Three days had passed since the arrival, passing, and the destruction of The Devil’s Comet. Everyone on Topaz was still celebrating.
From atop a tall mesa in the desert between Kai and Omen, Maurice and Linda looked down on the massive two rows of people caravanning back to their respective cities. The Omens were marching back to Kai to be in touch with magic and nature, while the Mondarians were going back to Omen for science and discovery.
In Maurice’s heart, this was the best solution for both peoples.
Linda put her arm around his waist. “Do you think both cultures will survive from this point?”
“Yes, I truly believe that they will,” he concluded. “These people are people just like us. All they need is good leadership. I trust that Markell will be the right person for the job.”
It was just before evening on Topaz. Maurice turned his attention to Kimberley and Tasha. They were both lifting a small but heavy machine that Maurice and Markell had rushed together and were placing it on top of Duhbe.
Kimberley was anxious to get started. “Are you sure this thing is supposed to work?” She said to Maurice as Tasha helped connect the last minute wires to the cuffs that went from her wrist into Maurice’s machine.
“I’m positive. It’s 100 percent safe. This machine will filter out bad radiation from the soil as you touch the ground. I want you to spread as many varieties of plants and trees as you can between the two cities. It will expand their chances of survival.”
“Let’s go,” said Tasha.
With that, they were off. For the next nine hours, Kimberley had her work cut out for her. With several trips back and forth, the soil was reenergized, growing plants, trees, fauna, and flora. Topaz had begun its second chance.
Everyone then went back to Starcutter. It’s definitely time to leave.