9th Volume in Home Is Series. Dovetails with Rainbow’s Start, Vol. 1 in Rainbow Series. Zhea~ Year 7827-28 The Change completes, Vadia & W'Vie leave for the Council, and the New Diplomacy begins. But some of the Councillors’ promises are unwell.
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“The bad people! Uncle Doug, the bad people are coming!” She screamed. Doug leapt off the bed. Jen followed. They crouched behind Geor~geh and Ynfos in a corner of our nine sided chamber.
Before I could move, Ryee floated above us! I tried to grab his arm. A shock threw me away from him. Father caught me and sang rapid healing.
“Ay!”
“I am well, Love!” I gasped, as the unseen visitors lifted him higher above the floor. J~oie watched Vadia and Greg, who trembled.
“Fa! Speak to them, quick!” Vadia shouted. Ryee tensed.
J~oie reached into his pocket. Before us, Wslarc appeared, a small holo above the Purple Cube.
“We are in grave danger!” His changing face showed many versions of terror. If a Councilor knew terror, no hope remained. “Be still, my host, my friends.” All power shut down. Laura’s vidi, the lights, the chamber’s portals, all faded. Without the portals, no barrier remained to keep any intruders out of the palace or out of our chamber. Greg put Vadia’s hand gently off him. “I see one who can communicate.” Wslarc stared at our friend. “I fear to ask it of you, Gregwenhcet. They seek you, and they will kill Ryonne~ to find you.”
At the sound of his formal name, Greg lost all color. “Methnerrantten, probch’na mespraktetnenhn.” His voice came in low tones. Deb stared at him.
“He assents; quickly, Geor~geh, give him the vapors you have prepared. The time is now.”
Geor~geh took a glass from Ynfos. He held it before her as she sprinkled a white powder on it. Then he whirled, held it out to Greg, and Greg took it. Downed it quickly. Geor~geh and Ynfos cried. Forgive us.
“It must be done.” Greg nodded. “I must remember.”
“Greg.” Deb’s anguished voice brought his stare.
He took both her hands. Then he watched Ryee. I watched the blue ring around his green irises grow. In perfect correlation, the more blue that showed, the more unwell he appeared. The whites of his eyes fluctuated in rainbow colors.
Ryee lay helpless above us, watching yet unable to speak, begging me with his eyes to stop this moment in time. Without the White Cube’s composites, hopeless!
Wslarc, J~oie’s Councilor, spoke again. “Gregwenhcet, your people have a need, for many of your people lie injured after an attack by Es Fvan slavers. They will heal Ryee when they have the knowledge of healing you have gained from the others. You will give it to them, you can communicate directly—“
“I am out of family! They will not listen—“
“Would I ask this of you! Gregwenhcet, Ryonne~ is the hope of this level’s transition. You are the hope of Ryonne~. My composite begs this of you. I cannot force it. We have done what we can. All lies with you now. Your people take what they need. Remember your culture. Give them this knowledge. I will take this experience to the Council, and the Ty’nirrhan will lower to this level as we raise Zheiea.”
Greg smiled. Even as he rose above us to sit in air by Ryee, he smiled. “My people’s evil ends with this.”
Deb started to protest, but Suma held her arms firmly, to keep her from standing on our bed.
Mins slowed to hours. Greg shuddered. Screamed in his pain at times! Whispered the words of his language. His eyes blended with his skin, which burst rainbow colors once, twice, many times; until the color changes remained. They dimmed as he stared at his hands, touched his face, put his fists near his cheeks and dropped his mouth open. A Ty’nirrhan gesture of shock.
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