Fealion: Second installment of Incarnation!
Disclamier: I said it in the first chapter—should cover entire story.
The-Living-Shadow: Thank you. This story is the same—yet different than my other two multi-chapter stories and I can only hope that more people start following it the more I write. I want this story to make people think: what would we do if we meet someone (or something) that was so fundamentally different to us? Just some food for thought.
AN Note: The idea for Sector 7 unknowingly creating sparklings using the power of the Allspark belongs to Sinead Rivka and her story 'Things We Don't Tell Humans.' She just gave me permission to have my own wicked way with it.
Warning: This is the last angsty chapter for a bit—probably. Certainly won't be planning on it! As always language; and in this one illusions to death and torture (mild).
On to the story!
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Morwenna clenched her teeth, leaning back against the wall and breathing out harshly through her nose, wincing as another loud wail ripped through the silence. Cautiously she looked through the doorway, noting the position of the two things that she would not give the satisfaction of calling anything even remotely human.
Mechanical "arms" hovered above the sparkling, blue-white arcs of electricity buzzing around the tips in an ominous hum. Nodes were taped all across the little ones spark chamber, a monitor behind the things showing the furious spark-beat of the terrified mechling as bright blue optics followed their every movement in fear, small whines escaping from the small ones torn vocal processor.
Morwenna's grip tightened on the handle of the screwdriver, eyes widening in anger as the things began to speak.
"God damn it!"
"What's the matter NOW?"
"Don't get snippy with me Morshan! I don't understand; the readings should indicate a +3.46Vdc increase in the sine wave output with a 2.5 second decrease in the time between the peaks of the waves but instead there's barely a +1Vdc increase and the time has increased by .5 seconds!"
"I told you when we started; this one is defective! It is the ONLY N.B.E. that didn't attack immediately after we hit it with the radiation from the cube and the only one that remains from the first batch!"
Morwenna froze.
'…..You mean to tell me that they have been misusing the power of the Cube for THISLONG?'
"Well I've had it! Turn the voltages on the arms up to +/-2200 Vdc with a 12 amp current; we'll see how long the things 'heart' can survive the equivalent of an electric chair before it gives out and then we'll go see if Henderson needs any help deactivating the big one."
Morwenna let out a wordless scream of anger and charged the two things as they turned, shoving one back into the table where the mechling was strapped down as she pounced on the others back, driving him forward onto the console and smashing his head onto the unforgiving metal. As he fell to the floor a loud humanoid screech rent the air, Morwenna whirling around and watching with wide eyes as the other thing convulsed erratically, his hand tightly clasped around the end of one of the mechanical arms.
Whipping her head around she dashed for the emergency cut-off switch the moment she spotted it, the smell of burning flesh hitting her nose once she hit the button. Turning back around she watched in horrified fascination as the things weight pulled it to the floor, losing the battle with her stomach as she noticed the near perfect hole that had been burned through his hand.
Shuddering with the knowledge that her shove had caused him to grab onto the arm in the first place Morwenna kept her eyes adverted, walking back over to her screwdriver and picking it up before turning to the mechling and smiling shakily as it looked at her with wide eyes.
"Hey there; it's okay, you're safe now. I'm going to get you out of here, ok?"
Slowly she moved towards the sparkling, freezing as it tugged away from her and gave a pained chirp, fear plainly visible in those blue orbs. Slowly Morwenna lowered herself until she was below the table-top, moving forward once the sparkling noticed that she was no longer towering over it and tilting its helm curiously, watching her as she reached the restraint holding the right servo in place. She started to talk to it in a clam, soothing voice, rambling on about irrelevant things as she worked on the screws that held the restraint to the table. She smiled victoriously as the last screw popped out, stuffing the screwdriver into a back pocket before she stood up and gripped the thin piece of metal firmly and pulled.
The sparkling jerked in surprise as the metal snapped, looking at its servo in wonder as it moved and twisted before warbling joyously, pointing at its other servo while staring at Morwenna with expectant blue optics. Chuckling Morwenna moved to undo the other restraints, tensing as she had to lean over the body of the dead scientist in order to free the left ped. Straightening she giggled at the sight of the little one moving peds and servos in childish wonder, sobering when she caught sight of the lines that still drained energon from it.
