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Grace had never been this happy throughout her entire life. Royce and her had made love twice tonight. It was beautiful and sensual but it was not the act which excited her. It was having somebody close to her, somebody she can share her life with. Yet, there was something in the air tonight she didn't like. It was something she couldn't understand. The battle tomorrow scared her.
Grace didn't want to confront the Vvong Queen. When they felt her presence on Marlena’s father’s old ship, the Sentinel, she felt the awesome power Morgana had and how they were tossed around like children.
She sighed and stared at her Royce. He was content to sleep. Grace knew this day would come, and she was anticipating it not because she wanted to destroy Morgana, once and for all, but she was sick traveling from place to place living off their wits and means. She wanted this over and done with.
Grace closed her eyes and fell asleep.
***
CAPTAIN MARLENA WAS sitting in her ready room. She was staring at her parents picture on her holo screen. She had got everything she wanted. She was a Captain of a ship with a great crew. Her parents were both healthy and alive. Yet, she knew the next solar cycle the battle would begin. And she checked and double checked everything. Her crew was battle ready, and she was ready.
She sighed. Changing her screen, she scanned over the last reports over her ship. Everything was fine. Except, everything was too perfect. Her nerve must be getting to her. She was looking for things that was not there.
Captain Marlena was wondering what her nagging feeling was trying to tell her. She hoped she found the last of the spies on board. Captain Marlena and Commander Giles had kept constant watch over the crew and the ship
***
DUKE GRENDEL SIGHED. He just finished talking to his wife through the holo communications. She was beautiful as ever. He wanted all this fighting to be finally over. He changed his screen to check on all the new ships and men he had received from the Middle Earth Elves and Trolls. He had received almost 100 vessels. It was a considerable army.
Duke Grendel wanted to destroy the Vvong Queen. He wanted to strike the final blow and now it was finally done. Yet, he was not destined to do that. It was befallen for the Alpha Mage, Lazarus or the Wizard, Merlin to strike the final blow.
Except, he felt it was his duty to attack the Vvong armada army. He thought about everything they had sacrifice to get to this moment. They had to leave their home world, Earth, toward the stars to survive. They had to live in the blackness of space on a Hive large vessel. The magical races had given everything and now after all these years. Merlin and Lazarus had told him they needed to step away and let the Vvong army swarm and take over earth. His blood rage was boiling in him.
His rage was coming over him. He shouldn't let it but he knew if he bottled it up in his mind and body somebody or something would feel his wrath. He touched the controls of his holo communicator. Instantly a voice said, “Yes, Duke Grendel, how can I assist you?”
The voice was front the chief communicator.
He said, “Get me, General Romo. We don't have enough time and I want everybody to be ready.”
***
MERLIN FLEW IN THE night’s air, feeling the current flow around him. His vision was enhanced because he morphed into a great snowy owl. The world around him had changed but still looked the same. He saw flying vehicles human and magic folk alike. He also saw buildings higher than the tallest castles he had ever seen tower over the land and himself.
He soared past vast cities with lights strung all along the streets and buildings. England had changed, and he wondered if the doorway was still there. It was a pathway to his hidden library. He had to hide it since Morgana had stolen some of his magical books.
Merlin had to find the book with the history and spells for Excalibur. It could help them fight Morgana.
Even now, he could hear Morgana trying to call him to contact her. But he knew her seductive ways. Morgana had grown in her power and if she was at her full strength and back to her physical self, he couldn't stop her.
He flew toward an island between England and Ireland. Merlin used his magic to learn directions from people he flew past. It was easy. He would tap into their memories and use it as a guide. Merlin hated doing this but time was the essence. The place he was looking for was now called Isle of Man. It was a fitting description. He placed his vast library at a small island in the south called the Calf of Man. The wind was getting colder as he soared along the English Channel.
The stars were bright against the backdrop of the blackness of night. Even though he knew from the people he read from their minds that the Isle of Man had major prosperous cities on it. He was surprised to see it. Especially, since the Breaking of the Bastions had changed this planet demolishing most of this world by magical disasters.
Merlin wanted to visit the picturesque harbor he flew by but he soared among the current moving south. The lights of the city still burnt into his retina. Using some of his magic, he flew faster than an owl could fly and quickly gained the distance toward his destination, the Calf of Man. The island was small barely could be called an islet. It was only one mile long and not inhabited.
He saw a light house, now broken into ruins. It was almost smashed to just the foundations. He gleamed from the people on England that the Isle of Man was hit by several severe lightning storms and tidal waves after the Breaking of the Bastions. It was a legend. The other lighthouses on the Calf of Man was obliterated. The only one left somewhat standing was this one he flew by.
Merlin found the doorway by his magical senses. It was at a nook near the beach cove but it was covered by rock and earth. He could see it with his arcane power. Landing on the ground close to a doorway. He changed back into himself.
Focusing his magic, he moved the stones and debris away from the entrance. It was a mere child play for him to do. The name of this area came to him. It was the Puddle. This miscellaneous information came to him. He shook his head trying to quell his thoughts. When he entered other people's minds, useless information or tidbits leaked into his mind. He needed to show Lazarus how to do this.
Walking down a deep incline, he moved closer to the entrance. He saw a large stone boulder. Waving his arms in concentric circles, the rocks before him changed and reformed into a wooden antique door. As he moved closer, the doorway opened. The scent of old parchment and old leather books came to him.
