In their past lives

Kivar hands a set of notes off to a subordinate. They nod and walk away. He turns around and closes the door. Zan and Ava sit, pretending to still be tired up against the bed. Their arch enemy gets closer, a smirk on his face. Ava shifts slightly, shifting her weight. Zan sees this and gives her an eye, as if to say not to do what he thought she was going to do. She rolls her eyes at him, and then jumps up quickly. Full-out body slamming Kivar, they slid to the ground.

"Run, save the throne!" Ava screamed, while wrestling with Kivar.

Zan stood up, shocked. "I can't."

"You must, that's an order!" She bellowed.

He ran to attack Kivar. "I'll kill you!"

"No!" Ava's voice echoed loudly.

The walls shook as her palm became out-stretched; her power suddenly surged and knocked Zan all the way out into the hall outside their chambers.

"You're the face of an entire world, run!" She begged aloud.

The doors were shut by Kivar – making use of his powers. Zan tried to open them, but they were locked tight. There was a scuffle; he could hear Ava scream and cry – then silence. Zan pounded the doors with his fists so hard that when they finally opened, he fell through the doorway, landing on his knees. Through teary eyes, he saw his worst nightmare unfold before him.

"Ava… petal?" His voice cracked. He had not called her that since they were young.

He crawled to her, sliding her on his lap, he looked at her face. Still and silent. A mere shell of what had once been. He started to cry. It was a full, thick sob. His tears burned down his cheeks, feeling more like hot pokers.

"I won't let you go for nothing. We go together. We go all the way. I promise you."

He lifted her body up, and ran down the corridor. Kivar had disappeared. More than likely he was starting his plans for a complete take-over. Simply taking the thrown would not be enough. No matter how many people hated Zan, there were still enough people that liked him, which would cause riots, civil wars and much more. Many horrible things would happen in the wake of this day. The king of Antar knew his world was falling from grace. It was about to take the largest hit of all however. It was about to loose its king.

"Here we are…" He kicked open the door, and shut it behind him with his foot.

Setting his bride down on the floor, he turned the lights on. Zan spun around, hunched over and whispering. He was lowly calling out for his scientist to come out of hiding. After a moment, a small man with very large eyes and ears appeared from behind a machine.

"The time has come to test this device." Zan said.

The scientist shook with nervousness. "My, my lord, no. It's not done."

"Does it work?"

He nodded with a little fear. "Yes sir, but your incarnate may not have the memories of this life. It could lead to a problem with you returning to us."

Zan took a look at his dead wife's face. Her sweetness floated into his mind, he touched her cheek, bending down to inhale her sweet scent for just a moment before doing his final act as king.

"I could never forget her." He said with confidence.

The scientist grunted uncomfortably. "You really won't have any control over the ultimate retention of memory from this life. It's more just a matter of luck."

"I know in my heart that we'll be together again. I feel it." He stood back up, flipped the lever on his left, which started the strange machine in the room. "Do it."

The machine looked like a large sphere. It spun around wildly, while it spun light started to fill it up. Zan stared at it for a moment. The scientist pressed a button, the sphere of light opened up.

"When you go in, there will be a moment of warmth, then the light will appear to fade, and…."

Zan nodded. "What about Vilondra and Rath, and my wife?"

"I have collected Princess Vilondra's and Commander Rath's samples. All that is needed is the Queen, and of course you, my lord."

The king scooped his wife up and stepped into the sphere. The light boomed forth, spilling onto the floor and engulfing all things near. And when it faded, the scientist opened the sphere to find the King collapsed with his wife on top of him. They were now both dead.

Their present lives

Isabel's head arched forward, the light that beamed from her was gone. Liz was startled, shaking in the corner. The alien princess grabbed the driver and forced him to come to a stop.

"This is it, right?" She smirked. Pulling Liz out of the vehicle, she threw the girl to the ground. "This is where you hide the orb? You are a fool."

Liz crawled away from Isabel, and lifted herself from the ground. "You don't even know." She smiled.

