~*~Sarah~*~
I stand here watching my brother Xan and my dad follow some guy. I'm here with Justin and I really don’t know what to say. He's really my so-called-brother- friend.
I look around and saw how different this planet is. It’s strange to me, something completely different from earth. I never wanted leave earth but my mother made me come along. She wanted be by my father side.
I sit down on the hard rock watching them run. I now have baby sit Justin, which is weird, he act a lot older, then me. Justin and I are only a year apart.
I wonder if dad even notices they way I been acting, and how quiet I am. But no... my father has to go save a daughter-half-sister I never knew about. My title as a daughter my father has changed. I'm not only daddy little girl anymore, but I'm now his second daughter. If, Xada does come to earth with us, and my life and the family as well will be different. I will going have to share everything. My love for my father. My brother. And probably my room.
I sigh heavily. Maybe when this is all over I won’t go back to earth, not with the life that has change
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Cool --We can easily say the transfer connection created an understanding of the language when Xan and Max had their shared experiences on Antar. I like it. 
Athenea, if you had any other ideas for this scene and want me to change my post, let me know. I'll be happy to edit...
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*Max*
When we reach the Queen's chamber, I recognise it instantly. I've been here before, a hundred times. Most recently, 'tho, was the night Xan was born. Then, it was Tess on a bed very much like this. Now, the girl is younger than Tess was. Her hair is dark like mine, but long and wavy like Tess's. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut so I can't see the color, but the darrion already told us they were blue, like her mother's.
Still I don't need any of this to know she's my daughter. I can feel it in a way that I can't even describe. I felt it the first time I held Xan in my arms. I recognise Xadalyn now from the inside, almost. From so recently being inside her skull with her as she faced down my ancient enemy. She lost that confrontation but I hope she won this one.
I'm so caught up in the sight before me, I hardly hear what the guard has to say. I step towards my daughter, one hand raised, stopping just short of the shield.
"Dad, come on . . . do something . . ." I hear Xan tell me, but it's as if he's far away.
"Xadalyn!" I whisper. "It's okay. You're safe," I tell her. I reach for her with my power. Seeking the connection that allowed her to touch me from across the stars. It's there but she's blocking. "Xadalyn!" I call again, but this time, I don't use my voice. She hears me and I feel our thread-thin connection begin to strengthen, but it's not enough.
"Xan!" I call. Earlier, I was too busy to even be angry that he'd followed, but now I'm glad he came. He was there, too. He's her twin. He has no powers, but somehow, I'm sure he can help. "Take my hand," I tell him. He does, reaching for the one that I'm not holding out to his sister's shield. Together now, I feel our connection to Xada growing. It's still weak, but I think it's enough.
I slide through that opening and flood it with feelings of safety, security and love as I gently link my shield with hers. For a moment, it's stronger than it was but then I take the load and gently let it drop.
In an instant, I'm kneeling at her side and I can tell without looking that Xan is still there at my shoulder. I take her hand. She whimpers and tries to pull it back but she's very weak from the extended use of her powers. I know that feeling well. It's how I felt the morning after healing all those kids in Pheonix, a few other times since when the need was greatest.
I tighten my grip slightly, not letting her go and am nearly overwhelmed by the flashes the come with the touch. If I weren't already on my knees before, this would certainly bring me there. I see Tess's face and Khivar's. I see his attack earlier and now, as he tried to break through her shield. The pain and terror are intense, but I have to push them aside. I have to find Xadalyn and help her -- to heal her body and her mind.
"Xadalyn. Let me help you," I plead. I feel something shift inside her. Not her body but her mind. Instead of running, she's leaning on me, looking for the help I'm offering. "Yes. I got you now. You're going to be okay."
The connection deepens to a full healing connection. The flashes continue, both images and feelings of Khivar's brutal attack, but also others, a young girl playing in a field of blue grass under the purple sky. And Tess, teaching her to use her powers and singing her to sleep.
I can't pay attention to them now. My power finds her injuries and swiftly mends them. It's different than healing Liz, or even Isabel. Her body is different. Even 'though she's drained, I can sense the power that usually flows through her alien body. She's not human, but my connection to her body tells me what's wrong and let's me put it right.
Ages later, probably no more than a minute, I'm done. I pull back, with a gasp, blinking into my daughter's face, waiting to see if she'll open her eyes.
Athenea, if you had any other ideas for this scene and want me to change my post, let me know. I'll be happy to edit...