'Please dear Primus; don't let me screw this up.'
Carefully she pinched and removed the lines and electrical nodes from around the spark chamber, breathing a sigh of relief as the small holes closed on their own. After she squeezed as much energon out of the lines as she could she took the cylinder that it had been collected in and set it next to the sparkling, coming up with a funnel after a few minutes of searching. After a few minutes of gently examining the sparkling she found a small valve next to its main energon line, opening it and carefully inserting the end of the funnel before pouring in the energon slowly, gently scolding the sparkling as it tried to move.
After all the energon had been returned to the sparkling she closed the valve and withdrew the funnel, giving a small cry of surprise as the little ones self-repair systems activated and watched in fascination as the abdominal plating slowly regenerated itself. Looking over the rest of the sparkling as this was happening she noticed that it was too—solidly built to be a femme-bot; how she missed the fact that it was a mech before she had no idea.
"Well little mechling; what are we going to call you? Sparkling isn't going to work—unless you want to be confused with the others when we go and rescue them.
Tron?...
No; it reminds me too much of big, silver and creepy they've got down at Hoover—and you're not creepy at all are you?"
The little mech cooed up at her, grabbing her hand and twisting it around with interest when she tried to bop him on the chevron. Yelping slightly as he tried to bend her finger the wrong way she rubbed his helm as his optics misted, taking one of his three fingered servos and bending the joints gently, smiling in approval when he repeated the action on one of her fingers. Carefully she slipped one of her arms around the back of his shoulders, hooking the other behind his knees as she lifted him off the table and grunted at the unexpected weight before lowering him to his peds, sighing in relief as he took a few wobbly steps before standing straight with wonder shining in his blue orbs.
Morwenna laughed as he caught sight of the monitor, walking over to it and chirping excitedly as he prodded and poked, jumping as he hit a button that caused it to beep loudly.
"I know the perfect designation for you; Vultus. Would you like to be called that?"
The mechling gave an inquisitive chirp, tilting his helm cutely to one side in question.
"Its latin and it means 'look'. I figured it would be a good designation because you're so curious about everything. You like it?"
The little mech looked at her for a while before nodding his helm, grabbing her hand when she offered it to him and nervously following her out into the hallway. Morwenna moved swiftly though the maze of hallways, mindful of Vultus' smaller legs as she looked around a corner, jerking her head back and flattening herself against the wall as she noticed a couple of armed Sector 7 walking into a room. Pulling Vultus back down the hallway she had him kneel in between some boxes, pushing him back down as he tried to get up and follow.
"Stay here Vultus; there are some bad men up ahead and I need to make sure they won't hurt you. You can't come; stay. Stay."
Vultus' optics misted and he chirped nervously as Morwenna stepped away, though he didn't follow. It made her wonder exactly how he could understand human speech—as opposed to only speaking Sparkling language—but she knew that was something she would have to figure out later.
Slowing and lightening her steps as she neared the doorway she peered into the room, gaping at the sheer size of the mech before her.
'I know that he isn't the largest but—damn he's fragging tall! I never realized how much bigger than humans they'd be!'
The scraping of metal drew her attention to the scientist who stood at the controls, the two armed men she had spotted earlier standing on either side of the control booth with their guns trained on the mech's spark-chamber.
'What is it with them and spark-chambers!'
Morwenna forced herself to remain calm as she surveyed the room, nearly shouting in glee as she noticed the emergency cut-off switch on the back of one of the massive computer towers. Silently she moved towards the towers, letting her breath out in a soft whoosh of air when she managed to get to the button without them noticing. Pushing it she grinned as the scientist cursed at the sudden loss of power, ordering the two guards to find out what happened and get the power back online.
Smirking she raced to the front of the banks of computers and hid herself, keeping out of sight until they passed and carefully creeping up on one as their paths split. Waiting until the one she was following was close enough she charged, hitting the man in the ribs and catching him off-guard as she sent him sailing into the concrete wall, nodding in satisfaction as he hit his head and slumped to the ground. Working swiftly she took his weapons and rifled through his pockets, unwilling to leave him with something he could use to free himself with later, smirking as she found a couple of zip-ties. After zipping his arms and legs together she stood and made her way towards the direction the other one was traveling, freezing as he called out that he had found the power switch.