"What do you mean?"

The human-turned-alien stepped back, bent down and touched the dirt. "You have no idea what the orb does. Do you?"

"I don't care what they do. The humans need it, and I'm helping them to fulfill my own needs. There is nothing wrong with that."

She bore a hole into the ground with her powers, and reached in. After a moment, Liz pulled out the orb. "This? The humans want this?" She laughed. "This isn't going to help them with anything…"

"Oh and why is that?"
"Vilondra… you power hungry whore. You are so blinded by yourself that you don't see deception very well, do you?" Liz chided.

The princess cocked her head. "Have you been deceiving me? Absurd, you are a commoner!"

"I was a member of the royal court. I held power, but not political sway. Why do you think the king came to my bedroom night after night? Why do you think I was the one person that was ever able to even come close to splitting the king from his queen? Why?"

Becoming somewhat nervous, Isabel's eyes focused. "Why then, tell me."

"I possessed the power of intoxication. I could delight the king with my wiles. This was not however, my sole gift. I was also a skilled thief. I stole this one night, long ago, while sitting in the main hall of the palace with the other members of the king's court." Her mouth carved into a crooked smile.

Isabel ground her teeth together. "You stole from the throne!"

"Unlike you four, I studied my history in school as a child. When I saw the orbs, I remembered exactly what their potential was. This is the Orb of Might. The other is the Orb of Eternity. Together they offer eternal might to the throne. They were used as a symbol. Long ago however they bestowed upon your great, great grandfather the power to take the throne, ushering into Antar it's next era of Royalty. The orb of might had transformed your kin into a walking embodiment of supremacy, the orb of eternity allowed that power to be passed down, from generation to generation – to your brother Zan, and to you – Vilondra. However, with hear passing year the memory of what had given your family so much faded, and you all became used to your roles as leaders. But not I. My family gave those orbs to your great, great grandfather when he was only a soldier. They were a gift that was meant for my kin, not yours! With my powers I was able to seduce the king, but I could never kind the other orb."

"How did they end up on the ship in 47?" Isabel asked, as if to disprove her story.

Liz laughed. "I haven't a clue. When you killed me, I lost track of them. No matter. Now you will pay for all the trouble you have caused me!"

"What are you gonna do, stare me to death? Your power doesn't come close to mine, you are just a fool." Isabel took strides toward Liz.

The girl grinned. "Fine, I can play."

She tossed the orb into the air; it lit up like a Christmas tree before shattering on the ground like glass. A huge bolt of light shot into the sky where it broke and Liz stepped into the light. At once the light swirled around her, lifted her up and tossed her back down. She landed on her feet, radiant and glowing, but not very angelic looking. Her face was different somehow, more like Kesia had been.

"What the hell?" Isabel covered her eyes from the blinding light.

Liz's voice echoed as she laughed, sounding like there was two of her. "This is the might of Antar. This is the strength that flows through your veins, and now through mine as well!"

"Enough is enough; Time to shut up the loud mouth." Isabel scoffed, laying her hand out to blow her back.

Her blast of power did nothing to faze Liz. In fact it seemed to make her overjoyed. The power-crazed girl took a deep breath, seeming to suck in all the air around her. Then, she blew the air out. Such a flood of wind came forth that Isabel lifted from the ground and skidded along the desert sand. When she stood up, she realized that this time she may have bitten off more than she could chew.

On the floor, in the hospital wing of the base; Max groggily rose to his feet. His hands were throbbing, and he noticed his vision was different – more detail, more vivid.

"Tess?" He said quietly. "Where are you?" He spun around to find his wife missing. "How long was I out?" He wondered aloud.

He reached down and grabbed the clip board from one of the beds that had contained the children. On it said:

Alien-human hybrid, age: 6. Same DNA as previously held Alien-human hybrid by the name of 'Max Evans' (Note: Evans is a believed member of a group of aliens planned to invade America.) Confidential level: 9 – TOP SECRET – Project Name: Sandstorm.

