Dominixon took Neevh's hand, opened the door, and helped her down the steps. He turned towards her to see the wonder and amazement that he knew was going to cross her face when she saw the hundreds of ships. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to a huge O. His ship was one of the larger ones while most of the others were fairly small so that they could connect to the mother ship. His chest swelled with pride at the thought of his fleet. The ships were dark gray metal, a special heat resistant Kronken metal from his planet that could withstand some of the hottest temperatures and the weathering of space. Plasma propelled their ships and dark matter from space powered them.

"Are they not amazing?" he asked her.

"Oh yes. They are absolutely awe inspiring."

"That one is mine." He pointed towards the largest of the fleet. There had to be at least 100 ships as far as the eye could see.

"There are so many."

"There are many women who are leaving."

"Are the women from all over the world?"

"Of course."

She moved forward entranced by the numbers of ships. Her breath started coming in small gasps and her palms started to sweat. This is absolutely terrifying. What if she went on this ship and never came back. Her heart beat faster and louder until it beat in her ears. She could feel Dominixon's arm brush up against hers, which caused small images to flash before her eyes like clear screens of memories that overlapped with the present. Men marching, dying. The images changed to a woman crying out in pain and a shriveled up child, blue gray, unmoving. The golden woman's body lying motionless covered in silver blood. The images disappeared and they had stopped moving.

"Don't do that," his eyes were cold ice blue.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it when you touch me."

"Don't touch me." He said and continued walking towards his ship.

"I wasn't meaning to."

"You need to learn to control your gifts."

"Well I can control one of my abilities."

"Which one?"

"My healing ability."

He stopped again, "You can heal."

"Yes. Can't you?"

"No. My abilities stop at telepathy. What else can you do?"

"I can move things with my thoughts, heal myself and others, and I see people's memories when I touch them but I cannot read someone's thoughts like you."

"I can read some people's thoughts, mostly humans, and not all the time. It depends on how strong the thought is. I am very limited on what I can do unlike you. Only a few men and women on my planet have more than one ability and those individuals are usually priests or priestesses, shamans, and healers."

"I see." I am a freak on Earth. What will they do to me? Will they ever let me go?

"Do not worry, I will not let anything happen to you. You have my word. For now let's keep this between us."

She gave a weak smile but still didn't trust him enough to calm down her emotions, "Ok."

The ship was finally in front of them and fear started to play on Neevh's emotions. She started to wring her hands and twist her fingers together. Her legs started to shake and she had to tighten up her muscles so that she could move without falling. Neevh straightened her back and put her shoulders like she was going to war while her face remained completely emotionless. Tears tugged at the corners of her eyes and stung until she could barely stand it. She didn't want him to see her cry again. I don't want him to think I am weak. All her thoughts started swarming her like bees and they stung at her consciousness. My mother, she will need me. I will miss her. How am I ever going to get along without her? How will I possibly survive in a foreign place? An unknown place. New people. New experiences. To be under the control of another person for two years. To be alone.

"You are not alone." The door opened and he gestured for her to walk in.

Neevh's eyes became slits and she scrunched her eyebrows together, "Yes I am."

His face relaxed, the muscles around his jaw clenching before he spoke, "Before long you and I will be friends and then you will not be alone. Be patient, yun lok menta."

"What does that mean?"

"Fire eyed lady."

Her gaze left his face and she realized she was inside the ship. He had distracted her and she didn't even realize that she had gotten on without falling down and busting her face open. Lucky her. Then her foot grabbed hold of something on the ground as if to spite her for even thinking she could be graceful enough to not fall on her face in front of Dominixon. She landed with arms in front of her and legs everywhere but she didn't remember the ground feeling so soft and like arms. She almost laughed; I guess I am lucky because that fall landed me right into his arms. She slowly raised her eyes to his face because she knew he didn't want her touching him. He looked as if he was concentrating hard on a philosophical question because his eyes were unfocused and his lips were set in a hard line. He doesn't want you to see his memories.

"Thank you," she said and instantly started untangling her limbs from his, "I told you I was clumsy."

"I trust you are unharmed. You must watch your step." He walked over to a door and punched in a code making the door open, "This is our quarters."

"Ours?" she squeaked.

He laughed, "Don't sound so worried. Come in here and I will show you."