Half the hull vanished. A girl screamed! “Aaaah! The ship fell apart!”


    One of the pilots ran to her. “Lady, normally I wouldn’t open the ship like that, but this is Alb Seer. Theaspaura, King Of Fhiah, is coming to welcome everyone to a festival. Asha’s ship is fine, and not damaged.” One of the purple fellas.


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    Theaspaura came. I expected a man who looked like a fairy-tale king, long, silver curls, and old. This man had dark curls to his collar and bright blue eyes like most people in Fhiah, with orange skin. “Friends, I declared a festival, and healers tell me is well for most to enjoy this festival for an hour while we move those who need to go to other worlds of Alb. Your ships will now separate for your journeys home. Once all are on their ships, your travel is only 4 Earthan minutes.


    “Those of you who are well, please, enjoy the festival for an hour, then one will guide you to your ship.


    “I know those who came from slavery are unwell for this, so I have many bakers and sweeters to go to them.” He motioned to an army of people with trays! They came aboard. A healer had to carry a woman out, but other healers kept the tray upright. Or maybe a prog did.


    “Welcome to Alb. I shall nae weary my Earthans who came with you. Enjoy the festival!”


    A lot of Earthans went out, including Ella’s huge family. Ella stayed with Farley’s family, and his DS Team stayed, too. Healers moved all of us to the yellow ship.


    Ella and Elsie and several other programmers kept working on progs. I helped brown-haired Pas with comforting some of the yellow Zheien in our area. Better than staring at my family. Mama and Daddy went out, too.


    We had a much smaller crowd without most of the Earthans. Most of them went with the MarKuan royalty. Cevit Ion and his family were near us. An Earthan named Leyla joined us. “Pon is asleep, but Becky and Cara stayed with him. Is there anyone else from Marenalay?”


    “Asha, Diplomat Of Elshar Zheiea, but Leyla, you should nae speak of this. They will be very unwell!” Pas frowned at her!


    “How can he not talk about where he grew up?”


    Pas, the older one, ran to her. “Lady, he must have healing for weeks, to be stronger. Jirris was there also, and he is very unwell from witnessing so many deaths.”


    Her blue eyes filled. “Deaths? Who would hurt a Zheien?”


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