Chapter Seven
"How about this one?" Kyle asked as they looked at images of islands. Sophie gave a soft grunt as one side of her lips turned up, her hand to her chin as she thought.
Hmm, it looks kind of windy, and there aren't many trees, she replied. Kyle frowned and nodded in agreement.
With most of the forms filled out and filed, now their attentions had turned to where they were going to live. Although Zeraven was a nice place, the main reason Kyle had chosen Zerichs II was the isolation and privacy. The fear of Weyland-Yutani finding them was always at the back of his mind.
According to Zerichs II law, they had to reside on the planet for three years in order to be granted Citizenship. Sure, they could just stay in their ship, but Kyle wanted them to have a home. A place they were always happy to return to. A place of comfort and safety, a sanctuary. Sophie had agreed wholeheartedly. Even so, the search for a home was more than a little trying.
With more than eight thousand islands across the planet surface, there was quite a selection.
There were some islands that were entirely composed of floating trees, known as "Wandering Willows". They were, in effect, floating forests. There also were many islands of floating Coralyte, that were not at all attached to the land under the ocean. Many of the Celtic Tribes lived on such islands. Some islands were virtually all swamps and marshlands, while others were nothing but dry patches of sandy desert.
Kyle scratched his head, bewildered at the choices they had. Sophie purred and embraced him. Don't worry, Kyle. We'll find a place to call home. It'll take us a while, but we'll find it, she soothed. He stroked her hand as he looked up at her and returned her smile.
You're right. Thank you, Sophie. She nuzzled him softly as she thrummed.
It had been about two weeks since The Remembrance, and it had made them want to know more about the history of such a world that cared so much. The history files contained the answers.
Right from the very start, Zerichs II had been a world with a very low population, and thus, a haven for privateers, outlaws and other misfits. As much as has been written about privateers, pirates, to use the colloquial term, the privateers of the region, known by locals as "Gentlemen of the Stars" or The Gentlemen were some of the most helpful people. Had it not been for them, the first Zerichs colonists would have died. The Gentlemen had given food, medicine and other aid to the beleaguered settlers while the Colonial Administration was sitting on its collective behind. This unofficial aid didn't stop with the founding of Zeraven City and the coming of the Colonial Government. Much to the vexation of the Colonial Governor. This made Kyle and Sophie both giggle. It would take a while to learn enough to pass the Citizenship test, but it was proving to be a lot of fun as well.
As Kyle minimized the history file, Sophie purred when she saw one of the islands the Celtic Tribes inhabited. It was a beautiful land of rolling hills and fields of wheat and barley, shining like gold. Kyle couldn't help smiling as Sophie hugged him.
What a lovely place. If there were more trees, I'd say we should move there, Sophie purred. Kyle stroked her face as they looked at a few more islands.
We'll keep looking. I'm sure we'll find the right one, eventually. Sophie gave a soft snort as she suddenly had an idea.
Granny Rose! We should ask her. If anyone would have good ideas, she would. Kyle grinned at Sophie.
"You're right. Thank you, Sophie," Kyle replied. Sophie purred as she got up and pulled on her burnoose and Kyle got his jacket.
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Spring was springing everywhere on Zerichs II as they walked through the city. Flowers were blooming, birds were singing and the sun was shining as a soft, gentle breeze from the west blew the soft, clean scent of trees and grass across Zeraven. It was a beautiful day, and they both felt good.
In a way, the port looked different now, smaller. After seeing Zeraven and walking through it, it was hard to look at it the same way. As they approached Granny Rose's shop, they were happy to see the Black Fence was completely gone, with not a single trace left of the malevolence that had once resided there.
Peter was sweeping dust from the front step when he spotted Kyle and Sophie.
"Hey, you two! Come on in! Granny, set the kettle on the boil!" Peter called into the shop. Kyle shook Peter's hand and Sophie purred her greeting as they entered.
"Kyle! Sophie! Glad to see you again. Come, have a seat and a nice chat. You too, Peter. You deserve a break." Kyle couldn't help smiling as they sat with Granny Rose. Gur trilled as he set down a tray with tea, tea-cakes and many other treats.
"It's nice to see you again, Granny. We've been a little busy," Kyle said as he spooned some sugar into his tea. Granny Rose smiled and shook her head.
"Been the same, dearie. So, how have things been for you two?" she asked as she stirred her tea. Kyle smiled softly as he sipped his tea.
"Exciting. I never knew that this is where Tobias Morgan was from. Since it was so long ago, nobody Off-World really cares." Granny Rose sighed softly, resigned, as she nodded.
"I know, dear. That's how such horrible things keep happening; People get complacent, think it happened so long ago, it has no relevance anymore. Or that it can't happen again," said the old woman, a tone of sadness and regret in her tone.
"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it," said Gur through his keyboard. Kyle nodded curtly, as did Sophie.
The very fact that Zerichs II remembered the Milurian Holocaust as if it had happened yesterday was nothing short of a miracle to Kyle. No other world that he knew of would care about anything that happened two-hundred years ago. Sophie moaned as she gently held Kyle's hand.
"If more people were like Tobias, there wouldn't be such hatred and war as there is," Peter opined. Granny Rose smiled and Gur trilled.
"As long as we remember his words, his deeds, and hold them sacred, his memory will endure. People like Tobias are rare, but when they do come about, they surely shine," said Granny Rose, the warm, grandmotherly smile adorning her face. Sophie purred and Kyle nodded his agreement.
As Kyle took a bite of one of the delightful tea-cakes with icing, Granny Rose seemed to remember something. "Oh, Kyle. I forgot to ask," she began as Sophie purred. "How has that paint set been working for you?" At this, Kyle smiled broadly.
"Wonderfully. Thank you so much. I haven't had so much fun in years," Kyle replied as Sophie hugged her mate. Peter looked surprised, almost spilling his tea.
"Uh, you got those paints here?" Peter looked surprised. Granny Rose smiled and nodded.
"Well, as you know, I come across all manner of curiosities, my dear," she replied. Gur gave an amused chuff. Peter smiled wider as he took another scone.
"You should see his paintings! I've never seen anything like them from modern artists," said Peter as he spoke around a mouthful of tea and scone. Granny Rose beamed at this.
"How wonderful! I'm so glad," said the elderly shopkeeper. Peter smiled and nodded.
