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"We have no wish to," Slade told her, setting his weapon on the floor. The rest followed suit. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"I..." She breathed hard through her nose, chest heaving, stomach churning. The dream world dissolved slowly into the present as she stood there, beginning to recognize the faces of those who had charged in. "I..." Flashes of the dream...& of blood...fighting...assaulted her brain. Her weapon fell from her hand, bounced off the mattress & clattered to the floor as she sank to her knees & sobbed into one hand. The other fell onto her middle, where she felt a slight flutter. "They'll...kill..." she barely managed through her ragged breaths. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"The hell they will," Ozz growled, jumping forward to catch her as she slumped down, setting her more slowly on the bed. "Not while we're around." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Her sobs subsided after a moment. "No...no one will be around," she mumbled, wide eyed as the dream voices swirled around her. "I'll be alone. All alone." She shook her head, the dread & darkness overcoming her. "No one to help me..." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Ozz shook her back awake. "No. You will not be alone. Get up now, you need to wake up." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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She blinked slowly, tears still clinging to her lashes. "But I am awake," she said slowly. "The Russ are coming. They'll take me, & I'll die." Her hand still on her stomach, she glanced down. "We'll both die." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Something close to maniacal appeared in Ozz's grin. "Yes, ma'am, the Russ are coming. But that's what we're here for. There's nobody Swordsman hates more, and nobody he's trained harder to kill. And we train and work with him. I almost pity them." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Moon shook her head again. "It doesn't matter. None of this matters. Not anymore." She attempted to take a breath. "We'll die..." The coldness of the gray stone room seeped into her, filling every fiber of her being. "I feel so cold..." So cold, she almost felt numb. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Okay then." Ozz scooped her quickly up from the bed. "Which way to the roof? It happens to be clear this morning." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Roof?" In her muddled state of mind, she really had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm not dressed..." she mumbled, but looking down & seeing she was not in a shift, she realized that she was afterall. "What are you doing?" "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Taking you up into the sunlight to wake up and warm up," Ozz smiled at her. "Slade and Tębryn will be along too, don't worry. Could get Krasala, too, if you want." It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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"Meekal..." she whispered. Her head dropped onto the man's shoulder. She didn't know him, but she didn't care. It was either there or let it fall back. She needed something sturdy. Something solid. Something she knew was there, warm & alive...& not cold, gray stone. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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In the meantime, Ken-Dall decided to nap as well. Fortunately for her, her dreams were turning out much better.
She sat alone on a grassy hill near Arconia, staring out at the countryside. It was a beautiful day, with not a cloud in the sky. In this dream world, there was no talk of war. No hate. Only peace. She twirled a flower between her fingers & sighed in contentment as the warm summer breeze ruffled her long, blonde hair & light colored gown. Only one thing would make this perfect day even more perfect.
Well, only one person.
Perhaps if she thought of him, he would come. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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"Beautiful sight, isn't it?" she heard from behind her. She turned to See Darion looking out over Arconia before he turned and looked at her with two soft eyes. He didn't smile, but his face held a longing expression. His eyes never left hers. She jumped up quick, a smile from ear to ear, and kissed him passionately. He embraced her tightly, arms around her waist.
When she pulled back from the kiss she looked out over the landscape. "Yes." she replied, holding him tightly. "It is beautiful." Darion reached up and put a finger on her chin to gentle bring her facing him again.
"I wasn't talking about that." he said, his eyes fixed on her again. "I've missed you Ken." "We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to understand." Hebrews 5:11
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"I know..." Her reply came softly, drifting on the breeze. "Promise me you'll never leave again." Her eyes filled with hope. More hope than she had ever known. Did he realize that his love saved her life? At her darkest hour, when she wanted to do nothing but destroy, his love healed her & rid her of her hate. "I don't know what I'd do without you." A tear gathered in the corner of her eye, & threatened to fall as she gazed at him. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Darion smiled gentle. "Don't cry, princess, please don't cry." he soothed. "I will be with you as long as I can." he glanced back at the landscape before them. The houses and Arconia castle. "Be safe Ken, until I can come back to you." "We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to understand." Hebrews 5:11
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Ken-Dall managed a weak laugh. "With my sister, there is no telling how safe I will be." Then, she sighed. "But knowing you'll come back to me, I will do anything in my power to ensure that I see you again." "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
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Not long after he had scooped her up, Ozz spirited her up to the roof, where the warm sunlight of the day could chase away her chill. He let her down gently, & she slid from his grip to the ground, knees to her chest & arms wrapped around her legs. "There now," he said, "isn't that better?"
Moon didn't seem to hear him at first. Her gaze remained fixed...far off, with her eyes glistening with tears. Though the sun beat down on her, she hardly felt it. The coldness set in too deep. As the dream replayed itself over & over in her head, she could not help her violent shuddering. "No, I'm not. I never want to sleep again."
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Darion nodded "And I for you, always." he smiled warmly again. Then he let her go from his grasp and turned to go. No more than half a dozen steps away from her he was engulfed in a thick mist that had decended on that place like a sudden downpour. That was the last Ken-Dall saw of her Love before she was called, reluctantly back to harsh reality. "We have much to say about this, but it is hard to explain because you are slow to understand." Hebrews 5:11
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"Lady Gideon..."
Shela didn't roll over or give anything to show that she had heard the guard's word. "It's Lady Trellik, blast you."
"Lady Trellik, then. Your assistance is needed."
"Fine, fine."
Shela Gideon nearly tumbled from the cot she'd been given in the eastern wing with the rest of her gypsy cohorts. She managed to catch herself at the last minute. So much for her nap. She followed the guards silently. She heard quiet footsteps behind her and knew that Mitch had sent one of the smaller gypsies after her to watch over her. Other times, she might have protested, but right now, she was just curious. What on earth would an Arconian guard need her for?
The guard, a silent fellow by the sheer lack of sound from him, led her up a staircase and out onto the castle roof. Still curious and now trying to hold her trepidation down, Shela continued to follow. They made short work of crossing the roof. Soon, Shela spotted a pair in the distance.
Was that Lady Moon?
The ashen colour of the woman's face was never a good sign. Shela broke away from the guard to sprint the rest of the distance between herself and the newly named Queen of Muu. "Your grace?" she ventured, dropping to one knee to kneel beside the woman. This close, Shela could see the shaking and the tears. She turned questioningly to the guard. "What has happend here?" I've got a theory. It could be bunnies.
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