Cursing she sprinted towards the direction of his voice, tackling him away from the switch before he could flip it on and landing in a tangle of limbs not too far away. Grabbing his arms she kept them spread as they scrabbled on the floor, desperate to keep him from reaching any sort of weapon as she tried to think of a way to incapacitate him. Grimly she used her knee to smash her entire weight down onto his groin, flipping away from his hands as they reached down and he cried out in agony, gripping his head and slamming it into the ground until he fell unconscious. After removing his weapons and tying him up she made her way back to the front of the banks, pointing a semi-auto at the scientist as she stepped out of her cover.
"Oi; let him go!"
The scientist whirled around at her voice, raising his hands and looking at the gun warily as she stepped closer to him.
"Didn't you hear me? Let. Him. Go."
"I-I'm afraid I can't do that."
Morwenna narrowed her eyes.
"Why not?"
"It goes against Sector 7 protocol—."
"Screw protocol! He is a sentient being and deserves as much civility as a human; it shouldn't matter that he isn't from this world!"
"*snort* You talk about the NBE like is actually capable of understanding human speech and intelligence."
"HE IS MORE THAN CAPABLE! His kind make our tech look like something made from popsicle sticks and their thought processes are so advanced that they are able to prove Einstein's E=mc² to be completely inaccurate!"
"There is no technology, human or otherwise, that can be that compl—."
"WOULD YOU GET YOUR FRAGGIN HEAD OUTTA YOUR AFT AND LISTEN TO ME YOU PIT-SPAWNED GLITCH-HEAD!"
The scientist opened his mouth to retaliate as his eyes drifted in the direction of the captive mech, freezing as something caught his eye. Slowly Morwenna turned so that she could look at the mech, a grin working its way onto her face as she regarded the two piercing azure optics staring down at her.
"Where did you hear those words fleshling?"
Morwenna's grin grew wider; he sounded almost exactly like his brother.
"The same place I heard your designation—Sunstreaker."
Optics narrowed in suspicion, arms tugging futilely at his restraints as he rose to his full height, making Morwenna whistle in appreciation before she turned back to the scientist, a sickly sweet smile on her face as she regained his attention.
"I REALLY think you should release him now; don't you?"
Slowly the scientist nodded, eyes widening as she carelessly cocked the gun with a smile on her face, scrambling to push the buttons in the correct sequence so that he could be released. As soon as she heard the hiss of releasing air-locks she shot forward, catching the scientist as he tried to escape over the controls and smashed his head onto the panel, smiling as he crumpled to the floor. Turning back to the large yellow mech she raised an eyebrow as she found a plasma gun pointed at her; damn sub-space pockets.
"Talk before I shoot you fleshling."
"You're not gonna believe me."
"Try me."
Morwenna sighed, running a hand over her face tiredly before she looked back up at the yellow saboteur.
"Can I at least try and save the sparklings first?"
The effect was almost instantaneous; Sunstreaker froze, optics dimming to near black as he fought to keep from glitching at her statement.
"You're lying!"
"*sigh* No I'm not. I've already saved one; a tiny mech that I gave the designation Vultus to."
"The last of the sparklings died at the Battle of Proximax!"
"They WERE the last; tell me Sunstreaker—what is the only thing in the known universe that can create more sparklings? The thing that both Optimus AND Megatron have been searching for since its launch at Tyger Pax?"
The lithe mech looked at her incredulously.
"It's HERE!"
"Yes."
"How?"
"I don't exactly know—but now isn't the time for it. Do you want me to get Vultus and then save at least a dozen sparklings or do you want to stand here and argue about how much I should or shouldn't know?"
"…..*sigh* Fine. We had better talk about this later fleshling."
"My name is Morwenna—you sound like Megatron when you call me fleshling and yea; we will."
With that Morwenna ran out the doorway, retracing her steps until she came back to Vultus' hiding spot, smiling at the adorable sight the recharging sparkling made. Kneeling beside him she gently shook his shoulder, patiently waiting as he jerked online and looked around with wide optics, calming once he caught sight of her before flinging himself into her arms. She hummed a random tune and stroked his helm gently as she tried to calm him down, pulling back and smiling at him gently as his tremors lessened.
"There is someone I would like you to meet Vultus. He's a lot bigger than you are I but I promise he won't hurt you. Do you want to meet him?"
