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EARTH DATE: JUNE 29 11:00 PM
Gardenside Alberta Canada, Brooke’s home.
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THORNE, ELI, AND ZIVA stood outside the alien dwelling, and contemplated what they presumed to be the entryway. None of them were certain how it worked. There was no communication pad to announce their presence, and they did not know Terran customs. A voice spoke out of the darkness. “Do not move. I’m holding a weapon on you, and I have enough back-up to take you all down. Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Thorne set his hand on the butt of his phase pistol and exchanged a look with Eli. “We’re here to speak with Theiv Draakon.” He was aware of Eli stiffening and the glance he shared with his wife. He shrugged. It had been Eliana’s secret to reveal.
A light turned on without warning and they blinked against the sudden brightness. “Asshole.” Thorne muttered, glad for the automatic updates to the translators as they entered the Sol Star System. Terrans had some colorful language. He could appreciate that. Three men stepped into the light, all of them holding weapons that he did not recognize. Thorne watched them warily, ready to go for his own weapon if necessary.
A dark-haired man watched them silently, his gaze hard, showing no surprise to be speaking to aliens. “Theiv mentioned he was expecting backup, but I assumed soldiers would be sent, and a lot more of them.”
“This is what happens when a Creator interferes with a mission.” Thorne muttered, clenching his jaw. “If you will bring Theiv out here, he can confirm that he knows me, and that Eli and Ziva are his parents.”
Clay looked at the two men with him, then stepped closer and studied Eli and Ziva. “He looks like you both, but with all your advanced technology, that shouldn't be hard to achieve.” He pulled his smartphone from his pocket and hit the number for Theiv. “Theiv, we have three aliens on the front porch. Two of them are claiming to be your parents.”
The door opened instantly, and Theiv, his phase pistol drawn, stepped out onto the front porch. He stared at the three aliens who Clay was pointing his weapon at and shook his head then laughed. “The infamous Deathstalker, captured by a technologically less advanced alien. This is going to be interesting to explain to your warriors.”
“Fuck you, Theiv.” Thorne growled.
Theiv smirked and looked at his parents. “You guys checking up on me?”
Ziva shook her head and stepped into Theiv’s embrace. “Stop poking at your father. Are you alright?” She stepped back, and looked at her oldest son, her hand lifting to brush back the hair that had fallen over his forehead.
“I’m a Dragon Warrior, mother.”
“And yet, the Creator, Eliana, decided to pay us a visit and send us on a mission to retrieve you,” Eli said, his arms folded over his chest.
Theiv raised his eyebrow. “The Creator? Are you serious?” He looked over at Thorne to see if the man shared his sudden concern for his parent’s mental health.
“Don’t look at me, Draakon. Rune fucking Aezorwyn, himself, appeared on my ship, demanding I rush to your rescue. You seem to have brought yourself to the attention of both Creators.”
An exotic woman of undetermined origin stepped out onto the porch. “What’s going on, Theiv?” Brooke’s voice trailed off as she saw the massive man with long blue hair and pointed ears watching her. Her eyes widened, and she moved closer to Theiv before noticing the two people standing with him. Theiv put his arm around her, “Father, Mother, this is Brooke St. Claire. We are Jhaerithe, chosen.” He hesitated. “But the situation is complex. Come inside and we will talk.”