This is the prologue to the sequal of "The Unknown" -http/ read this first or you will not know new character or plot!
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Disclaimer - I do not own Roswell or any part there of. The occupier (the occupiers name will be mentioned later in this story!) is my own character!
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MadRoswellFan aka Melanie
The Revealed
Prologue
One month on from events in "The Unknown". It is late at night. A tall dark empty building stands in a remote area of New Mexico. The building is covered in dust and grime, for no one had entered its doors for years it was believed. However, this had not been true for the last few weeks. The new "occupier" of the building entered, followed by her disciple.
"Get the communicator" the occupier intoned.
The disciple rushed forwards and waved his hand in front of a dirty black wall. For a few seconds the wall shone with a blue light, as though instantly the darkness and dirtiness had been cleansed. The disciple thrust his hand deep into the wall and extracted from it a strange looking device. The instant his hand was removed the wall regained its original dank state. The disciple rushed back to his master and gave the device over. The occupier turned the device over, stroking it lovingly. The occupier then took position and concentrated.
A column of green light appeared before the occupier.
"I request back up." The occupier said.
The green light formed two, dark black, oval shaped eyes.
"Do you have a plan?" The light replied, forming words that seemed to come from all around the room.
"Yes. There is no way I can lose. But I need zentradi" the occupier stated.
"Zentradi? How many? This plan had better work my love, you know I will not take failure lightly" said the voice calmly.
"5. I know. I will not fail you my king" the occupier replied.
"Very well" the light replied and vanished.
The occupier grinned devilishly. The occupier dismissed the disciple, who turned and strode out of the room, but not before the occupier had whispered in to the air.
"Now its my turn to play Max"
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