"In fact, you could maybe make some extra money by selling them," said Peter. Peter suddenly stopped and snapped his fingers. "That's it! You could sell Kyle's paintings! They're most definitely a curiosity if ever there was one!" Kyle couldn't help a slight blush at this idea. Granny Rose chuckled, noticing Kyle's red face.
"That's a wonderful idea, Peter, but I have an even better one," Granny Rose grinned a secret grin as she chuckled. Gur twittered, his feelers twitching. "There is an art gallery in Zeraven, and not a small one, either. I know the fellow who runs it. Give me a few days to set things up, and I'll get you two in to see him." Both Kyle and Peter stared at her, blinking in stunned amazement, bewilderment and a hint of hope.
"Uh, me? Kyle's the artist. What do I have to do with it?" Peter asked. Granny Rose chuckled.
"Oh, don't play that, dear! You're extremely talented at appraising art, and you have a very keen eye for detail. Besides, he could pay you much better than I could, which you deserve, my boy." Peter looked close to tears. Sophie moaned and he felt her pat his shoulder. Peter smiled and looked at her. He was surprised to see both her arms were around Kyle.
How had she-? Sophie purred deeply and Gur seemed amused. "I've seen many young people flounder and struggle to find their place in this world. Sadly, many fail and fall," her voice was filled with regret, of memories of people and places long since gone. Gur gently patted Granny Rose on the shoulder, to which she smiled gratefully. "If I can help at least one person find their way and shine, than I've lived a good life." Kyle couldn't help frowning at this.
Granny Rose had become such a close friend, and such a fixture in their life, he couldn't imagine life without her. Sophie purred deeply and gently as she reached out and gently held the old woman's hand. Granny Rose smiled as she gently closed her hand around Sophie's, their hands hidden by Sophie's burnoose. "You're all good people, every one of you. If Tobias were here, I know he'd be honored to be in your company." Those words carried deep meaning that was lost on none of them. Gur trilled as he typed.
"Good attracts good. Light grows, makes other happy. Kindness, heroes, open Golden Door." Kyle smiled at Gur's message.
"Right you are, Gur," Granny Rose replied. She looked at Kyle. "Now then, dear, come back tomorrow and bring some drawings and some of the smaller paintings. I'll send holos of them to the gallery owner," Granny Rose instructed. Kyle smiled and nodded. Peter looked both excited, and also nervous.
"Be sure to bring that one of the stairway, that I'm sure will get their attention," said Peter. Kyle nodded and Sophie purred.
As they left Granny Rose's shop, Kyle realized they'd completely forgotten to ask Granny Rose about the islands. Kyle smiled and shook his head.
We can ask her tomorrow. Besides, we won't be moving anywhere for a while, yet, said Sophie. Kyle nodded as they left the port and headed back through Zeraven.
You're right. Thank you, Sophie. She purred as she gently held his hand.
As they walked along the sidewalk, they heard a sound that made Sophie stop dead in her tracks, a sound that both set her ablaze, and froze her to her very soul: the cry of a human child.
A little boy in shorts and a t-shirt was standing across the street, looking around, his tiny, round face a mask of confusion and sadness. Seeing the boy's tear-streaked face pulled at every feminine fiber in her being. Even from where she was, she could smell the distress and sadness of the little child. Kyle was almost too stunned at both the scene, and the distraught feelings from Sophie to even think. As Sophie gave a moan and moved to cross the street, Kyle stopped her. She gave a soft growl as she looked at Kyle, then back to the child.
The boy looked around, eyes flooded with tears, clearly frightened and lost. That was when a shadow of something large fell over him. He turned and looked up at the tall being that towered over him.
"I . . . I can't find my mommy," the boy whimpered. The reply was a coo, as soft and melodious as a dove's as two large hands, covered with scales and soft, fur-like feathers, gently and lovingly picked the boy up. Two deep mahogany eyes stared at the boy from a face that was not so much unlike a Barn Owl. Soft, creamy-white fur softly blended into golds and browns, the beak a pale white. The top of the head was adorned with a magnificent crown of feelers that twitched and swayed softly. The boy whimpered, not in fear, but sadness. The female Shamolene gently and tenderly tucked the child under her beak, safe and warm against the soft beard of fur as she gave a deep, resonant purring trill.
Kyle and Sophie stared at the female Shamolene as she held the boy as if he was made of spun glass. The Shamolene mother gave a deep, grumbling bark that Kyle could barely hear, but Sophie picked it up clear as day. The sounds ranged in tones from clicks, to brief screeches, to wheezes, all of them too low for humans to hear. They were surprised when Sophie felt many Shamolenes approaching, and fast. Sophie and Kyle stood to the side as two large male Shamolenes came rushing out of an alley behind them. Another three came from up the street, and four more from out of a shop. The mother Shamolene chirped and twittered in her language, and the others quickly scattered in every direction.
Kyle, she's lovely, said Sophie as she watched the Shamolene mother gently rock the boy, as if he was her own. She looked so elegant and regal, like some goddess of mercy and compassion, comforting a lost soul. Kyle smiled as he watched.
The Shamolenes were a matriarchal society, the most famous being their Empress, Akidiothti. Females led Shamolene society, and looked after all others within their domain.
"Billy?!" yelled a woman's voice. The boy looked up as a woman came running up, several Shamolenes with her.
"Mommy!" The Shamolene mother held him out so his mother could scoop him into her arms.
"I was so scared! Don't wander off like that!" she sounded on the verge of tears. She looked at the Shamolene mother, her watery eyes filled with gratitude. She gently held her hand. "Thank you so much! Thank you," she almost was sobbing. The Shamolene closed her eyes and gently bowed her head, her crest tucking close to her head, a gesture of honor and respect among their kind.
Kyle gently held Sophie's hand as they watched.
What kind, wonderful people, said Sophie, awed, and filled with happiness.
And here, that kind of kindness is not uncommon. This is how a society should be. Sophie agreed.
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Back on their ship, Kyle took the time to sort through all his drawings and paintings, seeing which he felt were the best of his works. Sophie was sitting on their bed, reading through the history files. Kyle frowned as he looked at one of his paintings, his chest feeling tight and generally feeling nervous. As he began to set the painting aside, Sophie stopped him mentally.
That one's good; bring it, she said softly. Kyle looked up at her. He'd never sold any drawings or paintings before, so he was nervous about the whole thing.
