Molly's Miracle Colonies

Time Shift

 A white walrus appeared in a blue vest and top hat and wailed at a small alien! Oh, Wally, he's a Councillor. This goblin-looking green fella did metallic screeching at him. He backed away, too! Looked at an overweight Black lady with his huge purple eyes. "This is your fault! Earthans are not supposed to interfere in matters of the Councils! You are primitives and do not know what is involved! This man should leave our level!"

The green fella hugged the Black older lady and cried! "I won't leave them to die! No! I will fight Rentappenen. All of you are fighting. I will prove my loyalty by fighting with you!"

That walrus waddled closer. "I don't believe you! Your people pretended loyalty, then gave the Jain weapons they were not ready to have. They destroyed themselves—" Jain, like that place Luc'vel went to and thought he was just finding animals and plants? Even the food was weapons, Pirad said.

"Eriganh forced us to work for Rentappenen. We gave them weapons because Eriganh told us to make weapons for them. Eriganh said we were born for masters. Rentappenen said we were slaves for masters. This lady is the first to tell me I can be free, I can choose!" He pointed to the older Black lady with a gnarled finger. "I choose to help your new Council." She smiled.

"Your help is fatal! We can die without you." Wally held his nose up.

Dromie hopped off the bed where the lady was and looked up at him. "We can all live, with my help. My people's weapons are in every place Eriganh's and Rentappenen's men live. All I need to do is change them, because they are alive."

"If you make them live, how do we know if they will help us, or interfere with Eriganh's battle? There can be no interference with that! You must wait! You can't go to Alb. Rentappenen will find you and destroy us all!"

"Then, take me with you to the 6th—"

"You think they want you there? No Council will accept you. Your only option is to leave."

"Good!" A young Black lady came to the bed holding a little girl.

"Dromie! Granny, you kept him safe for me!" She held out her arms, but Mom snatched her away.

"That thing bit me! I'm not goin' near it! Granny, they have a Black city on MarKu! Imagine, an entire city full of Black people like us! All our lives, we been tryin' to live a white life! Now we can get in touch with our culture!" The sun sank in the sky as I watched. Huh?

Pas put them on the bed. He sang something pretty and the gash on her brown skin healed up.

"I can do better than that!" Dromie grabbed her hand and her arm cracked! The younger lady tried to jerk it away, but her arm was crooked. Now it's straight.

That walrus moaned. "You'll bring Rentappenen—"

Pas waved, and white aandats fell on their ankles. "This is an aandat. Once it places itself, you will be healthier. Most Earthans have immunity from all diseases, you heal faster from injuries, and gain telepathy." Why didn't he ask?

"May I have one?" Dromie blinked his huge blue eyes at him.

"Ea." He waved a twin-fingered hand and one also dropped on his 3-toed feet.

It zipped up his shorts, and he giggled. "Oh, it's fast!"

The healer lost his smile. "Are you unwell, my son?"