![]() ![]() It protrudes six inches out through his back, and is quickly pulled free. "No," the man whispers, and in that instant, the blade of a sword, long and gleaming, made of a shining white metal that is not found on Earth, comes through the door and sinks deeply into the man's chest. The man takes a deep breath as he inches his hand to the latch. The man gets to his feet and walks slowly to the door. A longer, firmer shake, and another crash, this time closer. ![]() The man brings his legs over the side of the cot when the shake starts again. The hear the chirp of insects, nothing more. They hear a distant crash, like the sound of animals breaking the branch of a tree, but in this case, it sounds like the entire tree has been broken. They are lying shirtless on opposite sides of the hut, a mosquito net over each cot. They lift their heads to listen, a fourteen-year-old boy, and a fifty-year-old man, who everyone thinks is his father, but who was born near a different jungle on a different planet hundreds of light-years away. The shake is subtle and stops almost immediately. It's a flimsy thing of bamboo shoots held together with tattered lengths of twine. Names and places have been changed to protect the Lorien Six, who remain in hiding. ![]()
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