The First Two Companions, The Assembly of Thirteen, an action packed High fantasy, a Sword and Sorcery Epic Fantasy: The Assembly of Thirteen, a Sword and Sorcery Epic Fantasy

By Omayra Vélez

My name is June Dunbar, and I am a photojournalist for SBN. I live in Livermore, California, and everyone knows they work with radiation in the labs around here. I was minding my own business at home when a shining box appeared on my kitchen table one night. Obviously, I thought it was radioactive. Mind you,

• Language: English
• Publisher: Omayra Velez
• Release date: Sep 18, 2022
• ISBN: 9781959443025

Omayra Vélez

Omayra Vélez has been a scientist, researcher, teacher, Army Officer, but now she is retired and finally has the time to write. The years in the Army gave her the opportunity to travel around the world and gather wonderful experiences, which she now uses to write her books. For now, she lives in Florida and she is enjoying the sunny beaches of Florida. The warm waters make life blissful. Currently, she is a busy bee writing her books and working on making a family greenhouse. Her life is full of crazy fun with her service dog Dexxy.

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The Assembly of Thirteen:

The First Two Companions

BY

OMAYRA VÉLEZ

THIRD EDITION

Copyright

The Assembly of Thirteen: The First Two Companions, copyright © 2017; second edition © 2018, by Omayra Vélez, illustration design is under Omayra Vélez copyright, all rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced wholly, or in part, in any form, by any electronic or mechanical means, including within information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. Exceptionally, reviewers may quote brief passages not exceeding 0.5% of the whole, which may be pertinent to their reviews.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Velez, Omayra, author.

Title: The Assembly of Thirteen; The First Two Companions / Omayra Vélez

Description: Florida: Omayra Velez, [2017] | Series: The assembly of thirteen

Identifiers: ISBN 9780692046579 (paperback) First edition | ISBN 9780692160718 (paperback) Second edition | ISBN 978-1-959443-01-8 (paperback) Third edition

ISBN 9780692181607 (ebook) First edition

ISBN 9781736447321 (ebook) Second edition

ISBN 978-1-959443-02-5 (ebook) Third edition

ISBN 978-1-7364473-3-8 (hardback) Second edition

ISBN 978-1-959443-00-1 (hardback) Third edition

Subjects: Quetza (Imaginary Place) – Fiction. | Fantasy

Fiction. | Epic fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Fantasy / High. | FICTION / Action & Adventure. | FICTION / Science Fiction / Adventure.

Classification: LCC TX8519612 2017

Ebook ISBN 978-0-6921-8160-7

ISBN 978-1-7364473-2-1

ISBN 978-1-959443-02-5

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Dedication

When dreams are clouded by shadows, sometimes it takes more than one magician to help us find our dreams. These Masters of magic used their unique light to help me destroy my shadows and rediscover my dreams.

Thank you,

Carolyn Caldwell, PhD, and Dr. Benjamin Palmer, LTC,

for shining a light in my shadows.

Table of Contents

The Assembly of Thirteen: The First Two Companions

Copyright

Dedication

Map of the Empire of Quetza

Part 1

The First Companion

Chapter 1

The Box That Stole My Mom’s Ring and Caught Me

Chapter 2

The Blue from the Dead

Spring, Quetza Year 797

Chapter 3

Blue and Light

Late Spring, Quetza Year 798

Chapter 4

The Athany Castle

Chapter 5

Sooner or Later, We All Lose Our Training Wheels

Three Months Later

Chapter 6

The Liars Only Thieves Could Hug

Three years later

Chapter 7

A Gem Is Plucked from Manure

Chapter 8

Opal

Chapter 9

What Happens When You Eat a Lot? Indigestion

Part 2

A Tolenko Makes the Second Companion

Chapter 10

The Tolenko Family: They Are Strange and Peculiar

33 Years Before June’s Arrival in Quetza

Chapter 11

The Blessed Meets the Wise

Chapter 12

I Should Have Stayed Home

Fifteen Weeks After June Rescued Opal

Chapter 13

The Healer

Kuroi’s Tale of Her Capture

Chapter 14

The Judge Who Served the King No More

Dear Journal,

One Week Later

Dear Journal,

Chapter 15

The Smith Brought Down by a Branch

Part 3

Evil Finds Its True Form

Chapter 16

Landlords, Magisters, High Elders and Peddlers Are All the Same

The Year June Arrived at Quetza

Chapter

17Casandra

Chapter 18

Forks Are for More than Just Eating

Near The Northern Kingdom Border, At Forge Prison.