I don't know, Sophie. I mean, art is so-
Kyle, you're very talented. Peter knows what he's talking about. Don't worry, my love, she comforted, warm and tender thoughts flowing from her mind. Kyle looked at her and smiled warmly.
"Thank you, Sophie." She trilled in reply. With his worries eased, he went back to sorting through his works, looking for the ones that best captured that unique look inspired by Sophie.
As Kyle was filing drawings into a portfolio, Sophie hissed with shock and surprise.
Kyle, come here! He stopped and looked up.
"What is it?" he asked as he came over. Sophie was staring at the holo-screen in complete shock, not looking away as Kyle came closer. He blinked in confusion as he looked at the screen:
HEROIC SHIP CAPTAIN JAILED! SHIP IMPOUNDED!
Kyle couldn't believe what he was reading. Absently, he sat on the bed next to Sophie.
"'Jailed'? Tobias was jailed?!" Kyle couldn't believe it. Sophie moaned as she pulled Kyle into her lap. The history file didn't lie.
Upon returning to Zerichs II, Tobias Morgan was jailed for treason, sedition, orchestrating an armed rebellion and smuggling, among other trumped-up charges. They were death-penalty offenses. Kyle's eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as he read, unable to believe it. The people of the time were as shocked as Kyle was. What made Kyle, and everyone else, even madder, was all the ships of Mercy's Caravan were impounded, including the ten-thousand Milurians aboard them. This had riled the populace bad enough, but when the Colonial Governor, Walter Birch, was caught talking about selling off the cargo, IE, the Milurians, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Ship captains, shopkeepers, sailors, fishermen, they all got together and stormed the police station to free Tobias. Interestingly, all the police had been away having coffee, so Tobias was freed without violence. Governor Birch fled long before anyone got anywhere near his mansion, which, in effect, left Zerichs II without a government. With no other option, The People declared themselves free, and that Zerichs II was no longer a Colonial world, but a free sovereign world. Kyle and Sophie smiled when they saw pictures of a crowd gathered around Tobias as he was led out of jail, people cheering and shouting. Kyle scrolled down the pages as they read more of the history of this interesting world.
The public outrage over Birch's words and actions led to protests, riots and violence on almost every world in United Systems space. A riot on Thedus almost killed the United Systems Congressman there. That finally brought home just how outraged people were. The news about what Tobias and the other ship captains of Zerichs II had done spread like wildfire, as did the news of their treatment. The public and the news hailed them as the greatest heroes of humankind, and denounced Birch and those who appointed him. While all this went on, the people of Zerichs II prepared for what they thought would be a revolutionary war. It never came.
On April 1st, 2516AD, Zerichs II was formally declared a Free and Independent World of Sovereignty by the United Systems Congress. Kyle gave a soft laugh and Sophie purred as they saw the photos of the people cheering in the streets. It was a miracle of human history: A revolution without a single death. Kyle couldn't help the tears as he watched a video of the Milurians exiting the ships of Mercy's Caravan and seeing Zerichs II for the first time. They were awed, not just at the beautiful world, but the wonderful people, who gave them the warmest greeting of all.
They watched as the crowed stared at the Milurians, silent, as if none of them knew what to say. Someone stepped forward from the crowd.
"Give me your tired!" the man said.
"Your poor," called another person.
"Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free!" cried another voice.
"The wretched refuse of your teeming shore!"
"Send these,"
"The homeless,"
"Tempest-tost to me," Then the entire crowd cried out in one thunderous voice:
"I lift my lamp beside the Golden Door!" Kyle held Sophie's hand as he watched the Milurians meet the people of their new home. Sophie gave a soft moan as she kissed him on the cheek.
What a wonderful world. We came to the right place, said Sophie as they read the last of the file. Kyle softly nodded.
Yes, Sophie. We did at that, Kyle replied. It was no wonder that Tobias was held in such inestimable regard by the people. Not only had he saved an entire race, he'd helped his world achieve independence and stood for what was right, and had done so without any weapons or any fighting. They both smiled as they saw a picture of Tobias, holding the female Milurian in his arms as he pointed at the ocean. She looked absolutely amazed. Sophie purred as she gently tightened her arms and tail around Kyle.
He really is a true hero, Sophie purred. Kyle nodded as he closed the history file. She brushed a strand of hair from his face as she smiled. And you're my hero. Kyle blushed and smiled shyly as she nuzzled his face lovingly.
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The next day, Kyle had gotten together all his best paintings and drawings. Sophie had helped him to wrap Stairway in the Mists with cloth to protect it, since it was the largest of his paintings. Sophie insisted on carrying it herself, as Kyle had enough to carry as it was. Although he was nervous, Kyle also was excited. As before, Sophie calmed him, soothing his mind with hers, her warm and loving thoughts wrapping around his mind like a soft, warm blanket. As they walked through Zeraven to Granny Rose's shop, they were in awe of this marvelous world and the wonderful people who lived there. It might not be a perfect world, but Kyle knew for a fact there was nowhere else like it.
Granny Rose smiled as the bell of her shop rang.
"Oh, goodness!" she chuckled as Kyle and Sophie brought in the paintings. "You certainly have been busy!" Gur helped Sophie with the large painting, delicately setting it down. Kyle tried not to be too nervous as he removed the cloth. Granny Rose gasped softly. "My word," she gasped as she took in the sight before her.
The painting was of a stairway, going up a mountain into mists. The stairs, and the whole mountain and scene, was monochromatic, many shades of gray, carefully blended, almost to the point the brushstrokes disappeared. What really floored her was the strange manner which Kyle depicted the world. Ribbed tubing and parts of machinery blending into rock and stairs, parts that looked like bone and shapes that flowed in mysterious ways. Peter nodded as he came forward.
"You see what I mean?" Peter asked. Gur clicked and chirped as he studied the painting, cocking his head to one side, his feelers twitching. Granny Rose looked at Kyle, her eyes wide.
"Peter's most certainly right. This is amazing," the awe was clear in granny Rose's voice. Kyle couldn't help a blush as he scratched his neck, faintly embarrassed by such praise.
"Awh, thanks. It was kind of practice to see how tightly I could render," Kyle explained. She smiled as she looked at the painting again.