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*Max*
When we reach the Queen's chamber, I recognise it instantly. I've been here before, a hundred times. Most recently, 'tho, was the night Xan was born. Then, it was Tess on a bed very much like this. Now, the girl is younger than Tess was. Her hair is dark like mine, but long and wavy like Tess's. Her eyes are squeezed tightly shut so I can't see the color, but the darrion already told us they were blue, like her mother's.
Still I don't need any of this to know she's my daughter. I can feel it in a way that I can't even describe. I felt it the first time I held Xan in my arms. I recognise Xadalyn now from the inside, almost. From so recently being inside her skull with her as she faced down my ancient enemy. She lost that confrontation but I hope she won this one.
I'm so caught up in the sight before me, I hardly hear what the guard has to say. I step towards my daughter, one hand raised, stopping just short of the shield.
"Dad, come on . . . do something . . ." I hear Xan tell me, but it's as if he's far away.
"Xadalyn!" I whisper. "It's okay. You're safe," I tell her. I reach for her with my power. Seeking the connection that allowed her to touch me from across the stars. It's there but she's blocking. "Xadalyn!" I call again, but this time, I don't use my voice. She hears me and I feel our thread-thin connection begin to strengthen, but it's not enough.
"Xan!" I call. Earlier, I was too busy to even be angry that he'd followed, but now I'm glad he came. He was there, too. He's her twin. He has no powers, but somehow, I'm sure he can help. "Take my hand," I tell him. He does, reaching for the one that I'm not holding out to his sister's shield. Together now, I feel our connection to Xada growing. It's still weak, but I think it's enough.
I slide through that opening and flood it with feelings of safety, security and love as I gently link my shield with hers. For a moment, it's stronger than it was but then I take the load and gently let it drop.
In an instant, I'm kneeling at her side and I can tell without looking that Xan is still there at my shoulder. I take her hand. She whimpers and tries to pull it back but she's very weak from the extended use of her powers. I know that feeling well. It's how I felt the morning after healing all those kids in Pheonix, a few other times since when the need was greatest.
I tighten my grip slightly, not letting her go and am nearly overwhelmed by the flashes the come with the touch. If I weren't already on my knees before, this would certainly bring me there. I see Tess's face and Khivar's. I see his attack earlier and now, as he tried to break through her shield. The pain and terror are intense, but I have to push them aside. I have to find Xadalyn and help her -- to heal her body and her mind.
"Xadalyn. Let me help you," I plead. I feel something shift inside her. Not her body but her mind. Instead of running, she's leaning on me, looking for the help I'm offering. "Yes. I got you now. You're going to be okay."
The connection deepens to a full healing connection. The flashes continue, both images and feelings of Khivar's brutal attack, but also others, a young girl playing in a field of blue grass under the purple sky. And Tess, teaching her to use her powers and singing her to sleep.
I can't pay attention to them now. My power finds her injuries and swiftly mends them. It's different than healing Liz, or even Isabel. Her body is different. Even 'though she's drained, I can sense the power that usually flows through her alien body. She's not human, but my connection to her body tells me what's wrong and let's me put it right.
Ages later, probably no more than a minute, I'm done. I pull back, with a gasp, blinking into my daughter's face, waiting to see if she'll open her eyes.
OOC: WOW! Great post, Isabelle! Love it! But yeah, if you had anything else in mind, Athenea, and need anything changed, I'll do it right away. I'm just in the rp-ing mood right now 
It's addictive.
Alexander
Dad lapsed into full concentration, reaching out to her with his mind, trying to break the shield. I stood aside awkwardly, worrying that I might interrupt. But then he called for me and told me to take his hand. Almost instantly, I could feel the presence of an abstract bridge in a different dimension, paving it's way slowly and gently into another mind - Xadalyn's. I felt closer to her now, in spirit. Somehow, my father had managed to channel not power, but something that existed between Xadalyn and me into his connection with Xadalyn to strengthen it.
I felt a wave of all feelings good, and at the same time felt her yearning for them. Slowly, the shield broke and my father fell to his knees by her. I knew that my father was going to try to heal her.
I saw her face clearly now, and it was a face that I knew, somehow - a familiar face. Her skin was flawless, but at that moment very pale; her long hair cascaded down her back in dark curls, loose tendrils falling over her forehead; her frame was close to Sarah's, petite and delicate.