Chapter 19

Demons That Walk During the Day

Chapter 20

Oh, Brother!

Chapter 21

Emperor Klastos Gets His Knickers All in a Wad

Chapter 22

The Family Business

The Assassin, Keme

The Assassin, Tuan

The Prostitute, Lace

Chapter 23

When a Gift Comes from Unexpected Places

Tuan lets his good side win

Tuan

Chapter 24

Trouble in Hushma City

Part 4

All Comes into a Full Circle

Chapter 25

Some Hate to Play in the Sandbox

Jray

Vesi

Nolan

June

Chapter 26

Diamond in the Desert and a Leech Named Gema

Diamond

Casandra

Chapter 27

Vesi’s Parents: The Champion and the Heir of the Oak

Chapter 28

An Oasis Champion Once Had Parasites!

Master Otto

Karl

Twenty-Five Years Later

Karl

Chapter 29

Father, Mother and Daughter

Chapter 30

The Sacrifice

Seamus

Eric

T’wanny

Eric

Gema

T’wanny

Dia

Seamus

Chapter 31

Two Gifts, One Fight

June

Jray

Vesi

Casandra

June

Chapter 32

We Must Get Back to the Castle

Meanwhile, Within the Nin’vae Oasis Spires

APPENDIXES

Glossary of Terms

Quetzan and Falesto-Equivalent Timeline: History

Athany Chain of Command

Tolenko Family Tree

The Falesto Family Tree

Map of the Empire of Quetza

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Part 1

The First Companio

Chapter 1

The Box That Stole My Mom’s Ring and Caught Me

BOOM!

What was that? June awoke, startled. She looked at her clock: 3:23 a.m. Every night she would wake at 3:23 a.m., sometimes from a nightmare, other times with night terrors, and still others just from habit. Tonight though, something different had woken her. Wrapped up in her blankets like a June taco, her brown hair all tossed around, she lay wide awake listening hard. Although now all was quiet around her, and even her dog was lying asleep peacefully in his bed, she felt certain neither the wind nor the birds, not even a nightmare, had woken her. In her mind, she could still hear a sound.

Champ was June’s trusty companion and protector, a large black Labrador retriever who still believed he was a puppy. He had heard the BOOM, the glass breaking, and the BANG. On each occasion Champ’s head had gone up, but just as he was about to bark and start his protective stance, he heard the command, Down! Wait! Sleep! Like an obedient dog, he had gone back to sleep.

June gave a big sighing yawn. Another bad dream perhaps—good thing I don’t remember. But tonight, I’m not scared. I’m thirsty, my mouth is dry and I’m hungry, but I’m not afraid. What’s a woman to do?

Champ, we must get a snack! What do you think?

The dog lifted his head toward the sound of his name. Everything was dark and even the night-light was off.

Weird. It’s too quiet tonight! I can barely hear the wind. June stopped for a second, still thinking it was a noise that had woken her. She took a deep breath to find her balance before getting out of bed. June was a petite woman with brown hair and blue-green eyes. She liked to say she was a mutt with no pedigree. Her father had been a physicist, a white man from New York. Her mother, in June’s words, was ‘your guess is as good as mine’.

June’s mother left her family when June was ten. She disappeared or was murdered or kidnapped. The family never knew what happened. The case was still open. The family had gone to a Christmas dinner at her dad’s parents’ house, but her mom had stayed home. When they returned the day after Christmas, the house had been ransacked and June’s mom was gone. That day, her father started to die, and the family began to disintegrate.

Although Champ was a big dog, he slept like a sphinx with his front paws spread forward and his head lying in between them, but at the sound of the slightest noise, his head sprung up in a regal way—not tonight though. Tonight, he had been given a command by one other than his mistress, with the power to make him obey. Nevertheless, the moment June called on him, Champ jumped to attention and found his way directly to her. June’s legs were scarred and so were her wrists. Her mind needed rest, and sometimes she would seek out release on her own body, but June knew Champ loved her just the same.

