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*Letters * mean they're stressed. LetTers mean their tone of voice is
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The Sands of Destiny,
2) Family Crisis
By Ron Dow75 [email protected]
[ Note: This story is only ? completed. I have published it in the
hope that
someone can help me kick-start it again. I know how the
technology works, it's the action visuals I'm having trouble
with. Thank You. ]
The bedroom door was eased open. Dawn was breaking through the
six-foot high windows on the other side. There laying half curled, half
sprawled, still in her school uniform, was the sixteen year old. Careful... Don't
wake her, the woman almost said out loud.
.
Trying not to tremble, she dabbed a cotton swab on the sandy-haired
girl's arm. She got only the smallest of reactions.
.
From her breast pocket, the woman pulled a hypodermic.
.
Pushing the plunger so that some of the fluid inside squirted out, the
woman whispered, "Please believe me; I didn't want to have to do this."...
.
* * * * *
The girl felt hot and prickly. Was it summer already? Someone turn on
the air conditioner. At least open the window, get a breeze in here. Do I have
to do it myself!?
.
Steffani opened her eyes. Her room was now the color of gold, with
jewels being just about the only adornment. It screamed wealth.
.
But it was no bigger than her own room. Her bedroom was big, but
somehow she thought something this opulent should be larger than 20 by 20.
.
At the end were her door should be, were two museum display cases.
What could be so valuable they would put it in a gold-and-jeweled room?!
.
The one on her right was empty. The one on the left was
.
"Garbage??!" It was true! It had old fruit and vegetables, and other
table scraps; along with rags, paper, and even some broken dishes! All,
thankfully, sealed in, airtight.
.
As she tried to figure it out, she asked herself, "When gold is common
as garbage, garbage is worth more than gold?"
.
There at last was a sound: Of a vacuum breaking!
.
Eww!! Steffani stepped back from the case, preparing her nose for a
terrible stench.
.
While she looked, the garbage morphed!
.
The glass case lid disappearing, Steffani did not want to believe her
eyes as the mass of muck became a man: He was a tall, wide man of late
middle-age; his large heavy eyebrows were salt-and-pepper gray, as what
other body hair the bald man had that Steffani cared to look at. He was
naked!!
.
But before Steffani could look away, the rags wove themselves around
him, while the glassware completed his outfit. He wore something that looked
like a cross between boots and sneakers; white pants; an open yellow and
silver robe with a white pleated shirt that hung down his front. He wore
ornate gold bands around his ankles, wrists, and collar. A gold crown fell just
above his eyebrows, giving him a stern frown; from that, on either side of his
large, narrow nose, were two triangles that stopped on the sides of his chin,
but extended a few inches down on the jaw sides. And on his head was a high
yellow and silver stovepipe hat without the brim, higher in the front than the
back. A white cape extended down from the hat.
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"Eeee!!" Steffani squeaked: The thing moved!!
.
He was floating! He levitated up off the table, and onto his feet, even
as his eyes opened.
.
He looked at her with his very severe, very scary face.
.
"You are not Rashard," he accused her.
.
"Richard?"
.
"Where is my lord, Crown Prince Rashard?!"
.
"Prince? The only prince I know --Oh, I get it! This is *his *dream!"
.
"Where is he, girl!!" the man demanded.
.
"I, uh, guess I'm taking his place in this dream," she informed him.
.
The man looked at her, from top to bottom, and up again. "You will
have to do--We must prepare for the battle!!"
.
"Battle?!"
.
"The feud has erupted yet again!" he strode past her to the front of the
room.
.
Where Steffani's four front windows would've been in her room, the
wall of gold had opened up to be a single fifteen by six foot window onto the
universe! "As much as I hate involving a female, I have no choice.
.
"You are the only other person on the prince's yacht."
.
I am? And Steffani looked herself again. There were no doors. This is
a yacht? One room???
.
* * * * *
The woman came down the stairs. She wanted to cry, but would not
allow it.
.
"Can I go to school early, Mommy?" a copper-haired eleven year old
asked.
.
"No. It's way to early. And someone has to drive you."
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"But Steffani scares me."
.
"Your sister will not bother anybody for today. Maybe two," the
woman said, putting the hypodermic back in its case.
.
"You gave her a shot."
.
"It's just so she can sleep, dear. I had Dr. Coens bring it over."
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"Wow! Steffani *must *be sick! You say you *never *like to use
drugs!"
.
"Not when my patients have a hope of solving their own problems!!"
she told her youngest. "Why be dependent."