"You're a fine painter. You did a fabulous job with the tones!" Kyle chuckled softly as Sophie purred. "Let's see the others," she said as she got some tea.
Granny Rose and Gur were very impressed with Kyle's paintings, which Granny Rose called Biomechanical. They were equally impressed with Kyle's drawings in pencil and ink. Granny Rose smiled as she looked at a small painting she held in her lap. This one was of a human figure, arms around themselves, tubes and pipes connecting them to their surroundings. "This could almost be a statement about Man's dependance on machines," she opined. Peter nodded his agreement.
"I thought the same thing," replied Peter. Granny Rose smiled as Gur went behind the counter and retrieved a holo-scanner and set it up. With Peter's help, they scanned the paintings and drawings, Granny Rose typing on a small pad and sending the files to her friend.
"That ought to get Terrance's attention," she chuckled. Kyle smiled as Sophie purred, holding his hand gently.
"Thank you, Granny Rose. You've done so much to help us," said Kyle. She smiled warmly at him, in her eyes a twinkle of merriment, but something else too, a knowing gleam of some kind.
"You're welcome, dearie. If everyone takes the attitude of 'Let someone else do it' or 'Someone else will help', then no one ever will," she said solemnly.
"'If not me, then who?' Words to live by," Kyle replied. Granny Rose smiled and nodded. Kyle sipped some tea. "We read the files about Tobias and how Zerichs got its independence." Granny Rose smiled sadly.
"That's why we treasure the Milurians so dearly. If not for them, we would still be a Colonial world. But there wasn't a single person who wouldn't have gladly given it back, if it would have brought any of the victims back." Gur gently patted Granny Rose before typing.
"Freedom not worth murder. Baldaras protected, Empress protect, nobody fly. Tobias hero, exception, good man, honor in Great Hall," said Gur through his keyboard. Kyle blinked in some confusion. Granny Rose smiled softly.
"Planet Baldaras is protected by the Shamolese Empress herself now. Nobody except Tobias and the captains of Mercy's caravan were allowed to land there after. Tobias was honored by having his name engraved in the Great Hall of History on Shamolea. No other human being has that honor." Kyle smiled softly at that.
"Good. He certainly deserves it," Kyle replied. He frowned as he thought of something. "Granny Rose, what happened to him?" She smiled warmly at him.
"He lived happily ever after," she replied. Kyle blinked in confusion. Granny Rose grinned wider. "There's a delightful little diner in the old part of the city, Mickey's. When you two can, go by there, and you'll see. Their food is also delightful." Sophie purred as she stroked Kyle's hair.
"We will. Thank you, Granny," said Kyle as he finished his tea.
"If I know Terrance, he's probably going to take a few days to get to my message, but I'll let you know, dears," said Granny Rose as she refilled Peter's tea.
"Granny Rose . . . I just can't thank you enough. If not for you, I-" she smiled softly as she shook her head.
"Think nothing of it, dearie." She looked at Kyle and Sophie. "Now, you two take some cakes home with you and be warm. It's supposed to rain later," she advised. Kyle nodded as he and Sophie stood and wrapped the paintings up.
"Thanks again, Granny," said Kyle, his usual grin adorning his face.
XXX
Back on their ship, Kyle felt better than he had in many days. He sat in Sophie's lap as they read more of Zerichs history.
I'm glad they remember, said Kyle as he saw about the founding of the Remembrance. Sophie purred as she stroked his hair gently and lovingly.
So am I. If people forget, their deaths were for nothing. Kyle squeezed her hand as he nodded.
The Remembrance had been held every year without fail since Zerichs gained independence. It was a testament to the spirit of the people. As they read, they were surprised to learn that, at the end of the month, Zerichs celebrated its independence. Sophie purred as she read, her head tilted to the side.
That's a good way to do it. The Remembrance begins the month, and the Independence ends it. Sophie agreed. Kyle was surprised and happy to see that Zerich's Independence wasn't some huge commercial event, dedicated to making money and pushing empty, false patriotism upon the masses. Like The Remembrance, all shops were closed that day. It was a day to reflect on where they came from, what they stood for, and where they were going. Kyle smiled as he looked up at Sophie. It's up to you if you want to go, said Kyle, knowing how cautious Sophie was now about going out in crowds. She purred as she gently brushed a strand of sandy-blonde hair from Kyle's eyes.
I would like to go, but I also want to be careful, she replied. Kyle held her hand and kissed it gently, letting warm, loving thoughts and feelings flow across their link. Sophie thrummed in reply, holding him to her as they enjoyed being close.
Sophie was surprised when Kyle's stomach growled. She gave a stuttering hiss, her version of laughter. Kyle scratched his head, abashed. She purred as she stroked his face. Why don't we take a look at that diner Granny Rose mentioned? Sophie suggested. Kyle smiled before getting up and grabbing his jacket.
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There were some dark clouds here and there in the sky, but the weather was rather nice overall as they walked through Zeraven. They were more cautious than before, sticking to the narrower streets. The older section of Zeraven, oddly enough, looked more like buildings Kyle was familiar with.
The buildings here were the prefabbed metal kind so often used for colonies. Over the years, they had been renovated and refit as needed, but not destroyed. They looked so odd beside the Old Earth-style cottages and houses of Zeraven.
"So, this must be where the original colony was, back in Tobias' time," Kyle mused aloud as they looked around. Sophie gave a very soft, almost inaudible hiss as she looked at the buildings.
They're ugly. I like the other buildings better. Kyle smiled as he agreed.
"Let's see, now. Mickey's, where is it?" Kyle wondered, looking around. Sophie suddenly hissed, and he felt worry from her as she hid in an alley. Before he could ask, he heard the clop of a horse's hooves on the paving stones. Kyle looked up as he saw a horse-drawn cart loaded with wooden barrels coming up the next street.
"Hey, Ethan!" How're things?" someone called out to the man driving the cart.
"Fine, fine. Taking these up to Mickey's," said Ethan, the driver as the cart went past at a fair speed. Kyle smiled.
Well, that helps, doesn't it? Kyle remarked. He could feel Sophie's worry abating, but still present. He turned back and looked at her. See? Nothing happened. We were downwind, and that horse looks better trained than the others. Sophie gave a positive as she emerged from the alley. She hissed as she extended her tongue, smelling the air.
There's vinegar in those barrels, she said, feeling hungry as she smelled the delightful smell of malt vinegar. Kyle chuckled at this, grinning wide.