Come on, Champ, let’s go to the kitchen. I’m hungry.

There was no streetlamp because the light had been busted for six long years. June would leave her house porch light on every night, but tonight it was out. The house was pitch black. Flick, flick the switch, no light—a power outage perhaps. Looking for the flashlight on the night table, June knocked the book she had been reading before bedtime, then jumped at the thud. After all these months, her shaky nerves made her upset. Still, this was her house. No need to fear. She found her flashlight and went to the kitchen to get her snack.

All right, June, think! If there were any intruders, Champ would have been barking up a storm. Maybe the winds brought down a power line! Yes, a downed power line has happened before, and it may happen again.

As they walked to their bedroom door, mistress and dog yawned. June no longer worried much about anything in their big, old house. But as she pushed open her bedroom door completely, a faint light came from the first floor.

Strange, thought June. Maybe there was a power outage, and some fuses blew in the house. The night-light in the first-floor bathroom must be on.

Come on boy, let’s go.

June walked down the stairs that led toward the front door. She turned left, but the faint light came from the kitchen, not the guest bathroom. She walked down the hallway toward the kitchen. She could see an orange light pulsating, shining from underneath the bottom crack of the kitchen door.

You crazy dog. I have never seen a mongrel more gluttonous than you. Did you wake up earlier and enjoy a midnight snack? You know better than to open the fridge door. June smirked.

Or better yet, you know you are not supposed to get in the refrigerator at all! Funny dog! Ohhhhh, wait a minute, the light of the fridge is white, not orange.

Like any living, hot-blooded woman, curiosity got the better of her and she told herself she was not scared. June had to look. As she opened the kitchen door, the first thing she sensed was the smell of rotten fruit. Did the peaches go rotten?

In an instant, she felt warmth and tranquility. However, what caught June by surprise was the fact the light emanated from a small box on the kitchen table. It was a wooden box in the shape of a miniature treasure chest with no particular markings. That tiny box emitted an entire display of light and heat, and the tantalizing, peaceful hush of a we-will-be-singing-kumbaya-in-any-minute feeling. June couldn’t take her eyes off the container.

Hey, this warm light is mesmerizing, she said to Champ. Why aren’t you barking? Okay, I gotta tell you, I must touch it. I must know if this thing is hot.

As June approached the box, she noticed the same degree of warmth could be felt as at the entrance of the kitchen.

Without even touching it, this box feels really warm. But it’s too small. I can’t see where the batteries go. Would they go on the bottom? Those must be some peculiar kind of batteries! Maybe they’re the little round ones.

Champ just looked at his mistress. He was used to her talking to him.

Oh shoot, a pulsating light—a lot of heat from a small object. This must be RADIOACTIVE!

June’s heart skipped a proverbial beat. She jumped and moved as fast as she could until her back hit a nearby wall. She never took her eyes off the box.

Champ, stay away. This thing may be dangerous… How in the world did this thing get inside my house and on my table?

Only then did she see the broken windowpane on the kitchen door. Fear overtook her in a millisecond.

June left the kitchen as fast as her legs could move. Frantically, she fell over a kitchen chair, and on her way to the ground, she hit a corner table by the door. She knocked over a vase filled with wildflowers. Water spilled all over the floor and doused her arms, chest, and hands. Champ got in her way. June got up fast but skidded on the dirty water and landed on her butt, then ran ungracefully out of the kitchen, through the hallway, and out through the front door.

I can’t breathe. I must breathe. Who would want me dead? June paced on her front porch. This could be a joke from one of the guys at the TV station. No, this is not a joke. They all know I am not well, June’s hands shook.

She took some calming breaths, but the anti-anxiety breathing technique always gave her gas. She tried mindfulness. That was not the best thing to do when presented with a possible radioactive box. Think reason ... just think! She knew if the box was radioactive, she and Champ were already exposed, so she needed to get the container out of the house fast.

