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My urgent shout must have impressed upon Sarah and Jessica that I wanted us out of there right away. To be immediate about it, they just teleported the whole area rather than each of us as individuals. That's the only way I can account for the medium sized fire that we had burning in our living room when we popped back into the house. I thought the teleport for live animals and humans was different from the teleport for objects, but maybe they just used everything they had to get it done faster. There's so much about all this stuff we don't know yet.
Talk about excitable; these young girls nowadays have no sense of humor. We didn't need fire engine sirens with all the screams the girls let out as the living room burst into flames. Girls scattered everywhere, either getting out of there or looking for fire extinguishers. I was never sure who was doing what. It was just a little fire. Bandor never caused that much reaction.
Little Sarah is a cutie. She showed us she would also be something special when she grows up. Maybe she's just used to Arrian's fire. She looked at all the girls as if they were nuts (she's perceptive too!) < Hey! J.>, rolled her eyes, giggled, and breathed an icy cold, wet wind on the flames. Bye-bye fire. She got several nasty looks from the girls. Hey, they could've done it too.
It wasn't long before all the girls were back in the room. We all looked at our new visitor, still handcuff to the chair. I started looking for keys to let her out. Amy looked at me crossly, did something with her fingers, and the cuffs fell off. Oh yeah, world's best lock picker.
The new woman was in a state of shock, and it seemed to be from our teleporting. I wasn't sure how someone who knew the ancient language could be surprised by teleporting and powers, but she appeared to be. That look of shock was nothing compared to when she looked up and saw Victoria.
"Tar sento lis shadento," she whispered, her voice quivering from ... something. She was trembling all over. "Zenda sha lortal conzenta?" she asked.
It was like a Chinese fire drill. None of us knew what the other was saying. This was fun! Not!
"Tala zardo en sinto," the voice from across the room said. We all whipped around to see Elizabeth walking towards the other 'Victoria', talking to her.
"Tori-llia," the woman answered, as she stood up, facing Elizabeth.
"Tori-llia," Elizabeth answered, pointing at Victoria. "Victoria," she added.
The woman freaked.
"Nyle! Nasu Tori-llia!" whatever she was saying, she was insistent. I assumed she was insisting she was the real Tori-llia.
"Tori-llia," Elizabeth repeated, pointing at Victoria again. The woman sank down in a chair and closed her eyes. She was trembling.
Elizabeth sat next to her and they proceeded to have a long conversation. We understood little of it, except Tori-llia. Using the format for the other girls' ancient names that we knew, it was apparent that Tori-llia was this woman's name. It was also apparent, according to Elizabeth, that it was also our Victoria's name in the ancient tongue. I was getting a headache.
After jabbering for about ten minutes, the woman leaned her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Victoria, a look of concern still on her face, sat next to her. She reached out tentatively and took her hand, holding it gently.
You would have thought someone had just electrocuted Tori-llia. She jumped and her eyes flew open wide, her head turning sharply towards Victoria. She didn't take her hand away, however, and in fact clutched Victoria's hand tightly. They both looked into each other's eyes deeply, and suddenly the air almost screamed with non-verbal communication. I could tell by the look on the girls' faces that they were not included in the conversation. I wasn't either. It was obvious that all of us ceased to exist as far as the two Victoria's were concerned, as they linked with each other. They just sat there, staring into each other's eyes.
Elizabeth told us what she knew.
"Her name is Tori-llia. That means Victoria in her language. She not only looks exactly like Victoria, but she has the same name. Her birthday is April 13, which makes her one of us. She is the same age as Victoria, I think. I will have to consult with Megan about the potential differences in telling time, but I would bet the farm they were born at the same instant.
"She has no idea how she got here. One minute she was going about her business, and the next thing she knew she was handcuffed to a chair with a bunch of men doing unspeakable things to her." Elizabeth's eyes looked sad, but there was also something else in there, something that made those men lucky they were already dead. Victoria broke her connection with the other woman for a minute and looked at me. There was still fear in her eyes, but there was an intense rage in there also, more so than I had ever seen in her eyes before. Her new friend was crying, and Victoria returned her attention to her and hugged her tightly. The other woman held on as if she were drowning.
