over to the
soldier-designated table and saw Ruthie looking at her in
confusion. “Bug,” laughed Terra.
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