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We were all gathered in the Henry family room, staring out of the large picture window. Everything felt too still. As dusk settled over Shadow, we all felt the change.

The clouds, the air.  All literally stopped.

They were all just there. In the middle of the family room like some weird convergence of reality and a dreamworld.

Four tall, thin, brown men wearing elaborate robes.  

Alice started at one of them. "Father?"

He made no reply.


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1 mile outside of North Base Camp El Gorah, Egypt - Gulf War, November 12, 1990


"Ahlise, hurry child!! I can only cloak for so long...You must get to American soil. They would not risk exposing themselves to those foreign humans."  The tall, bearded, brown man, dragged the young woman along.

"You said, it would not matter! -That I am too human for them to concern themselves with."

He chuffed, "I was wrong. They want to imprint you."

"What!-How?"

"...I have no choice," he said, his voice cracking.   He sounded like he was on the verge of madness. "I had to choose. It had to be you."

Hunimehl thought back to when he met the very small, very blond, Swedish anthropologist.

Unlike the other humans, who tended to look past the natives they were supposed to be studying, she saw immediately, that were not like any other humans she had encountered. She tried to tell her superiors, but they did not believe her.

When he fell for her, imprinted her, married her, and bore Ahlise, it was tense within his clan, but his maleness counted for a lot.

Though, he had hoped, -he knew his female offspring would not have the same protection.

His daughter had her mother's eyes and hair color...But her skin had held some of the bronze of the desert's kiss.

"STOP! RIGHT THERE!! THIS IS AN AMERICAN BASE, YOU MUST TURN AROUND AND RETURN TO YOUR HOME!!" the American voice, shouted in Arabic.

Hunimehl said nothing. "IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND, I WILL ASSUME YOU HAVE A WEAPON!!"

The rifle click was audible.

"NO! I am unarmed!!" he said, flailing his arms.

"My daughter!! Her sister was attacked and killed, I do not wish the same for her. Please, take her!!"

"Sir! This base is not equipped to take on any more refugees!!"

He thought up the lie quickly...

"But her mother was American, see?" he removed her hijab and her blond hair was very clear in the high desert sun.

He could hear the soldiers talking...

"BRING HER IN, SLOWLY!!"

"Take her back to America!!" he yelled.

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