.
She looked at Barbara.
.
"I'm sorry, dear. You're right. They say you shouldn't treat your own
family."
.
"If your own mom's a psychologist and can't help, what hope is there
for Steffani?"
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* * * * *
"Come here, girl!" the stiff old man told her, pointing by his side.
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"First, tell me who you are!"
.
"That should be my question. But we have no time for formalities."
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"Yes, we do! This is just a dream: And I want to know as much about
the prince's life as he knows about mine!"
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"I said, HERE, Girl!!" his was now the hand of a superior being.
.
"*That *certainly won't get your way with me. All I asked was your
name."
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Lines like spider webs shot from the jewels that lined the walls to the
side of the giant window. "Aaaa!!!" Steffani screamed as they wound around
her wrists, ankles, waist, and shoulders.
.
"Let go of me!! Haven't you heard of common courtesy!!? I just want
to know what to call you!!
.
"--I'll make a Lousy Slave!! I promise!!!" she panicked, as she was
drawn toward the mean, maybe dirty, old man.
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"Slave?" he said archly. "I give you an honor few women have ever
had."
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What's he up to?? Steffani asked herself as she was forced to his side.
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"I offer you the Right of the Hamdar!" Steffani opened her eyes: Her
mouth dropped.
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Strand after strand of the web had wrapped themselves around her
ankles, waist, wrists (and around her shoulders), and were morphing into gold
bands, more ornate, even, than the old man's.
.
When she could take her eyes off of the miracle, to ask him what this
meant, she saw that his were now one with his own set of spider strands. Even
the crown on his head.
.
As Steffani raised her eyes, she could feel that she, too, wore a crown.
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* * * * *
"Everybody okay in here?!" a male voice called out from the direction
of the front door.
.
"You didn't ask your father to come over, did you, Barbara?!" the
woman asked.
.
"Well, uh, I thought, well: You'd be too busy with Steffani."
.
"So you thought you'd get your father to run you to school and do all
the things you thought I'd be too busy to do for you, all the things I've
*always *done for you?!"
.
The woman reached out her hand. And placed it on the girl's back.
"Thank you, dear. I'm sorry, but I guess I will be busy with Steffani. I hope
you can understand."
.
"Yes, Mommy. I'm not the one who's crazy."
.
"Your mother crazy?" said the late-thirty year old man with boyish
good looks, even with his thinning hair and slight paunch. "That would be a
welcome change."
.
"This is about Steffani, Abel."
.
"Steff? What could possibly be wrong with my biggest little girl?"
.
"She's crazy, Daddy. I mean: *real-ly *crazy."
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Abel looked at Candace as if to ask, okay, what's the joke?
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Candace nodded her head in all seriousness.
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Abel's grin faded, but, as always, refused to go completely away.
"What? She take after her old dad, and think she's been abducted by aliens?"
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* * * * *
The old man in the yellow robe and tall hat, spoke solemnly, "Radio
waves with the frequencies of silicon are approaching."
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"So?" Steff asked, still trying to just get used this dream.
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"So, you are an ignorant female, after all."
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"What did you say!!?"
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"I say be quiet, so that you may learn your peril!"
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"No!! I'm a 'stupid' female, remember?! It'll take more than just my
life in."
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Strands from quiet a few jewels stopped just in front of her mouth.
.
Steffani eyed the plug.
.
"The sands that throw themselves off the desert ships use the particles
and radiation that they come across in the vacuum to sail towards it again.
This is what causes them, in effect, to 'ring'. That is what we hear."
.
Steffani gave a little jump. But instead of the strands before her mouth,
it was the crown above her forehead that moved. It settled over her eyes and
even nose.
.
"Now, to see if you can use the Right of the Hamdar. What do you
see?"
.
What she saw was a comet, a two-headed comet the color of the
beach. They both had flashes appearing and disappearing on them. The larger
one had a swirl pattern going from its front to its back. At least seven times as
length as the head, the tail was densest in the middle and spread out at the end
like a fountain; the spray returned to the ball in rhinestone twinkles. She did
not 'hear' anything, though, despite the fact there was a part of the crown
near her ears.
.
"Uh.... It's not a comet, right? Uh, a space ship?"
.
" 'Space ship'?" the arid old man sneered. "How quaint," he said as his
crown, now, too, covered his eyes and nose.
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* * * * *
"UFO's! I wish it were that simple, Abel! And I *do *mean that
simple. The depth of her delusional fantasy is breath-taking."
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"It hurts my stomach to hear her talk," Barbara told her daddy.