It is not radioactive. We do live in Livermore, but there is nothing to fear. Why me? June, wish she hadn’t stop smoking.

Her home, her sanctuary, may now be contaminated by radioactivity. I must get that box out of my house. June considered using her broom to push the mysterious object out of her house, but then everything the box touched would end up contaminated if it was radioactive. Therefore, and without thinking of calling for help from professionals, she quickly entered the house and walked directly through her hallway to the kitchen. She looked at the kitchen door—the door leading to the backyard—and was reminded of the broken glass pane. The door was also ajar. Could the person who broke the glass have decided to linger in the house? She had no time for hysterics.

She had bigger fish to fry. She opened the kitchen door wide, moved the chairs out of the way, and sprang into action. In her mind, she was already nuclear. June geared herself up to throw the box as far away from her home as she could.

Champ, get ready to run to the front of the house!

She went to grab the box with her left hand, but just as her fingers closed around the box, all went dark. Darkness embraced June in a cold blanket of fear. She could see nothing; it was a total blackout. She felt everything and nothing. A barrage of sensations.

Am I dead? I can’t see. This stupid box is radioactive! I can only think of one person who would want me dead, Michael’s mother. But to kill me with radiation? This makes no sense. What a flamboyant way to kill a person.

Champ, boy, are you licking my hand? Stay with me, boy. This can’t be real.

And just as suddenly, without warning, they were surrounded by light. June and her dog were in a forest, surrounded by flowing leaves and floating pollen particles so large one particle was larger than a coffee mug. Some of the leaves were big, like translucent tennis rackets, and the translucent pollen stuck like glue to Champ’s fur.

Turning around and around, June couldn’t stop spinning and staring in awe, trying to absorb every detail. She needed to take in all the beauty, but she wasn’t fast enough. June forgot she suffered from vertigo.

"Whoa, I’m dizzy, but WOW... This... This... This is a forest! I was home, and now I’m in a strange forest. I’m either dead, and this is heaven, or I’m having some crazy hallucinations. But Champ is here and licking my hands and... Those are gigantic trees. Are we on the Avenue of the Giants? Nope, wrong avenue—this is not it. Leaves, leaves, look at those leaves! They look transparent. Is that fluid moving through the foliage? That’s amazing! Are those flowers? I see flowers the size of chairs on those trees! Wow, those are big leaves! Champ look at those birds.... For crying out loud, I’m going crazy! No, no, no, nope, this is a dream and...

What the hell? Look at those frigging red birds! Talk about Big Bird, ha! We found Big Bird’s long-lost red cousin. Too big for... Is that a yellow and green peacock? It is nighttime. Where is all this light coming from? Hey, something’s glowing. It’s soft. And where is the sound coming from? I hear water. Wow, that is a big moon. Where is the water coming from? Is that really water? CHAMP, what are you doing drinking that? Water coming out of the trees! Stop—get over here, NOW!"

Nothing in the forest made sense.

Champ come here! Bite my hand a little, just a tiny nip. I’ll wake up in my bed.

Oh hell, I’m dizzy. My ears are ringing; the world is spinning. I hate these vertigo episodes.

June ducked, head between her legs. Champ came over, jumping happily. She grabbed the dog by his collar and tried to think logically. She closed her eyes, waited a few minutes. She counted to twenty, thinking of one beautiful thing she loved as she counted. She tried to talk herself through the anxiety episode; she slowly sat down.

June thought of the many times she’d had anxiety and how she survived every time. Logically, there couldn’t be trees with leaves that big, or flowers the size of chairs. There were no electric-blue peacocks, although, back at home on earth, turkeys did perch on trees at night. This was a forest, a beautiful forest. She had been home in California one moment, and now she was surrounded by tall, beautiful, luscious trees. In the middle of this dream, she decided to let the hallucination take her.

I am going to enjoy this high. Who knew radiation could do this? At least I’m not in pain.

June looked at her dog running around happily. Then she got the shock of her life.

Boy, those are blue! I see blue trees. Forget dead people, I see… blue trees. The bark is blue; the leaves are blue.

Of all the crazy things I have lived through the years! A forest with blue trees!

