voice.
“Marcael is a fighter. He will survive the change.” It was Colle.
He struggled to wake up further and open his eyes. “Colle?” His voice
sounded raspy and weak to him. “Mallex?”
“Everyone...quiet!” Brennae shouted to be heard over the others in the room.
“I think Marcael is awake, he is trying to say something!”
An instant cloud of silence went over the room.
“Marcael, can you hear me?” Brennae’s voice was right next to his ear.
“Can you open your eyes?”
He struggled to open his eyes and winced at the light. Brennae placed
something cool against across his face. “Lights to thirty percent.” She called
out and he could see the glow behind his covering go down. “Try again Marcael,
if it is still too bright I can make it darker.”
She lifted the covering off his eyes and he opened them again. It was
much better this time and he was able to focus after a few seconds. “What
happened?” His voice was still hoarse and he started coughing from the effort
of talking. She immediately handed him a glass of water.
“Drink that slowly!” She warned, “You have been unconscious for a few
days and need to be careful not to overdue it.”
He took the water and sipped slowly, the cooling effect was instant. He
could feel his parched body absorb the water like a sponge. Looking past
Brennae his hand froze halfway to his mouth. The room was completely packed
with people!
“Okay, everyone has the answer to the question of ‘will Marcael survive?’
Now I think it’s best to let him ask some questions of his own with minimal
visitors.” The woman who had spoken before about his injuries walked into view.
She was a very beautiful brown-haired woman with sparkling brownish-purple
eyes. “Everyone except council members, Colle and Mallex out please.” She swept
her gaze around the room, “That includes mates and children.”
“How do you like that? We are still children to them.” Marcael looked
past Gwen and saw that it was one of Brennae’s brothers who had spoken.
“You would think we were still in diapers the way they treat us.” The
other brother agreed. He would have to figure out a way to tell them apart.
“You never wore diapers smart mouth! Now do as your aunt asked.” A small
female who had to be Brennae’s mother kissed both men good-bye. She had some of
the same features as Brennae and her hair was almost identical.
“I am glad you are awake Marcael.” One of the brothers bowed at the door
and left.
“Me too. See you around.” This brother yelled as he left the doorway,
“Wait up Knadyn!” So that answered the question of which brother was which.
Knacayn had just left.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. There were people yelling out
their well wished to him and good-bye to their family members around him. He
was glad they were allowing Colle and Mallex to stay, though he could tell his
friend was not happy when they kicked out a beautiful redheaded woman named
Chloe.
“You too Brennae, I’m sorry but you need to go too.” Gwen was asking her
to leave.
“No. Let Brennae stay please.” He whispered. “I would like her to remain
here.”
“As you wish Marcael.” The woman named Gwen smiled at him, “Everyone here
is a member of either the female council, the male council, or your friend.”
She filled his glass with more water and handed it back. “Why don’t we start
with introducing ourselves? My name is Gwen. I was a doctor on Earth before
coming here. You gave us quite a scare I can tell you.” Gwen had been giving
him a basic physical. Running her hands along his scalp and tracking his eyes.
A male stepped forward, “I am Kneus. Gwen is my mate.” His eyes were warm
and intelligent, “We have a son together named Knalech. He is working in the
technology dome with some of the items we recovered off the escape pods or he
would have been here.”
Marcael inclined his head, “I would recognize you anywhere Kneus. It is
good to see
“Marcael is a fighter. He will survive the change.” It was Colle.
He struggled to wake up further and open his eyes. “Colle?” His voice
sounded raspy and weak to him. “Mallex?”
“Everyone...quiet!” Brennae shouted to be heard over the others in the room.
“I think Marcael is awake, he is trying to say something!”
An instant cloud of silence went over the room.
“Marcael, can you hear me?” Brennae’s voice was right next to his ear.
“Can you open your eyes?”
He struggled to open his eyes and winced at the light. Brennae placed
something cool against across his face. “Lights to thirty percent.” She called
out and he could see the glow behind his covering go down. “Try again Marcael,
if it is still too bright I can make it darker.”
She lifted the covering off his eyes and he opened them again. It was
much better this time and he was able to focus after a few seconds. “What
happened?” His voice was still hoarse and he started coughing from the effort
of talking. She immediately handed him a glass of water.
“Drink that slowly!” She warned, “You have been unconscious for a few
days and need to be careful not to overdue it.”
He took the water and sipped slowly, the cooling effect was instant. He
could feel his parched body absorb the water like a sponge. Looking past
Brennae his hand froze halfway to his mouth. The room was completely packed
with people!
“Okay, everyone has the answer to the question of ‘will Marcael survive?’
Now I think it’s best to let him ask some questions of his own with minimal
visitors.” The woman who had spoken before about his injuries walked into view.
She was a very beautiful brown-haired woman with sparkling brownish-purple
eyes. “Everyone except council members, Colle and Mallex out please.” She swept
her gaze around the room, “That includes mates and children.”
“How do you like that? We are still children to them.” Marcael looked
past Gwen and saw that it was one of Brennae’s brothers who had spoken.
“You would think we were still in diapers the way they treat us.” The
other brother agreed. He would have to figure out a way to tell them apart.
“You never wore diapers smart mouth! Now do as your aunt asked.” A small
female who had to be Brennae’s mother kissed both men good-bye. She had some of
the same features as Brennae and her hair was almost identical.
“I am glad you are awake Marcael.” One of the brothers bowed at the door
and left.
“Me too. See you around.” This brother yelled as he left the doorway,
“Wait up Knadyn!” So that answered the question of which brother was which.
Knacayn had just left.
Suddenly there was a flurry of activity. There were people yelling out
their well wished to him and good-bye to their family members around him. He
was glad they were allowing Colle and Mallex to stay, though he could tell his
friend was not happy when they kicked out a beautiful redheaded woman named
Chloe.
“You too Brennae, I’m sorry but you need to go too.” Gwen was asking her
to leave.
“No. Let Brennae stay please.” He whispered. “I would like her to remain
here.”
“As you wish Marcael.” The woman named Gwen smiled at him, “Everyone here
is a member of either the female council, the male council, or your friend.”
She filled his glass with more water and handed it back. “Why don’t we start
with introducing ourselves? My name is Gwen. I was a doctor on Earth before
coming here. You gave us quite a scare I can tell you.” Gwen had been giving
him a basic physical. Running her hands along his scalp and tracking his eyes.
A male stepped forward, “I am Kneus. Gwen is my mate.” His eyes were warm
and intelligent, “We have a son together named Knalech. He is working in the
technology dome with some of the items we recovered off the escape pods or he
would have been here.”
Marcael inclined his head, “I would recognize you anywhere Kneus. It is
good to see
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