"Xadalyn. Let me help you," my father whispered, his voice pleading.
From where I stood, I willed her to let him. She had to. Never in my life had I felt so emotional. I didn't know if it was normal, but hey, nothing was normal at this point.
I sighed with relief when my father said, "Yes. I got you now. You're going to be okay."
After that, he remained silent, focusing on healing her wounds. I had faith in Max Evans. There was hope yet.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back with a gasp, looking a little drained himself. Both of us looked at Xadalyn.
I knelt down beside my father and took her hand. At that moment, I felt a connection forge between us, one that needed no help from our father. There was no longer room for doubt that this was my twin sister. Open your eyes, Xadalyn . . . Wake up . . . I willed her silently. We're here now . . . Please wake up . . .
It's addictive.Alexander
Dad lapsed into full concentration, reaching out to her with his mind, trying to break the shield. I stood aside awkwardly, worrying that I might interrupt. But then he called for me and told me to take his hand. Almost instantly, I could feel the presence of an abstract bridge in a different dimension, paving it's way slowly and gently into another mind - Xadalyn's. I felt closer to her now, in spirit. Somehow, my father had managed to channel not power, but something that existed between Xadalyn and me into his connection with Xadalyn to strengthen it.
I felt a wave of all feelings good, and at the same time felt her yearning for them. Slowly, the shield broke and my father fell to his knees by her. I knew that my father was going to try to heal her.
I saw her face clearly now, and it was a face that I knew, somehow - a familiar face. Her skin was flawless, but at that moment very pale; her long hair cascaded down her back in dark curls, loose tendrils falling over her forehead; her frame was close to Sarah's, petite and delicate.
"Xadalyn. Let me help you," my father whispered, his voice pleading.
From where I stood, I willed her to let him. She had to. Never in my life had I felt so emotional. I didn't know if it was normal, but hey, nothing was normal at this point.
I sighed with relief when my father said, "Yes. I got you now. You're going to be okay."
After that, he remained silent, focusing on healing her wounds. I had faith in Max Evans. There was hope yet.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back with a gasp, looking a little drained himself. Both of us looked at Xadalyn.
I knelt down beside my father and took her hand. At that moment, I felt a connection forge between us, one that needed no help from our father. There was no longer room for doubt that this was my twin sister. Open your eyes, Xadalyn . . . Wake up . . . I willed her silently. We're here now . . . Please wake up . . .
~Liz~ (temping)
I stand there for a moment, watching Max run after the guard with Xan in his wake. I know it's not because he doesn't want me with him, but just because he wants me to be safe. And the children, too. Although he's already lost half of that battle, since Xander is right there behind him. I wonder if Max knows that. In spite of his earlier words, I could tell that he was glad that Sarah and I had followed him through the wormhole.
The only thing preventing me from following now is Justin. I couldn't leave Sarah alone, but she has powers and she could come with me. Justin is only human.
Like Alexander.
If Xan went, then Justin can, can't he? Except, of course, that he's not my child. I can't put him in harm's way. His father doesn't even know that he's here.
Kyria is starting off on her attack on the castle. I could stay here with the kids. Follow her. Or follow Max. But Max is the one who's going to need me. I saw it in a pre-cognitive flash as he kissed me good-bye on Earth. I have to be there and I can't leave Sarah and Justin to strangers. Better to have them near me...
"Come on, Sarah. Justin," I tell them as I head in the direction that Max and Xander took with the guard. Between Sarah's shield and my blasting powers, we should be able to protect ourselves and Justin, too.
Justin complains as he follows -- from confusion and fear, I'm sure. -- but I'm not really paying any attention. Sarah remains sullenly silent.
In a few minutes, we're at the base of the castle. I'm sure I saw them disappear about here, but there's no sign of a door. Closing my eyes, I reach for that power that Max gave me and I feel an answer. Opening them again, I walk forward and wave my hand over the wall. A handprint appears and I place my hand in it. The wall opens, revealing a long dark passage. I'm not about to turn back now.
"Let's go," I tell the kids. "Sarah, be ready to protect Justin."
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I stand there for a moment, watching Max run after the guard with Xan in his wake. I know it's not because he doesn't want me with him, but just because he wants me to be safe. And the children, too. Although he's already lost half of that battle, since Xander is right there behind him. I wonder if Max knows that. In spite of his earlier words, I could tell that he was glad that Sarah and I had followed him through the wormhole.