Her mouth and eyes were wide open; those trees made of blue bark were giving her the start of a headache. As June’s senses were overloaded, her anxiety increased. She looked at Champ and the translucent pollen covering his black coat, seeing only then her own hands were also covered with dust. Then she noticed something else.

My mom’s ring is gone. That ring was stuck to my finger for years. I used soap, lotion, and even grease and it never budged. How did it come off my finger? Bloody hell, this is not a dream—this can’t be a dream. Damn! We are not in California anymore.

June tried to do some conscious breathing even though she knew she was going to pay with farts. Nope, it didn’t work. She tried to yawn. That sometimes helped. Nope! She gave a big sigh. Her hands were shaking and sweat was dripping from her face and all down her back. Hyperventilation in all its glory made her dizzy. From where she sat, June turned over to her knees and crawled to sit on a tree root. The protruding root felt spongy and mossy. A root from one of the large trees served as a bean-bag chair. She placed her head between her legs and tried to relax, one body part at a time.

One moment she had been in her bed sleeping, and then she was completely awake. All the events merged, falling from one instant to another. Bed, sleep, sound, a small radioactive box, culminating with being kidnapped by a box, deposited in a forest with giant birds, enormous flowers, and blue trees.

She sat on her spongy tree root on the verge of a full-blown tsunami of an anxiety attack, nursing what felt like a migraine. A monster of a pain made itself comfortable over her left eye and over her left temple. Heaven knew how far away from home and her medications the stupid luminary box had taken her. June wondered: if she passed out, would she wake up at home?

I need an alprazolam, or maybe a clonazepam. I need my meds. And chocolate cheesecake would be phenomenal!

She had never expected to ever leave her small country house in California. She supported herself with the books she illustrated, her photographs, and her occasional editing gigs. June needed very little. She had no debt and her house was paid for. June, the family hermit by choice.

Nevertheless, June was in a location she couldn’t describe a place she couldn’t identify. This could still end up as the opening gambit for either a children’s book or a nightmarish Halloween, class-B horror movie. Once I wake up, I’ll start writing, she told herself. This was a fancy hallucination, for sure. She hoped she could remember it all by morning. But it felt so real.

All her senses told her this was a real place: smell, sight, sound, and touch. And even though she had not tasted anything, she knew everything in this place would have a taste of its own. It had an identity of its own; it was a place far away from home. She then started to feel that familiar lung-tightening feeling—the elephant on her chest continued to press hard and make her breathing shallow and fast.

Her thoughts reverted to the moments in her life where she had not known where she was, or if she was going to come back alive from war; ugly fighting zones, sad refugee camps—all inhuman conditions. Horrors of the unknown could do that to people. June’s ears rang with a high pitch sound so familiar to her. The world turned.

A taste of bile surfaced. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before she was going to lose the battle with her gut. June fought it. She continued to try to calm down. No giving in. Through stubborn will alone, she tried to keep herself in check. She turned on her hands and knees. "Uno, dos, tres. Spanish didn’t work. Ein, zwei, drei, vier." German didn’t work either. She had to stop, lift her head, and swallow. Concentrate on breathing. All colors were gone. She had the energy only to breathe, could barely hold her head up. Head down, gag reflex, and she lost the fight with her stomach.

Champ, ever so faithful, panted, trying to show her his love and support. June’s head felt a bit better after she lost the battle with her stomach. She lifted her eyes and one of the blue trees softly lit up by the roots at the base. A faint bloom of pulsating light drifted up from the roots to the trunk, leaving behind a soft tinge of blue glow.

Like the box that had mesmerized June in the kitchen, the tree beckoned to June. The roots of the majestic, giant tree emerged pipe-like from the ground and entwined around the bark, luminescing, and pulsating in the rhythm of a lullaby, and the forest became a living nursery rhyme. The pulse came from the ground to the tree and from the tree back to the earth. She got up on shaking legs and sat on another spongy root, away from the carnage of the lost battle of wills with her own body. Her one hundred percent organic recliner gave comfort to an exhausted body. June closed her eyes. The root moved her slowly like a soft hammock.