"Same DNA?" He placed the clip board back. "They must have sent new hybrids." Max concluded.

The king of Antar snuck back into the halls of the base, more confused then ever. On top of it all, he was by himself now, and looking for his son, wife and sister. He feared he was the only one left, and that now, there was nothing left to live for.

Not too far away was Tess. She opened the third to last door in a series of doors. They were filling a small hallway tucked in the back of the building. As she got closer, she recognized the walls as being soundproof. 'They want to keep something quite.' She thought. The door slid open, what sat in her view was the most awe-inspiring thing she had ever seen. On a table, surrounded by an incubator made of bulletproof glass, inside a room that had two doctors and an armed guard was, Zan!

He was medicated, his breathing low. Tess' nostrils flared. They didn't know she was behind them, staring at her baby. He was hooked up to ever damn wire she saw! Her heart beat faster. What right did they have to touch her child? What right did they have to endanger his life? Her anger grew.

In an instant upon seeing her child in such peril – Tess charged into the room – fists up and ready. Sparks kicked up from behind her heels. An unseen electric energy charged the room with tension. It seemed to rev Tess up, and Zan started to move a little more.

Snatching her baby, and spinning around so fast on her heels, dust spread on the floor. She turned a corner, and another, and another. Speeding down the halls at a rate she'd never reached – she moved like superman. She was running so quickly she couldn't read the door numbers anymore. She didn't know which way to go. All she cared about was getting Zan and herself out of there in one piece. With Max dead, Michael dead and Isabel missing Tess knew she didn't stand a chance unless she could get out of here and hide.

Only one area over Max was dizzily searching for Tess and Zan. It was while he was sneaking from one side of a hall to the other when he heard something. The sound was piercing. It bore a hole into him and caused his entire body to freeze like a deer in the headlights. The sound was perfect, and absolute. It was Zan! He was crying!

"Zan!" Max screamed at the top of his lungs.

Running from the guards, troops, and doctors - all aiming to kill her and her child – Tess sighed in relief. For as she ran, Zan began to cry - and she finally knew by the sound of his lungs that he was ok. A moment later she heard another voice that thrilled her to the point of having an anxiety attack.

"Max?" Tess screamed back. She heard him cry out for Zan. Didn't she? Tess was sure she heard someone call for Zan, it had to be Max! Max was alive!

"Tess?" The voice cried back.

"I'm here! Over here!" She screamed.

"Where? I can't find you!" He exclaimed, his voice seeming to fade away.

"No the other way, this way, here, here!" She screamed, while ducking a shotgun bullet as it whizzed by her head.

"I'm coming!" He screamed back, this time he was close.

Turning another corner Tess slammed to a stop. Max rounded the corner as well and screeched to a quick stop. They were nose to nose, Zan placed between them. Without a moment to hesitate, Max held out his hand and started a barrier. Tess kept a safe distance behind Max, as they made their way down the hall back to back – keeping an eye out for troops from any direction.

With only the troops who were chasing Tess behind them, Max's thoughts turned to rage. He was fiercely mad at them for harming his son, for touching his wife, for killing his brother and probably his sister too! His hands started to ache again. This time, they began to glow a golden color. His hands were throbbing light with each pulse of his heart. The more beats the brighter his hands got. Tess backed away, shielding Zan from any possible danger. Max closed his barrier and began to walk toward his enemies. Soon the walk turned into a run and he pushed the first man he touched clear through two cement walls. The man's body lay crushed under a large pile of broken cement. Seeing the vast destruction Max caused, the troops got trigger happy. But Max sped toward the closest soldier and bent the nozzle of the man's gun back at him. The gun back-fired and tore a hole in the guy's face. The final soldier left; dropped his gun in fright and ran for help. The man with half a face left rolled on the ground in pain. Stepping over the bodies of his victims Max's hands finally stopped throbbing. He looked to his wife and son and knew at once why Tess had killed those men to save Zan so long ago. Given her position, he now knew with certainty that he would have done the same thing.