The only thing preventing me from following now is Justin. I couldn't leave Sarah alone, but she has powers and she could come with me. Justin is only human.
Like Alexander.
If Xan went, then Justin can, can't he? Except, of course, that he's not my child. I can't put him in harm's way. His father doesn't even know that he's here.
Kyria is starting off on her attack on the castle. I could stay here with the kids. Follow her. Or follow Max. But Max is the one who's going to need me. I saw it in a pre-cognitive flash as he kissed me good-bye on Earth. I have to be there and I can't leave Sarah and Justin to strangers. Better to have them near me...
"Come on, Sarah. Justin," I tell them as I head in the direction that Max and Xander took with the guard. Between Sarah's shield and my blasting powers, we should be able to protect ourselves and Justin, too.
Justin complains as he follows -- from confusion and fear, I'm sure. -- but I'm not really paying any attention. Sarah remains sullenly silent.
In a few minutes, we're at the base of the castle. I'm sure I saw them disappear about here, but there's no sign of a door. Closing my eyes, I reach for that power that Max gave me and I feel an answer. Opening them again, I walk forward and wave my hand over the wall. A handprint appears and I place my hand in it. The wall opens, revealing a long dark passage. I'm not about to turn back now.
"Let's go," I tell the kids. "Sarah, be ready to protect Justin."
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Ooc: Awesome post…the flashes of a brief glimpse of her childhood…just what I imagined, Isabelle!!!! Fantastic!!!
~Xadalyn~
I feel something at first I think it is some kind of trick I fell my shield go down and someone lightly touch my hand I try and pull away but I am too week. Then I feel a safe feeling and I open up some as I feel my body being healed.
Open your eyes, Xadalyn . . . Wake up . . . We're here now . . . Please wake up . . . as I hear these words in my head my eyes fly open I am so startled by them that I grab at the knife that I keep under my pillow and press it firmly to the neck of the man closest to me. My glowing blue eyes lock with the amber ones of the man I have my knife too and I instantly drop my knife.
I look at the two people standing near me. I know them; I’m connected to them, and how I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a trick, maybe I’m delirious. Either way I know I’m giving them a confused look. And then I look at the boy standing behind the man. He’s around my age but as soon as our eyes lock I gasp from the connection.
~Xadalyn~
I feel something at first I think it is some kind of trick I fell my shield go down and someone lightly touch my hand I try and pull away but I am too week. Then I feel a safe feeling and I open up some as I feel my body being healed.
Open your eyes, Xadalyn . . . Wake up . . . We're here now . . . Please wake up . . . as I hear these words in my head my eyes fly open I am so startled by them that I grab at the knife that I keep under my pillow and press it firmly to the neck of the man closest to me. My glowing blue eyes lock with the amber ones of the man I have my knife too and I instantly drop my knife.
I look at the two people standing near me. I know them; I’m connected to them, and how I don’t know. Perhaps it’s a trick, maybe I’m delirious. Either way I know I’m giving them a confused look. And then I look at the boy standing behind the man. He’s around my age but as soon as our eyes lock I gasp from the connection.
Alexander
As if she had heard me, Xadalyn's eyelids flew open. But almost immediately, she reached under her pillow and when her hand was in the open it held a knife. She pressed it against Dad's neck. I was alarmed, ready to knock it out of her hand, but when she met his eyes, she dropped the knife instantly.
She stared at us, confused. And then our gazes locked. There was an intense connection burning somewhere between her blue eyes and mine. Her eyes were glowing brightly - literally glowing. But beneath the glow were eyes identical to mine - they were our mother's. I felt naked, as if she was looking into my soul and I into hers. I knew she felt it too, this odd feeling of closeness. But it was a comfortable feeling, somehow, not foreign at all.
Never had I dreamed that we would meet, and meet this way.
Sarah and I, we had never been this way. We had always shared an unspoken affection, but nothing close to this. How could being a twin bring such a difference to the relationship between siblings? Had Sarah and I not played together, grown up together, been together all our lives? Why did I feel so comfortable with a person who should have been a perfect stranger to me? Where was the guilt toward Sarah in this?
Just then, the Antarian man who had brought us to her came striding in and knelt, saying, "My Queen, Khivar’s forces have retreated, what are your orders?”
Of course. My sister was every bit like my father. She was a respected woman of authority, of power. And I was still a zero, as I had always been.