Vultus nodded his helm slowly, once again latching onto her arm and following as she slowly made her way back to the room where Sunstreaker was being kept. Pausing just outside the doorway she sent one last reassuring smile to Vultus and lead him inside, smirking slightly as the yellow mech froze at the sight of the silver mechling. Slowly he lowered himself to one knee, giving out a gentle hum as Vultus hid behind Morwenna as she knelt down to face him.
"It's alright little one; he won't hurt you."
Vultus stiffened as Sunstreaker gently called out to him in Cybertronian, looking at Morwenna one last time before he slowly walked forwards as she smiled encouragingly. As soon as the little mech was close enough Sunstreaker scooped him up in one yellow arm, holding him close to his spark-chamber as he pulsed calming waves through his EMP field. Immediately the little sparkling curled up closer to his spark, giving off a contented coo as he slipped off into recharge.
Morwenna smiled, a silent communication passing between her and Sunstreaker before she turned around and left through the doorway, a serious look crossing her face as she strode to the end of the hallway. Taking out the screwdriver she scratched a large arrow that pointed back at the room when she came to a corner, running as the cries of multiple sparklings reverberated down the hallway. Sliding into a doorway she had just enough time to register yet another group of scientists trying to force a merge between two sparklings before she was in the midst of them, swinging the barrel of the gun indiscriminately as she took down as many of them as possible.
Turning her attentions to the two frightened sparklings she hummed softly, moving with slow and obvious movements as she gently pushed their chest plating closed, helping each off the table and then pointing at the marks she had made on the wall, telling them to follow them if they wanted to escape the 'bad men'. The one that understood her nodded and grabbed the servo of the other sparkling, clicking and whistling softly until the other started to follow. Relief flowed through Morwenna as she went in the opposite direction, carefully checking each room that she came to for any humans before freeing the sparklings trapped inside.
Not all could be saved however; a fact that that she was horrifically reminded of as she found the room where they 'stored' all of the offline sparklings. Tears sprang in her eyes as she swiftly closed the door and moved on, attacking the next group of scientists with more viciousness than usual as tears streamed down her face. It took her hours as she methodically swept the building, freeing any sparkling she could find and sending groups of them back towards the room Sunstreaker was in, pausing as she found a doorway that lead to the human brig.
Cautiously she opened the door, slinking down the narrow hallway and pausing as she reached the corner, taking out the guard as he came to investigate the sound of the closing door. Rifling through his pockets she took out the ring of keys, looking down the rows of open walled cells in disinterest as her eyes landed on a solitary prisoner who was sleeping on a spartan army cot. Walking to the bars of his cell she rattled them until he jerked awake, smirking as he looked at her incredulously.
"What you in here for?"
The man narrowed dark brown eyes, running a broad hand to run through short black hair as lips parting in a sigh before he responded.
"Why would a civie like you wanna know?"
Her smirked widened.
"Cause depending on the answer I just might let you outta here."
"*grunt* Ya know about the little N.B.E.'s?"
"You mean the sparklings are the Cybertronian equivalent of babies or small children?"
"…Yea~; them.
I kinda figured that; a lotta them acted too much like my nephew for comfort.
Anyways I used to guard some of them; grew attached to them—one in particular—and decided I didn't wanna hafta listen to their screams no more. I tried ta sneak some of them outta here one day but I got caught and—well.
Here I am."
Morwenna nodded, unlocking the door and moving back down the hallway before looking back at the man, her eyes glinting in determination.
"My name is Morwenna Morrigan and I am on a mission to save as many sparklings as possible. I would be grateful if you would help."
The man grinned wryly, jogging to catch up to her and accepting the guns handed out to him as he spoke.
"Michael Donahue; let's get to it."
Smirking Morwenna lead him back out into the hallway and down the direction she had been traveling in earlier, the pair splitting up as that hallway ended and they were faced with a long hallway that stretched in either direction. Early morning light streaming in windows at either end let the both of them know that they were nearly finished, Morwenna grabbing Michael by the arm before he could take off.
"I've scratched arrows onto the walls of the hallways that will lead any sparkling you may find back to Sunstreaker—."
"Who?"