Well, let's follow, shall we? said Kyle, offering his arm. Sophie thrummed as she gently locked her arm with his, the two of them walking side-by-side as they followed.
They were rather surprised when they saw where the cart had stopped.
The diner was made from an old shipping container that had been converted to a building, as was common practice in colonies, even in the modern day. It was a single story, grayish-tan, with windows cut into it, and a sliding door fitted into the side. A simple neon sign in the window displayed the name Mickey's. Kyle smiled as he squeezed Sophie's hand. Well, this must be the place, said Kyle as they approached. Even through the glass, he could see the people sitting at stools or in booths by the windows. The door slid open with a hiss as they approached. Sophie had to duck ever so slightly to enter.
"Be with ya in a minute!" called someone from behind the counter. Kyle stopped and looked around as Sophie stood next to him.
It was very unspectacular in design, purely functional, but there were some elements of decoration here and there: floats and buoys, nets and other sea and sailing paraphernalia. The clink of plates could be heard, along with hissing and sizzling of food from the kitchen. Several people sat at stools by the long counter. Some people were talking, others enjoying their meals. The whole diner had a very relaxed, comfortable feel. Through the windows, Kyle could see the waves occasionally as they sprayed some white foam as they hit the shore across the street. Sophie gave a soft, deep purr as the smells of fresh cooking drifted to her sensitive olfactory organs. She could smell the scent of vinegar, and couldn't help drooling a little under the hood of her burnoose. Kyle grinned mentally.
This is a nice place, Kyle observed. Sophie gave a positive.
"What can I get you?" said a voice. They looked up at a man standing behind the counter, wiping a plate with a towel. Kyle blinked and as his mind refocused.
"Oh! Uh, sorry, we were just admiring your diner, hadn't been thinking," Kyle said as he scratched his head. The man smiled.
"Take your time. Nice and slow today." The man narrowed his eyes for a moment as he looked at Kyle. The man smiled at the sight of the lanyards Kyle and Sophie wore. "Ah! New, are ya?" the man grinned. Kyle fingered his lanyard.
"Yeah. A friend said we should come here," said Kyle as he looked around. The man behind the counter grinned.
"Well, if it's good food to warm ya on a cold day, ya came to the right place!"
As Kyle walked forward, he noticed one stool, at the corner of the counter, had a large, framed picture sitting on the counter in front of it. Curious, Kyle moved closer. He gasped softly as he recognized the man in the picture. It was Tobias. He was sitting on the same stool, the Milurian female sitting in his lap with her cub in her arms. Tobias was grinning, his arms around the Milurian's waist, the cub nibbling on a piece of toast. The picture was bright and alive with color, a picture of pure joy. Kyle couldn't help the wide smile that came to his face as he saw the happy smiles that Tobias and the Milurian wore. There was a caption at the very bottom of the picture:
Tobias, Shalura and Miala.
4/9/2516
Kyle looked up, and there were other pictures of Tobias and the Milurian, Shalura on the wall. Sophie purred as she wrapped her arms around Kyle.
Kyle, they were a family! Kyle gave a soft laugh as he saw the pictures of Tobias and his mate and child. The man noticed Kyle's attention on the pictures and smiled.
"Good old Tobi came here almost every day. After he came back, he brought Shalura and Miala here with him," said the man, pride clear in his voice. "That man devoted every fiber of his being to making sure they never went without. Or anyone else." Sophie purred as she held Kyle.
What a sweet, wonderful man, said Sophie. Kyle smiled as he looked at the happy faces of Tobias, Shalura and Miala.
Granny Rose was right. I'm so glad for them, said Kyle, glad to see that, though rare, happy endings do exist.
XXX
After returning to their ship with some wonderful food from Mickey's, Kyle had wanted to know as much as he could about what happened to Tobias and his family. A quick use of the search on the history file explained all.
It broke their hearts to read that of Shalura's seven cubs, only her youngest daughter survived the horrors of the camps. Her mate had been killed trying to help others escape. Tobias had gone out of his way to make sure she and her daughter, Miala wanted for nothing, both on Baldaras, and Zerichs. They were his family, and he loved them with everything he was to the day he died. Sophie purred softly, stroking Kyle's hair as they read.
What happened to their daughter? Sophie asked. Kyle typed and was surprised at what came up.
There was a picture of a bronze bust of a Milurian, next to one of a human man. Kyle blinked, almost in disbelief as he saw the bust of Miala Morgan next to that of Jonas Salk.
"Oh, my god," Kyle breathed. "She invented the Selion vaccine . . ."
Selion Disease was perhaps the most horrible disease that human beings had ever encountered. This scourge attacked children under the age of fourteen, attacking and destroying the brain and nervous system slowly, agonizingly, to the point their brain could no longer control even their own heartbeat. Kyle was almost shivering as he read the file. Children had died of Selion Disease on Berren Prime every year. Sophie moaned, cuddling him as he read how Dr. Jonas Salk was Miala's childhood hero, and led her to want to become a doctor herself. "We nearly wiped them out, and they turned around and saved us," Kyle said sadly. Sophie kissed him on the cheek, rocking him and soothing his mind.
There were pictures of people cheering in the streets of Earth at the news, people with tears of joy in their eyes, and looks of anguished sorrow at the irony, as Kyle had said. Sophie stroked Kyle's hair as they read. She trilled when she saw a sound clip. She tapped it, and a soft, melodic female voice greeted them:
"Dr. Salk created his vaccine as a gift for all mankind. So do I give mine to all humanity. It belongs to everyone who needs it, and I am honored that I was able to help others, as Dr. Salk did, so long ago." Kyle couldn't help the tears, or smiling at the gentle voice that spoke to them across the centuries.
What a wonderful person. Tobias and Shalura must have been very proud of her, said Sophie. Like Jonas Salk, Miala never patented her vaccine. She didn't do it for money or fame, she did it to help others. They both smiled as they looked at the picture of the cute little Milurian, who reminded them of Shiloh so very much. Sophie moaned sadly as she remembered how sweet and gentle Shiloh was, how all Milurians were. She wished she could meet her. Kyle felt her thoughts, gently squeezed her hand as he looked up at her.
You could if you want. I think Shiloh would love to meet you, said Kyle. Sophie moaned and gave a negative.