.
"And she's talked--Argued, really--with herself *All *night!" Candace
put her hand up to her head, fighting the urge to fall apart.
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"Mommy had to give her a shot!"
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"A shot!? Candace, you didn't!!"
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"I did! I'm a failure! As a psychologist, and a mother!"
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"Barbara, why don't you fix breakfast for us?"
.
Barbara looked at the scene her dad wanted to create with her mom.
"Okay, Daddy," she said, backing toward the kitchen.
.
But Candace Kane did not want to be comforted, "I didn't know what
else to do!! You should hear her!" the woman said, starting to pace to keep
from breaking down completely. "She was trying to 'talk sense' to her
invisible prince."
.
"Prince? As in Charming?"
.
"According Steffani, he's anything But charming. The reason he's
invisible is that he's from outer space. *That's *why only She can hear him.
Through ESP.
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"No, wait. That's right: She changed her story. Now, he's *inside
*her. Not just in her mind, but in her *genes *!"
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"In her jeans?! I thought she said not to buy any more?"
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"Abel!" Candace turn in her pacing, stopping to look at him.
.
"When I tried to get her to open up to me, she said, 'Mom! Not, now!
I'm trying to save the World!' "
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* * * * *
As she looked, the smaller comet-head moved in its orbit in their
direction.
.
"The attack has begun. Remember, girl, the fate of worlds depend on
the outcome of this battle!"
.
"Yeah, Earth's," Steffani said under her breadth. "And who knows
how many other guinea pig planets like us."
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As she watched, the smaller ball developed a hole in its middle. "Be
my helmsman!" the old man commanded. "My actions will create reactions.
You must counter them!"
.
"And how do I do that?!!"
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"If you do not know when the time comes, you are, indeed, a 'stupid'
female!"
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"Grrr!! I'll show you who's stupid!" Steffani said, putting herself into
softball-shortstop ready. The hairs on her arms and back of the head rose.
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* * * * *
"Save the Earth? I knew Steffani was special, but--"
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"Abel, this is no time for your joking!" Candace told him, coming back
at him, her hands at her sides in fists.
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"And this is no time to get stressed out," Abel held up his hands,
pretending that he believed she would actually strike him. "You won't help
anybody in the loony bin!"
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"You should talk about being institutionalized! Before you met me you
were ready to found the Church of the Flying Halo!"
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"But I didn't, did I!" Abel yelled back in the same tone of voice. To
change, "You were there for me.
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"Just as you have to be there for Steffani."
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* * * * *
On their own, her arms wanted to rise up...
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A massive, city-short-circuiting lightning bolt leaped from the big
through the now tube-like small comet head--Right at her!!
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Steffani didn't just Let her arms go up, she made her arms go up: She
screamed!
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Lightning of their own shot back.
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"Stupid Female, that is My job!!"
.
Theirs was powerful enough to turn a part of their own sandy moon
into glass. But it was still no match for the god-bolt!
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But part of it, too, struck their still moving moon, melting a good deal
of it.
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The remainder stuck like a sledgehammer to a rotting support strut.
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Suddenly gravity was gone.
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"Stupid! Incompetent! *Worthless *!! Female..." he floated up in a
nearly still rage.
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As the old jerk ranted on, Steffani cried, "I have to win!! I can't let the
prince be right!! Earth is *Not *the last refuge for the losers of the universe!!"
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* * * * *
"I wish I could believe I could be, Abel: Believe me! But how do you
get through to a girl who wouldn't listen to others even when she was sane?!"
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"The first thing you do is stop that! You make Steffani sound like a--"
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"Aaaa!!" Candace screamed.
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Abel turned his head in the direction her head was in. "See?! You're
ready to snap! It's just Steff coming down!"
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"That's impossible!! Dr. Coens said the shot'd knock an elephant out!!
Safely, of course!!"
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"So, he gave you a placebo: Something to calm *your *nerves!"
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Into view stepped a teenage --BOY!!
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* * * * *
Steffani stood in mid air, the webs not letting her float very far one
way or another. "I know this is just a dream. But it's so real."
.
She was on her back, now, body half standing before the window on
the galaxy. "What if it is!"
.
"Where is your sense of gravity, girl!! I can not lead the counterattack,
and be helmsman!"
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"What??" Steffani asked, her mind working on something else.
.
"Take control of the dzhen that keep us from free fall!!"
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_Commentary _: I know where I want to take this story and series, I just lack,
at the moment, the inspiration for original _sand tech _.
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