with his mate tending to their six new children. Cezee stayed aloft until Jesa stopped kissing Jingo and said, “Yes.”
Chapter Six
Twenty year old Scotty Robbins sat on the hill looking up at the stars. They were still amazing after all these years.
“Why do you spend so many nights out on this hill, White Hair?”
Scotty looked over at Vring sitting on the hill beside him and said, “I guess it’s because I know the history of many of them. There are others out there that are just like us staring at the majesty of the universe around us. They, too, are struggling to survive.” Scotty rolled over and looked at Vring and said, “Those stars were once all joined together in a community of millions of planets.” Scotty rolled back over on his back and said, “My home world is now gone from this universe with the Great Royal Family that ruled us with love, compassion, and wisdom. They once tried to make us more than we could be. Greed, ambition, and lust for power seduced many of us and we lost it all.”
Vring continued to stare at the sky and said, “I’ve seen what you speak of in your mind. There are times one must lose everything to understand and appreciate what they take for granted.”
“It was too high a price, Vring. Trillions have died in the aftermath of that loss. No one remained strong enough to control those bent on absolute power. Now we are only a shadow of what we were.” Scotty took a deep breath, “We lost so much.” Scotty looked at the stars and said, “I dream of finding those out in those stars that have learned this lesson and long to be rejoined to a community that knows the value of peace.”
Vring remained silent and looked at the stars.
“I’m surprised you’re not helping care for the newborns. The last hatching set some kind of record didn’t it?”
“I’m actually using you as an excuse to escape.” Scotty looked at Vring. “I told Bleath that you wanted me to take you Torg hunting in the morning. That’s the only excuse that would allow me to escape.”
Scotty laughed, “Is it that bad?”
“Think about what thirty thousand newborns sound like. Add that to the forty five thousand youngsters less than three cycles old; I think my ears are still dead and will never hear properly again. Even a Torg could charge me and I wouldn’t hear it. Thank the Air God for all the food your archers provided or we would be in huge trouble feeding them.”
Scott smiled, “I would have never thought any of you would complain about newborns.”
“Easy for you to say; you don’t have to feed or hear them.”
Scotty chuckled again and said, “Well, we’ll go up in the morning and make sure some of your community see us.”
“I appreciate that more than you know. By the way, where’s Jingo?”
“Jesa is close to delivering their first child and he’s staying close.”
There was silence for several minutes and Vring asked, “Have you not found a mate?”
Scotty sighed deeply, “No. There are quite a few of our young women that have made their interest known but none of them touch my heart.”
There were several more minutes of silence and Scotty said, “None of them come close to what my mother was. I guess I still miss her too much.”
“I’ve seen Jesa’s memories of the day she died. She was a remarkable Human. She died trying to save several that had fallen.”
There was another long silence, then Vring said something that brought Scotty up off his back. “At least she didn’t suffer like those poor slaves north of our lands.”
“What slaves, Vring?”
“Oh, don’t worry about them; they aren’t members of your community. The big Yellow Skins use them to work their farms.”
“Vring what are you talking about?! What do you mean, suffering?”
Vring looked at Scotty and said, “I thought you only protected those in your two communities. Those slaves are captured species being forced to farm for the Yellow Creatures. They have been captive since shortly after the original destruction.”
Scotty jumped up and said, “We do not tolerate slavery of any kind. You mean there are many being held as slaves?”
Vring tilted his head and said, “They were the last time one of our warriors flew over their lands.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Three cycles ago, just before you came to save our eggs, we sent warriors out looking for safe nesting grounds. We have seen them occasionally over the centuries.”
“Vring, I want you to take me there.”
“No way!”
“Why not?”
“Those yellow creatures have a weapon which uses a bright beam that kills Torg from great distances. It is called a blaster, according to your memories. I will not take you into that deadly land.”
“If you won’t take me, I will start walking there in the morning. I will not sit idly by when there are people being held in slavery.”
Vring saw Scotty was serious. “White Hair, they will see you just like the Torg that have learned to sprint into the forest when one of you goes flying with us. I can hide with my color shifting, but they will see you.” Vring paused and said, “Besides, I must have my father’s permission to leave our lands.”
Scotty stood up and started up the hill. “Hey, where are you going?”
“I told you I would walk if you won’t take me.”
“You’re serious; aren’t you?”
“Yes I am, Vring. Slavery was never tolerated by the Holy Realm, and we live by the Realm’s principles.”
“Well, wait just a minute. Slow down. I’ll go home and request that I take you to see the northern slaves. If I’m turned down, Zreeg will come take you. It would take you almost a cycle to walk the distance and you don’t know where you’re going. They’ve been there over a thousand cycles; waiting a few more days won’t make a difference. That will give you time to prepare for the trip.”
Scotty stared at Vring and said, “Ok, I’ll wait three days. If you don’t come back I’ll start hiking north.”
“Why does this bother you so much?”
“Slavery robs a being of everything; their self-worth, their happiness, their dreams, and their love. No one should endure that kind of suffering.”
“Is it your responsibility to free every slave on the planet?”
“It is the duty of all of us to free those that are slaves. That includes your species, too.”
“Why?”
“Because the Torg had enslaved your people; your species were made a food source for them and you faced extinction at their jaws. How was life living under the Torg, Vring?”
Vring was silent and finally took a huge breath, “Every day was spent in constant sorrow anticipating the coming slaughter of our hatchlings. Many had chosen just to attack a large Torg herd to end their pain and suffering. Most of those were the mothers that had lost their eggs too many times.”
“Do you think those slaves feel any different, with no hope of freedom?”
““Drab you, Scotty. Now I’m feeling anger at those slave masters.” Vring paused and said, “Even if I’m told not to go. I give you my oath I will take you anyway.”
“How long will it take us to go there?”
“Three days of hard flying.”
“Then ask Zreeg to go with us to carry enough food for you to make the round trip.”
“I’m sure I’ll find food on the way. If nothing else, the Torg reproduce at an extraordinary rate. Are you going alone?”
