their heads to the ground waiting for him to land. “Please rise, Great Flyers. I am honored by your homage.”
Bleath rose on his back legs, “Our families on our home world were overjoyed at our return, White Hair. They have not had a royal descendant for more than two thousand cycles and they are still celebrating my visit.”
“What do you mean Royal Descendant?”
“You don’t know how our leaders are selected, do you?”
“No, I just assumed you were elected by the flocks.”
“Our leaders are chosen by a color on their throat. As you have seen, when we are not shifting colors, Vring and I have a dark green band that runs around our necks. The one with the widest green band is the acknowledged Ruler of our Flocks. Vring and I possess the widest bands in our families, thus, we are the Rulers. When our six ancestors were taken from our home world, our parents were the only Royal Couple on the planet. Our eggs were the only ones they laid. There has not been a green band Zord since we were taken. All of us possess the green band on our throats and will be going home to help lead our brothers. They have struggled since our parents left to be with the Air God.”
“Congratulations, Bleath. They couldn’t have chosen a wiser or better leader.”
“White Hair, you and your communities must go with us to our home world.”
Scotty furrowed his brow, “Why is that?”
“Because you are our Royal Leader.”
Scotty was shocked into silence.
Bleath continued, “When I gave you my oath to follow you, it meant any of those under my care were also bound to that oath. There was great consternation when I told our families that I had given the Oath of Reverence to you. Then I shared with them what you had done to earn that honor. I also showed them how you had removed their attackers from our home. The flocks immediately rejoiced at having such a great leader to follow. Our warriors were the happiest of all. You must bring your communities to our world and join us. You are our Royal Rider and it’s vitally important that you come and take us toward our destiny.”
“This is not a decision I can make by myself.”
“Yes it is, White Hair. You are either the Ruler of your communities or they do not honor the oath they gave you. What does this world of the evil Duke hold for you?”
Scotty thought about that question. Bleath listened to his thoughts and saw him decide. “We will go with you, Great Flyer. I promise to protect the Zord from all enemies; however, I am designating you as the one that will handle all issues of your flocks. That is the only condition that you must accept if I will force my communities to leave this world.”
Bleath bowed deeply, “I will strive to make you proud of me, Your Majesty.”
“I’m going to talk with our communities. Be prepared to move quickly.”
“We will do as you command, White Hair.”
Scotty hit his com, “Anglo, has Michael arrived at the main cat migration?”
“He just arrived.”
“Teleport Vring and me to where he is.”
Scotty scampered up Vring’s harness and the two disappeared.
They reappeared about two thousand feet above the edge of the waste lands, and Vring fell five hundred feet before he caught the wind and rose above the giant grey herd below. “Vring, tell Michael to join us now.”
“He was about to kill that eighth cat but stopped just before he released the new arrow.”
Michael and Vetah climbed and arrived just as Scotty and Vring passed over the leading edge of the herd.
“What’s wrong, Your Majesty?”
“I don’t want you to stop the cat migration. Why were you going to fire on that cat?”
“It arrived and ran up to a giant cat. It was even bigger than the leader of the eight scouts. I think it communicated that we killed the other seven and that giant cat stopped the advance. The one that delivered the news kept turning and running back to the south. I sensed it wanted them to continue the advance. I decided that if I killed that cat, the others would stop the migration.”
“You’re probably right. Vring, can you communicate with those creatures?”
“Their thoughts are simple, but higher than the Torg. I can probably get them to understand some of what you want to communicate.”
“Tell them we’re sorry we killed their scouts. While you’re doing that, I want you and Vetah to turn off your color shifting. Michael, you and I will also turn off our Zeckas.”
The Giant Leader of the cats looked up and saw the two flying creatures overhead. Vring said, “I’ve told him.”
The Giant cat looked up in the sky and issued a huge roar. Now tell him that we are leaving the lands in front of him and he may continue his advance.”
Michael said, “What?!?”
“Tell him.”
The giant grey cat moved out in front of the herd and walked back and forth as it looked up in the sky at the two circling Zord and their riders. Finally, it turned to the herd and snarled. Seven huge cats emerged from their ranks and joined the survivor. The eight looked at the leader, turned, and ran toward the south. After ten minutes, the huge herd began moving forward.
“Anglo, take us back to the communities.”
The four appeared high over the community clearing as they fell and then caught the air in the Zord’s wings. Vring screeched and Scotty heard the three horns start sounding off. They circled until the majority of the communities had arrived. Julie and Jingo pulled their visors down and saw Scotty and Michael circling high above. “What’s going on?”
“I have no idea, Jingo, but that isn’t Zreeg that’s Scotty is riding. It’s Vring.”
“They’re back. Something’s happened.”
“We’ll find out momentarily.” They saw the two Zord and riders start their descent.
Chapter Eleven
Scotty dismounted Vring and the gathered communities bowed. “Please rise.”
Julie waited with the others wondering what was going on. Scotty looked at her and motioned her forward. He also waved Jingo to join him. Michael dismounted and started moving toward the gathering and Scotty said, “Michael, I want you here with us.”
He looked at Jingo, who shrugged, and then turned and joined Scotty in the center of the clearing. “I’ve wondered if you really trust me to make the best decisions for you when you selected me as your ruler. I think I’ll find out now if you do. We are leaving El Prado and moving to the Zord’s home world with them.”
There was a moment of shocked silence, then the crowd erupted in bedlam. It was clear they did not like the idea at all. Scotty waited as the noise grew louder, when suddenly the crowd was shocked by a reverberating scream from Vring. The Zord flared its huge wings and the communities grew quiet.
“Thanks, Vring.” Scotty turned to the gathering and they saw his anger. “It’s easy to say you’ll follow the decisions of your leader when you agree with them. Quite frankly, you should choose another to lead you right now. However, my family and I will be leaving with the Zord.”
The seven hundred archers from the Night of the Torg stood and moved into the center, joining Scotty. It was clear what they were going to do. The communities saw their best defenders saying they were leaving.
Kess stood and asked, “Why must we leave our homes and go to a new world?”
Scotty looked at her and everyone saw his anger melt. They knew how much he loved Kess. “We are going to need a place where we can be safe. Here on this planet, there are just too many predators that kill us. Now we have a new predator that is more dangerous than any we have faced. I’ve also had it demonstrated to me that the cats are developing rudimentary intelligence. If left alone, they will one day be the rulers of this planet. Our ideals prevent us from wholesale destruction of any life, much less one that is developing intelligence.”
Scotty looked around and continued, “But there’s more to it than just our safety from the cats. This planet