"Oh, and by the way, she helps run a private security firm and was once an agent in their equivalent of the FBI, as far as I can tell. She has no idea where she is, and has no frame of reference for where she's from. It's unlikely she's from this planet. From the description of where she's from, and her spoken language, she's almost surely from Planet # 1. She calls it Terzo."
Elizabeth let all that sink in.
"Is that the name of Planet # 1?" I asked. Surely Elizabeth, or Lisa, or someone would know that.
Elizabeth sighed heavily.
"It's not that simple, Patrick. I dropped out for a long, long time after ... well, after. At that time, there was a planet we called Terzo, the first of three inhabited planets. But that name has not been used for a long time. I don't know if anyone even remains of that planet. Is Planet # 1 the same planet? I don't know ... it could be. Certainly nothing in the history after the fall of Cornaza refers to any of the three planets by name. They are simply referred to as Planet # 1, 2 and 3. Even the writings that Megan has found refer to them as such. Also, remember, it's like here. Humans call this place 'earth'. Is that really the name? How many know it by 'Terra'? I suspect they stopped calling them by their real names once we left to keep potential enemies we might meet, or re-meet, from knowing who we were and where we were from. However, to Tori-llia, and any others that might be there, they refer to them by their real names."
"Becky, can you do a brain scan on her? I want to find out who she really is. Elizabeth, she acts as if she knows nothing of our powers or abilities. Can you explain what we are going to do and get her permission?" I asked.
"No need. You can go ahead and do it if you want, but I can tell you for sure, she is me. I don't know how, but she is me," Victoria said without breaking eye contact with her look-alike.
It was a good idea; it didn't go down well though. The woman acted horrified at the thought of someone scanning her, after Elizabeth spent ten minutes explaining what a scan was. She absolutely refused, and looked at us all as if we were monsters or something.
That's when we got our first big break.
"Es dorca qi londo mantera si ... Katiro!" she muttered, obviously upset at us. Elizabeth's eyes lit up.
"She's upset that we would try something that hasn't been done in eons, ever since Katiro left!" Elizabeth whispered excitedly. "She says we have no right without his permission!"
Elizabeth looked at me questioningly. After thinking about it for a while, I nodded my head.
Elizabeth pointed to me.
"Katiro!" she said.
The poor woman practically threw her neck out looking between Elizabeth and me.
"Qa? Nando! Tor es Katiro, dar Nagalla!"
"She says Katiro would never be here without Nagalla. She wants to know where Nagalla is," Elizabeth explained. I looked at Megan. She shrugged her shoulders, then frowned and nodded her head slightly. I knew what her problem was. She hated to be fawned over. We both knew what was coming.
"Nagalla!" Elizabeth said, pointing at Megan. The woman looked at us with huge eyes. Then, she showed us she was not dumb.
"San lasto don eporata Taa-Laka! Tan qor tando!" she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
"She says Katiro has a Life-mate. He would never be without her. She wants to know her name and meet her!" Elizabeth was trying not to laugh.
Amy walked up to Tori-llia. She pointed to herself.
"Taa-Laka. Amma-llia," Amy said softly.
Tori-llia's eyes got huge, and then she fainted.
That took everyone by surprise. I had upset girls everywhere, putting a wet washcloth on her forehead, raising her feet, rubbing her hands, everything you could think of.
She wasn't out for long; perhaps a minute or so. When she recovered, she stared at us with a look of ... awe, almost worship in her eyes. Megan didn't look happy.
'Here we go again, ' our looks clearly said to each other. We hated being looked upon as almost gods, and we were even more concerned about what that attitude might eventually do to the girls. Teenage girls were impressionable, and I had no reason to believe ours were any different. Fortunately, so far they had just laughed at it all.
Poor Tori-llia didn't know what to do first. Somehow, she figured out who Elizabeth was. I said she was smart. She couldn't decide whom she should kneel in front of and worship first — Katiro, Nagalla, or Queen Elizabeth (one of these days, I'll have to ask Elizabeth what her ancient name was. I doubted it was 'Elizabeth'. Wait; I already knew. Amma-llia had called her by name. Now what was it? ).
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