No, Kyle. Milurians are prey creatures. I'm a predator. I'm sure she'd be scared of me. Kyle disagreed, but didn't press the matter. He turned in Sophie's lap, gently cupped her face and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Sophie returned the kiss, her arms and tail gently wrapping around her beloved mate.
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The next day, they were surprised when Granny Rose and Gur came by their ship.
"Hello, dearies, I have good news!" said Granny Rose as Kyle led her and Gur in while Sophie hid and put her burnoose on. She smiled as she sat. Gur looked pleased, his feelers swaying back and forth happily. "Terrance saw your paintings, and wants to see them in person, and you and Peter as well." Kyle almost fell out of Sophie's lap, he was so stunned.
"Um . . . Wow," he said, sounding almost too stunned to think. Granny Rose chuckled.
"You and Peter dress in your best, you're meeting him tomorrow at noon at Morgan's Gallery," said Granny Rose. Gur twittered, amused and happy.
"Kyle good artist, Peter good eyes. Gallery, work, food and table," said Gur through his keyboard. Kyle managed to smile. As Granny Rose got up to leave, Kyle remembered something.
"Wait right there," he said as he rushed to get something. Gur twittered, curious. Kyle returned as Sophie hissed softly. "Here, this is for Peter," said Kyle as he gave Granny Rose and Gur the black Solaran Moon-Silk suit. Gur whistled and chirped as Granny Rose gasped softly.
"My word. I haven't seen a suit like this in years," she breathed. Kyle shrugged.
"I'm not going to use it, but if Peter's going to make a really good impression as an art appraiser, he should look the part," said Kyle as Sophie purred. Granny Rose looked at him.
"You do know this suit is probably worth twenty-thousand Collin, don't you?" she asked. Kyle shook his head.
"Peter needs it more than I do. Besides, it will fit him better than me," Kyle replied. Sophie purred deeply.
Kyle, that's so nice of you, said Sophie. Kyle smiled softly. Gur looked at Kyle as Sophie gently held his hand.
"Kyle good man, care for others. Welcome here, Tobias proud." Kyle couldn't help a mild blush at Gur's words. Granny Rose smiled warmly at them.
"He's right. You're good people, both of you." Kyle chuckled softly as Sophie purred, her warm thoughts flowing into his mind.
"Thanks, Granny. We owe it all to you and Gur," Kyle replied. Gur chirped as Granny Rose smiled softly.
"Now, we need to get back to the shop, and you need to get ready. He wants to see the paintings in person, so be sure to bring them," said Granny Rose as she and Gur stood. "Have faith in yourselves, and you'll be fine, dearies." With that, they left. Kyle sighed softly as Sophie wrapped her arms around him and purred as she kissed his cheek.
Kyle, I'm so excited! He could feel Sophie's excited, happy thoughts and feelings through their link, and he smiled.
So am I, Sophie, Kyle replied.
Sophie helped Kyle to get everything together and to groom himself up as best he could.
Sophie was insistent she help him shave.
Sophie's attention to minute detail and her gentleness gave Kyle the closest, most comfortable shave he'd ever had, not to mention her careful choice of clothes from Reinhardt's wardrobe made Kyle look rather noble. It was all rather bewildering for Kyle, who had never been pampered before in his life.
Kyle looked at himself in the mirror as he adjusted the dark blue suit. Sophie purred as she stroked his hair.
Kyle, you look wonderful, Sophie purred as she stood behind him. He smiled shyly as she thrummed deeply and resonantly.
Thank you, Sophie. I'd be lost without you. She gently turned him to face her.
I'm always with you, my love. Now and forever. She kissed his lips tenderly, the warmth of her mind flowing into his. Kyle chuckled as he pulled back.
"Ah, ah. Do that, and we'll be late," Kyle playfully chided. Sophie gave a soft whine, disappointed, but playful.
When you get back, you're all mine, Sophie replied, a seductive tone in her mental voice as she gave a soft, warm stroke to Kyle's mind, promising much more later. Kyle flushed with anticipation.
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Kyle and Peter were both a little nervous as they walked through Zeraven together, Kyle carrying his large, covered painting, while Peter carried the smaller paintings.
"So, did Granny Rose tell you anything about this guy?" Kyle asked as he tried to look around the painting.
"Just that he was an old acquaintance, that's all she said," Peter replied, adjusting the collar of the suit, feeling almost completely out of place. Peter glance around. "Say, where's Sophie?" Kyle grunted as he adjusted his grip on the painting.
"She's exploring," Kyle replied, trying to pay attention to where he was going. The last thing he wanted was to put a hole in the painting. At that moment, Kyle could feel Sophie's mind as she explored the city on the rooftops.
"Here we are," said Peter. Kyle turned so he could look around the painting.
It was a building of tan and gray stones, about two stories tall. The large windows were made of beautiful amber-colored glass. A large sign was above the large stone doors: Morgan's Gallery of Fine Art.
Kyle smiled as Peter opened the door for him. The inside was quite grand, with polished tiled floors and long halls, the wall lined with paintings and sculptures on pedestals.
"Wow," said Kyle, his voice echoing.
"Ah, you must be the two Rosalyn told me to expect," said a voice with a clipped British accent. Kyle looked up as the man approached.
He was a little shorter than Kyle was, with gray hair and a silver, double-breasted suit. His mustache was waxed and curled at the ends. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Terrance Johnstone, owner of Morgan's Gallery. I'm pleased to meet you, young fellows," said Terrance with a kind nod of the head.
"Hi, I'm Peter, and this is Kyle," said Peter, trying not to be too nervous. Kyle chuckled from behind the painting.
"Nice to meet you," said Kyle. Terrance smiled softly, his mustache raising along with his lips.
"Follow me, if you will," said Terrance as he led them through the halls to a room in the back. Kyle had to twist and peer around the painting as best he could, but he managed to follow them, nevertheless. "You may set the painting down now, master Kyle," said Terrance. Kyle sighed as he put the painting down and Peter unwrapped it. "My word, they look even more marvelous in person!" Terrance gasped softly. Kyle flexed his shoulder as Terrance studied Stairway in the Mists.
"I thought the same thing," said Peter. Kyle stood back and let Terrance have a good look at his work, taking the time to look at the other works in the office. There were some absolutely amazing works displayed as well, running the whole gamut of arts. Kyle was so absorbed, he almost missed when Terrance asked him a question.