"Oh my—the large N.B.E. He's their version of an adult and they are VERY protective of their youngling; they will be safe once they get to him and if we run into any soldiers I want to have as few sparklings with us as possible. When you have a decently sized group find one that understands you and tell him or her to follow the arrows until they see the other sparklings, got it?"
"Got it."
"Good; hurry and good luck."
"You too."
With that they took off in opposite directions, Morwenna cursing as she looked at the time.
3:28 a.m.
Knowing how early military liked to start their day she estimated that they had maybe 2 hours at the most; hopefully they could make it back to Sunstreaker in time.
Morwenna came across two more offices—which she took all of the information from and melted the hard drives to—and 5 more sparklings before she reached the end of her part of the hallway, cursing as she looked outside and saw a LOT of personnel transports pull up all around the building.
'DAMN IT!'
Scooping up the mini-sparks that had been following her she flew down the hall, meeting Michael halfway; he had seen them too.
"How many on your end?"
"I didn't really count, but if I had to guess I'd say 10-ish."
"Ok; 10 on your end and 12 on mine—at least 5 more to completely surround the building. With 15 to 20 soldiers in each—."
"We are royally screwed."
They turned yet another corner and ran down the hallway, the sound of a faint explosion spurring them onward at even greater speeds. The sparklings that were draped on them clung on in terror as they barreled down the last hallway before the last turn that lead to Sunstreaker—and straight into enemy forces. Michael pulled Morwenna into one of the rooms as they opened fire, keeping them distracted with cover fire as Morwenna frantically undid the cover to an air vent, throwing a flash and smoke grenade in the direction of the troops before hauling himself up into the ducts. They crawled forward as fast as possible, Morwenna letting out a cry of relief as she heard Sunstreaker's voice.
"This way!"
Maneuvering her legs around Morwenna jumped down a vertical shaft, kicking out the grate at the end and calling out the all clear once she had exited, Michael following soon after. Morwenna turned to talk to the large mech—only to get bowled over by dozens of sparklings. Michael chuckled as he crawled out of the vent and saw her predicament, letting out a half-hearted 'Oh sh—!' before he disappeared in his own dog-pile of tiny metallic bodies. A deep rumble from Sunstreaker had them scrambling off the two humans, the both of them shaking their heads before rushing to help the yellow mech defend the doorway.
"We'll hold them off; you find something in here to block the doorway!"
The yellow saboteur glared at her menacingly before he moved off; as much as he hated having a fleshling telling him what to do he knew that she was acting in the best interest of the sparklings. Conducting a surface scan of the room his optics lit up as he spotted the metal plate he had been strapped to earlier, ripping it from its bolting and carrying it to the front of the room. The ground shuddered as Sunstreaker drove it in deep, bending the edges towards the wall so that no human could enter.
"Now what fleshling?"
"Call me fleshling one more time and I'll call you Megatron 'till we meet up with Optimus."
"I'd rather eat slag."
"Then at least call me organic you stubborn aft!"
Morwena sighed in frustration, smiling as Vultus came up to her and snuggled into her side. Hearing a loud 'omph' she turned to find Michael on the floor, one of the smaller sparklings snuggling up under his chin with static-y, chirping cries. Michael smiled and hooked one arm around the tiny metallic body as he stood back up, gently rubbing his hand up and down the mechlings back while talking to him softly.
"I assume that's the sparkling you tried to escape with?"
Michael nodded, shifting the sparkling so that he lay within the cradle of his arms, one servo clutching at his shirt as he looked up at Morwenna. Smiling Morwenna knelt to talk with Vultus, pointing at the tiny mech in Michael's arms as she did so.
"Michael and I need to find a way to get you guys' outta here and away from the bad humans. We need you be a good mechling and look after the others while we do this alright? Can you take care of…..?"
"Carbon; after the steel."
"Can you take care of Carbon and the others for me?"
Vultus nodded seriously, rapping his arms around Carbon and holding him against his chest as Michael handed him over, both humans nodding at each other before they strode towards the far end of the room, Sunstreaker not far behind.
"Sunstreaker; I need you to blow out this wall with a hole big enough for a truck to drive through. Once the rubble has settled I need Michael to run out to one of the unmanned transports and drive it back here; I'll be alternating between providing support fire for Sunstreaker and gathering the sparklings together so that we can get outta here.