Her body, so focused on calming her pain, offered no resistance to the movement. The whooshing sound of the spongy root helped to ease June’s pain. A natural painkiller without the side effects. She opened her eyes wide and found herself in front of three blue trees, the one in the middle being the most colossal tree she had ever seen. It was all sparkling light, like the phosphorescent flagellates that turn on in the wake of ships as they sail by. Except here, she had giant trees luminescing at will.

A singing, pulsating, bright and living family of three trees all in the same rhythm. The Queen Momma of the trio beckoned her to touch its bark. June couldn’t take her eyes away from the shine. The soft sound of the wind on the leaves and the show of lights calmed her. The light gave way to contentment. She had to touch the big Momma tree.

Standing up from her cushiony beanbag of a root, and with what little energy she had left, June took a step toward the tree, and then another. But then she said,

Wait, no, nope, Champ, I’m not making the same mistake again. I’m not touching that thing. Last time I touched a shiny thing, I ended up in a forest with massively beautiful, Sequoia-looking trees that have the blue cousin’s variety, with round flowers the size of chairs. June stood still, staring in awe at her Royal Highness, the Queen Blue Tree.

That was when June’s thoughts were distracted by a flashing yellow light on the side of the tree line. The sight attracted June’s attention. She could have sworn she saw a person. She walked a few steps forward, looking carefully, trying to see what had caused the flash. In the distance, far from where she stood, she thought she saw movement, but when she looked harder, she saw nothing. June squinted. She took two steps forward and then another, moving closer to the big tree.

While she was distracted, Champ came from behind and with the force of both his weight and momentum, he pushed her toward the tree. June landed with her arms and hands wide open, giving the tree the biggest hug, anyone could give. She’d fallen hard, but then she tried to push herself off the tree. Her hair and pajama top were tangled with a sliver of bark, so she was forced to lie sideways on the tree to release herself. As June tried to free her hair and pajama top, a sweet aroma emanated from the giant blue.

The sweet perfume relaxed all her muscles. Her breathing slowed. She became very sleepy. Her legs went limp. But the spongy roots moved to hold her while a soft, flat branch came out of the side, securing her against the tree. June and the tree became one as a watery sap covered her. June slept. The trunk created a spongy, soft-looking pillow for her head, and the clear tree sap covered June from head to toe. It looked like a transparent, clear gel, as if rain was pouring over her, covering June completely and softening her appearance.

Champ dutifully sat by her feet and he too was covered by the clear, watery liquid, becoming one with a gray rock and the tree roots. The luminescent box had caught her after it baited her like a flame taunts an insect. The blue tree had trapped her after her trusty companion Champ had obeyed The Voice that had asked him to push her.

June rested. Her hunger sated. Her knowledge increased. Her body was gently nestled in the womb of the Queen of Trees to start the process of a human metamorphosis. However, unlike Gregor in Kafka’s story, June’s change was one of union rather than isolation. An alteration of June’s outer shell would transform her into what she always needed to be but feared to become.

Chapter 2

The Blue from the Dead

Spring, Quetza Year 797

Near dawn, in a deep corner of the Living Dead Forest, an unusual-looking woman was rummaging around. She was there with a young boy.

On this night, in the depths of the forest, the woman foraging around was Lady Starr, the Master Botanist and Master Quartermaster for the castle of the mighty Giants the Athany Judges. She was collecting herbs for Lady Oliver, the Athany Master Healer for all castle inhabitants. Lady Starr and her little human pre-apprentice, Shasso, had to gather their herbs late at night. They couldn’t risk being seen outside of the castle by any of the inhabitants of the nearby villages, towns, or any one city. The emperor had forbidden them to be seen outside the castle.

However, this early morning, a short distance from the secret site of High Blue Trees, Shasso saw a glow—not any bright light, but a soft orange one.

Look, my lady! Come here, please.

Lady Starr looked at Shasso with her soft, droopy eyes. A scar under her right eye was a daily reminder of her years of battle under the curse. Her long, white hair, arranged in intricate braids with red, blue, green, and black beads, made a sound when she moved her head. She was an Athany Elder, one of the last thirteen leaders of her people. She had lived over 750 years, and it wasn’t until the last hundred she started to feel her age. The Athany were overly tall, ancient people, created to be the judges over the land, who had lost their right to judge by their own doing.