"Might I ask if I may show these wonderful works in my gallery?" Kyle shook his head, clearing his thoughts.
"Oh! Uh, uh sure! That'd be fine!" said Kyle excitedly. Peter couldn't help smiling in both happiness, and relief. Terrance smiled at Kyle.
"Splendid! Always a pleasure to show the work of a young, budding artist!" Terrance turned his attention to Peter. "And I can most certainly use a young fellow of such refinement and knowledge such as yourself. Consider yourself hired, young man." Terrance turned to Kyle, still smiling. "If you will wait a moment, I shall get the paperwork," said Terrance as he left the room. Peter walked up to Kyle, who was looking at a rainbow-hued painting of women dancing around a glittering pond.
"Well, you're an artist now," said Peter. Kyle grinned at his friend.
"And it's all thanks to you," Kyle replied, that same, soft, boyish smile adorning his face. Peter stared at him for a long moment, before nodding.
"You're welcome, Kyle. After everything you and Sophie did for me, it's the least I could do. If it wasn't for you, I'd-" At that moment, Terrance returned.
"Here we are," said Terrance as he brought out the paperwork. "With such marvelous works, I have no doubt they will sell very quickly," said Terrance as he showed Kyle where to sign, and had him read everything and understand it. Kyle was surprised that Terrance only received five percent of the price of a sold item. Once everything was signed, Terrance smiled as he filed the paperwork. Kyle was a little surprised when Terrance offered his hand. As Kyle shook it, Terrance's smile widened. "How wonderful to meet you, Master Kyle. I most certainly look forward to doing further business with you." Kyle smiled and scratched his head.
"By the way, my business name is Trevor Stone, as you see on the paintings. If you don't mind, I like my privacy-" Terrance held up his hand.
"You have my word, no one outside of this establishment shall ever know. As far as anyone else is concerned, you're Mr. Stone's agent," Terrance assured. Kyle smiled with relief.
"Thank you. I'm very grateful," said Kyle. Terrance shook his head.
"No, thank you," Terrance replied. He looked at Peter and smiled. "Well, follow me, and I'll help you settle in." Kyle smiled at Peter, who looked happy almost to the point of tears.
"I'll drop by when I can," said Kyle as he shook Peter's hand.
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Kyle was elated as he left Morgan's Gallery. It had gone far better than he ever could have thought. He had been so busy, he had hardly even thought about Sophie. As he reached out to her, he was surprised to feel great mirth and happiness flowing from her. As he approached an alley, he heard small, high voices, speaking in excited tones.
"Eena! Eena! Asana unu su kista privee!" said a voice that sounded like a child's voice. A high-pitched trill followed, along with Sophie's familiar trill. Kyle peeked in, and couldn't help his face breaking into a wide smile.
Sophie was surrounded by several Milurian cubs and a couple of Shamolene children, too. They all seemed excited, jumping up and down, trilling and cooing. They were some of the most adorable beings he'd ever seen. Sophie purred as she gently patted one of the Milurian cubs on the head. The Shamolene chick grabbed Sophie's finger, trilling happily. Sophie repeated the note, making the other Shamolese children trill in reply.
Oh, they're so cute, Sophie mentally cooed. Kyle smiled as he approached.
So, what was that about Milurians being scared of you? Kyle asked, his smile growing. Sophie was absolutely aglow with happiness. The children looked up as Kyle approached.
"Eena! El'eena su kitsa dur!" squeaked the Milurian cubs. None of them were taller than Kyle's knees, but they scampered over and did their best to hug his legs as high as they could. He chuckled as Sophie purred.
"Thanks for keeping my wife company, kids," said Kyle. The Shamolese children chirped and twittered in reply. Kyle understood enough to know they were saying "you're welcome". Sophie almost had to wade through the gathered bundles of fur.
"Ku k'eena su lava?" asked one of the Milurian cubs. The others looked sad. Kyle smiled and gently patted them.
"Don't worry, kids. We'll come by again," he assured, earning squeals and trills of joy from the children. Sophie reluctantly untangled herself from the tiny embraces. As they left the alley, the children scampered off, excited after meeting a new friend. Kyle slid his arm around Sophie's waist. He could feel her tail twitching under her burnoose.
Made some new friends, huh? Sophie replied with feelings of pure joy.
Oh, Kyle they're so adorable! Kyle smiled softly, glad his mate was happy.
You see? You're a nice person, Sophie, and they sense it. He shared everything that happened at Morgan's Gallery. Sophie was fascinated by it all.
I'm glad. And I'm happy Peter has a job, said Sophie as they walked through the streets.
So am I. He never deserved what happened to him. I'm glad we were able to help him out, and everyone else for that matter. Sophie agreed.
As they walked down the sidewalk, Kyle noticed they were near the bakeries, and he smiled. He looked at Sophie. Why don't we pay Leon and Shiloh a visit? Kyle ventured. Sophie gave a hiss, surprised.
Kyle-
Sophie, don't worry. You don't have to take your burnoose off. You wanted to meet Shiloh, and you felt so sad about it. It's your choice. I just want you to be happy. Sophie looked up the street, where Leon and Shiloh's shop was. She gave a soft purr.
I guess once wouldn't hurt, said Sophie. Kyle smiled as they approached the shop.
Kyle was surprised to find the Sugar Shack was closed.
"Huh?" Sophie gave a soft hiss as she looked around.
Nobody's there, Sophie confirmed. Kyle frowned, disappointed.
Let's ask Granny Rose, Kyle suggested. Sophie agreed. If nothing else, they wanted to make sure everything was all right.
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Granny Rose looked up as Kyle and Sophie entered her shop.
"Ah! Welcome you two! Come, sit," she greeted.
"Granny, Leon and Shiloh's shop was closed. Are they all right?" Kyle asked. Granny Rose smiled.
"They're fine, dearie. This close to the Independence, they went to visit family. They're staying with Leon's family, out in the islands. No need to worry. Now, tell me how things went with Terrance," she said as she brought out some tea cakes and Gur brewed some tea.
Granny Rose was happy to hear that Peter was hired on the spot.
"Good. He deserves a chance, as does anyone," said Granny Rose as she stared into her teacup. "You may not know this, but Terrance also deals with Off-World galleries as well. He knows his art, mark my words. If anyone can get your paintings sold, it's Terrance." Kyle smiled and Sophie purred.