After all the sparklings are in the truck I want Michael to drive down the road as fast as possible while Sunstreaker shoots at anybody who tries to follow—I'll be in the back trying to keep the sparklings calm."
"What happens if there's soldiers' waiting outside?"
"Do you honestly have a better idea?
They won't stop until all of us are captured or dead; Sunstreaker and the sparklings for being what they are and us for actually having some common sense and decency. And I can guarantee you that if they are captured again not one of them will make it past the end of the month."
Michael sighed and cocked his gun, a steely glint entering his eyes as he thought about the truth in her statement.
"Let's do this."
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Sgt. Samuel T. Morris leaned against the transport vehicle in complete boredom—teams Alpha and Bravo had already mobilized towards hangar 1A where the largest N.B.E. was held while Teams X-Ray and Zulu were methodically checking the building for the two civilians that were reportedly freeing the smaller N.B.E.'s. When he had pointed out that the Sector 7—a branch of government he had never even HEARD of before—security must really suck for them to have their asses beat by CIVIES, his team—Team Yankee—got stuck outside on fucking guard duty.
He just knew that this was a punishment for his comment earlier, after all; what did they expect the enemy to do? It isn't like any of the N.B.E.'s—which he had never seen—were big enough to blast a hole in the—
THOOM!
Sgt. Morris was knocked clear off his feet as the rear wall of the hangar exploded, parts of the reinforced concrete flying out more than 15 feet before crashing into the earth, the dust cloud kicked up from falling debris preventing anyone from catching a glimpse as to what was inside.
"NOW MICHAEL!"
A small human-sized blur shot out of the dust cloud towards one of the personnel transports and for a second Samuel thought that THAT might be the N.B.E.—until one of his soldiers yelled out that is.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS THAT?"
Morris looked in the direction that they were pointing, breath catching as he caught sight of two glowing blue orbs—up a hell of a lot higher that what any human could ever hope to reach. As the dust settled, he was able to see that it had wheels for feet; cables, wires, struts, hydraulics and engine parts all combining together to create a giant yellow machine that had deadly blades extending from its wrists that were nearly as tall as it was. It shifted its stance, crouching down with one leg extended as it smirked at the Yankee team—and then it friggin spoke.
"Hello organics; want to play?"
The humans stood there, too stunned to do anything—until one of the soldiers yelled out.
"HE'S STEALING THE TRUCK!"
Everything exploded into CHAOS.
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Morwenna kept the sparklings back behind some of the larger computers that were located near the large, gaping hole in the wall. She winced as the discharge of Sunstreakers plasma gun created a shock wave across the ground, fighting the exhaustion of being up all night and shot at some of the soldiers that were trying to flank the yellow mech. The blaring of a horn had Morwenna poking her head above her cover; nearly laughing with relief as the heavily armored truck came barreling into the space.
"Get them all on NOW!"
Morwenna worked as quickly as possible, frantically counting in her head as they were lightly tossed into the interior of the transport.
'Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine…..FOTRY!'
After a quick glance around the room she raised the gate and locked them inside, running around to the front where Michael was providing cover fire for Sunstreaker.
"They're all in; let's go!"
"Carbon!"
"Vultus still has a hold of him. Now let's get outta here before they get smart and block our escape route!
SUNSTREAKER: ROLL OUT!"
Morwenna practically dove into the back of the transport truck, telling all of the sparklings to sit down and hold on to something as she dragged Vultus and Carbon onto her lap, yelping slightly as the truck suddenly shot forward. Chirping cries and surprised warbles filled the air as Michael turned sharply and they slid to one side, Morwenna yelling at them to hold on and duck as bullets flew all around them.
Morwenna grit her teeth and held on for the bumpiest ride of her life, grabbing some of the smaller sparklings as they were in danger of being crushed by the larger sparklings. She cursed as they shot out into a paved back road, thankful that Sunstreaker had enough sense to transform into an altmode—even if that altmode looked like a bright yellow Nissan that got into a fight with a blender and lost.
As they moved further and further away from the hidden mountain base Morwenna couldn't help but wonder what was in store.
'May Primus protect us.'
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Word Count without AN Notes: 5,210
Next Time: Morwenna explains how she knows everything, nice old couple on a farm help them, the sparklings prove to be a handful, and we check in on Tom.
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