Shasso. Shasso, dear, what are you doing over there? We are supposed to be collecting herbs for Lady Oliver, not admiring the view.

Look, Lady Starr, look over there. It’s an orange light. I’ve never seen anything shine that color outside the castle.

Lady Starr sighed deeply. She knew the child was diligent and rarely stopped his work unless what he was seeing was worthy of his time. Shasso was only eight years old, with bright brown eyes and an intelligent mind. He was an industrious boy, an orphan. So, this distraction of his merited attention. She walked toward Shasso and received a shock of a lifetime. The light became brilliant, and out of the brightness, a woman stepped out. Then, an enormous black dog came out after her.

The dog and woman moved around as if they were newly born beings, marveling at everything around them. The woman didn’t belong to the Kingdom of Vanyan; she was an obvious outsider. She spoke in a funny language, both to herself and apparently to her dog. Lady Starr couldn’t understand any of the words. Her hair was dark, and it looked tousled as if she had just got out of bed. Her clothing was scant—a small top, no bottoms, but a slim covering. Her face was round and her nose small.

I wonder how she can possibly breathe through that tiny nose.

The woman was not tall. She looked dainty from a giant’s perspective. For the Athany woman, the dog was the beautiful one of this pair. Humans never looked attractive to Starr. The dog was the being that made an impression on her. He was pure black from head to toe, and he had an inner glow all his own. She could not see her face from a distance.

After a few minutes, the woman fell to the ground and then sat on the root of a tree. Where did she come from and who was her family? And what was she doing stepping out of a bright orange light?

Things come out of orange glows, not people, my lady, whispered Shasso.

The woman fell to her knees, with her dog staying right next to her. The orange light disappeared. That fair creature didn’t leave her side. That was when the giant trees started to glow with a faint blue light. The trees sang in a hum, they pulsated, they came alive. Nothing like this had happened in hundreds of years. This trio of High Blue Trees had been quiet for a very long time, but now they were alive, and they called to this woman.

The woman stood up from the root of the tree. She saw Lady Starr and Shasso. But the dog, as it ran, pushed the woman toward the Queen Blue Tree. She landed with her arms wide open and appeared to start pushing herself up, but then turned sideways, toward the sunrise.

Praise be! said Starr.

A blessing was then bestowed upon her: the water of transformation. The tree poured a blessing over her.

When this woman became one with the tree, Starr saw the possibility of freedom for her people. The chains of slavery tying them to the Emperor could be broken. The idea of liberty became a real possibility. Lady Starr could only cry once she saw the dog lying by the woman’s feet as he became one with the roots and the rocks.

Answered prayers of freedom and her g-d gave her and Shasso the honor of witnessing the start of life. The G-d of Truth and Life was creating again.

Shasso, go back to the castle and let the Headmistress and Lord Randall know the Queen Blue is carrying a Companion. Don’t worry, they will understand. Run, Shasso, run.

Shasso ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. Lady Starr just looked at the tree between tears. She could see the outline of the woman and the dog by her feet. This lady’s clothing was gone, and her body had scars. Lady Starr touched the silhouette of the woman on the now-glowing translucent tree bark. She then saw the small box lying by the feet of the beautiful hairy creature.

The Box of the Chosen! That explains the orange glow, but how did this end up here? The box has been missing for years.

Lady Starr’s dark hands shook, as emotions that had been trapped in her soul for years started to resurface. Could this be the cure for their curse? She sat and admired in awe what her g-d was creating inside of a High Queen Tree. As Lady Starr admired the woman, she noticed the mark of the Gift had appeared on her neck, while on her left shoulder Starr could see the mark of the Vessel.

The woman was a gift-vessel, but she looked broken. There were scars on both her neck and shoulder. How in the world could both qualities be broken? How could this woman be standing? When both conditions broke, the person would die, but there she was, very much alive. Her chest was moving, her eyes were flickering, and she even smiled from inside the tree. How could a high trio of Blue Trees call a person with a broken Gift and Vessel? Why were the trees calling out to a damaged woman? She must have something else attracting the tree.

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As the morning dawn slowly arrived and the dew became