"Thank you, Granny. You've helped us so much, and Peter, too," said Kyle. Granny Rose smiled that warm, grandmotherly smile.
"That's what grannies do, my dear. Now, you and Sophie take some treats home with you, be comfy and get ready for the Independence. It's the day after tomorrow," said Granny Rose as she gave them a small basket of goodies.
"Remember past, look to future, live in today. Mother Exile, Golden Door, Isle of Hope, Bards, people, never forget," said Gur. Kyle looked at the Shamolene and smiled.
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When Kyle and Sophie returned to their ship, Kyle sighed as the door closed behind them, eagerly removing the tie and unbuttoning the suit.
"I haven't worn a suit in years," said Kyle. He was surprised when Sophie purred deeply. Her arms slid around his waist, her long fingers carefully undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Kyle, she purred, the warmth of her mind washing into his. She kissed his cheek tenderly as she carefully opened his shirt, her large hands gently roaming his soft, pink flesh with tenderness and affection. He gave a soft moan as Sophie's tail caressed his waist gently. She gently and lovingly trailed her kisses down his neck as she removed his shirt. I think I said you were all mine when we got back, didn't I? The warm, loving thoughts were flowing more freely, tinged with sultry delight and a hint of mischief.
I'm always yours, my beautiful lady, Kyle replied as he looked at Sophie through lidded eyes. She thrummed as she captured his lips with her own.
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The day of Independence, Kyle and Sophie were excited as they left their ship. They had no idea what really to expect, but they knew it would be something amazing.
Like the Remembrance, all the shops and stores were closed. It was law that all shops close on those two days. As they noticed the large crowd, Sophie slipped away to climb a building.
I'll watch from up above. I don't want an incident in a crowd this large, said Sophie. Kyle agreed with her.
The crowd was large, huge. Bigger than any Kyle had seen with his own two eyes. Everyone seemed to be gathering in the town square. Near the base of the Beacon, there was a group of people. As Kyle got closer, he noticed some had musical instruments. When he was close enough to see them, he was awed.
They were clearly of the Celtic Tribes, as they all wore tunics of beautiful cloth, with edging of metal thread, woven into the cloth itself, shimmering in the light. They all wore the torc neck-rings the Celts were famous for, but these were made of silver, not gold. These people were not warriors, like Brennus and the others they had seen, but they commanded no less of a presence. As Kyle looked around, he felt that all of the city, every single citizen of Zeraven was present. Human, Milurian, Arcturian, Shamolene, Sitha, all and more were present. From the rooftops above, Sophie watched, curious.
At the head of the group were three figures. Three women. One was a human woman with long, wavy red hair, her skin a pale white, like fine alabaster. She was dressed in a long saffron-yellow tunic that was more like a dress. A female Arcturian stood next to her, dressed in a similar tunic of green plaids, her translucent green skin shimmering, the tendrils of her head swaying softly. The third was a Milurian, dressed in a tunic of deep royal blue, her brownish tail swaying behind her. A tall man among the others stepped forward and spoke:
"As the Bards sing, so do we recall
That distant time and place, that forms us all.
And now do we stand, from desert, tundra and moor
To welcome those, to the Golden Door."
Kyle was awed as the Celtic musicians began to play, and the three women, the Bards began to sing. They sang about an old place, far and away, distant in time as well as light years. They sang of another island, far, far away. An island of Hope, and an island of Tears; a place of Freedom, and a place of Fears. As the Bards sang, many people held hands, other bowed their heads, but none were unmoved. As he listened and the music rose into the air, Kyle felt as if it was flowing through him. He knew he wasn't imagining it, because Sophie felt it, too.
Kyle was surprised when images softly faded into view around the Bards. Pictures, in black and white, of that time and place of which they sang. Holograms. Images of people on a boat. People disembarking, and people pointing at something off in the distance.
A silhouette of a figure off in the distance.
A tall figure, taller than any they had seen, holding something high above their head. As the images slowly rotated in a circle around the Bards, to Kyle's surprise, they began to move. People on a boat, pointing and talking excitedly as they neared a port, the same tall silhouette off in the distance. Kyle smiled, because he knew where that place was, when those early images were captured. It was a place as distant in memory as ancient Greece or Rome, as far removed from their time as the Crusades were from those peoples' own time. As the Bards sang, Kyle and Sophie were awed. As the music became softer, the Bards sang of that different island, when it had been closed, and how many people had come there for sanctuary. Many people in the crowd had tears in their eyes as they remembered those that came before them.
As the music reached a crescendo, Kyle was shocked when the whole Beacon was lit up with bright golden light. Kyle stared in awe at the form that towered over the crowd.
"Mam Rhyddid," said a man next to Kyle.
It was a woman, holding a torch high above her head and a book in the other, given form in a great, golden hologram, bigger than any Kyle had seen. There, in Zeraven City, Zerichs II, over four-hundred billion light years from Earth, stood the Mother of Exiles. Liberty Enlightening the World.
The original now lay in pieces at the the bottom of the ocean, not the victim of the rising seas, but the bitter fighting of the Second American Civil War. Nobody from Off-World would know what it was, or what it meant, much less care. To them, it was a symbol of a foolish nation that had destroyed itself through its bitter partisanship and infighting, led to its death by corporate greed.
To the people of Zerichs II, though, it was a reminder of those who came before them, of good ideals they may not have lived up to, but left for them, a glimmer of hope across time and space. Kyle almost didn't notice he was singing, along with everyone else of the crowd. Even Sophie trilled with the song. Thousands of voices, millions even, all singing with the Bards, singing for the other place and time, that was connected to their own by this golden thread. Now Kyle knew, now he knew why it was called Ellis Square. As the mild eyes of the hologram gazed upon the crowd, neither Kyle or Sophie could be sure, but they thought they saw Liberty smile.
Author's note: I apologize for the delay, but this one took very careful work, as it was the cornerstone of the whole story. The inspiration for it was the song Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears, as sung by Celtic Woman, which, by Kyle and Sophie's time, is an ancient folk song, and part of the Neo-Celtic Bards' repertoire. I also want to thank by good friend OneOfTheGang on DeviantArt, who has done some pieces of artwork for my stories, and given me some inspiration and ideas.
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