As if she had heard me, Xadalyn's eyelids flew open. But almost immediately, she reached under her pillow and when her hand was in the open it held a knife. She pressed it against Dad's neck. I was alarmed, ready to knock it out of her hand, but when she met his eyes, she dropped the knife instantly.
She stared at us, confused. And then our gazes locked. There was an intense connection burning somewhere between her blue eyes and mine. Her eyes were glowing brightly - literally glowing. But beneath the glow were eyes identical to mine - they were our mother's. I felt naked, as if she was looking into my soul and I into hers. I knew she felt it too, this odd feeling of closeness. But it was a comfortable feeling, somehow, not foreign at all.
Never had I dreamed that we would meet, and meet this way.
Sarah and I, we had never been this way. We had always shared an unspoken affection, but nothing close to this. How could being a twin bring such a difference to the relationship between siblings? Had Sarah and I not played together, grown up together, been together all our lives? Why did I feel so comfortable with a person who should have been a perfect stranger to me? Where was the guilt toward Sarah in this?
Just then, the Antarian man who had brought us to her came striding in and knelt, saying, "My Queen, Khivar’s forces have retreated, what are your orders?”
Of course. My sister was every bit like my father. She was a respected woman of authority, of power. And I was still a zero, as I had always been.
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~Xadalyn~
It is hard to tear my eyes away from his, the connection is so intense but I do as I hear someone enter. “My Queen Khivar’s forces have retreated what are your orders?” Now what I really wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep or at least find out who these people were exactly.
“Send a squad to track them down and give them opportunity to surrender, show force only if necessary.” I say moving off the bed in one graceful movement and still keeping an eye on the other two people there with me. I wasn’t sure what to think about them.
“Show force only if necessary? What about Khivar?” Skyler questions me.
“If you don’t want to admit it or not Khivar’s followers are still Antarians, my people, and if there is a way for them to surrender then they should be given the chance as for Khivar, the same applies to him. If he is killed it would cause even more problems but call the leaders of the four planets for a Summit meeting tomorrow.” I say and Skyler bows and takes his leave.
I turn back to the visitors. “Thank you.” I say simply because I know they had to do with my rescue and I really don't know what else to say.
It is hard to tear my eyes away from his, the connection is so intense but I do as I hear someone enter. “My Queen Khivar’s forces have retreated what are your orders?” Now what I really wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep or at least find out who these people were exactly.
“Send a squad to track them down and give them opportunity to surrender, show force only if necessary.” I say moving off the bed in one graceful movement and still keeping an eye on the other two people there with me. I wasn’t sure what to think about them.
“Show force only if necessary? What about Khivar?” Skyler questions me.
“If you don’t want to admit it or not Khivar’s followers are still Antarians, my people, and if there is a way for them to surrender then they should be given the chance as for Khivar, the same applies to him. If he is killed it would cause even more problems but call the leaders of the four planets for a Summit meeting tomorrow.” I say and Skyler bows and takes his leave.
I turn back to the visitors. “Thank you.” I say simply because I know they had to do with my rescue and I really don't know what else to say.
Kyria
I finished fighting off all the guard I could and head toward Xada's room. I needed to talk to her to make sure she is alright... due to the fact she was captured while I was gone and also due to the fact that she was being reunited with her father and brother. I made my way to her room but saw that she was with Maxwell and Xan so I decided to wait.
I saw Liz coming with Sarah following her, along with the human.
"Wait.... we wait here..." I tell them. Making sure they did not disturb the Queen.
I finished fighting off all the guard I could and head toward Xada's room. I needed to talk to her to make sure she is alright... due to the fact she was captured while I was gone and also due to the fact that she was being reunited with her father and brother. I made my way to her room but saw that she was with Maxwell and Xan so I decided to wait.
I saw Liz coming with Sarah following her, along with the human.
"Wait.... we wait here..." I tell them. Making sure they did not disturb the Queen.
*Max*
My daughter responds to her healing with a knife to my throat, but I don't flinch. I've been in her mind. I don't believe I'm in danger. She probably is afraid I'm Khivar.
As I suspected, she drops the knife instantly, although I didn't quite expect the way she's staring at Alexander. Something in her is recognising us, I know. Not our faces, perhaps, but our energy. She's touched us before.
The guard returns, showing deference to Xadalyn far beyond the simple handshake we'd exchanged. Still, it's easy to understand why. This is his queen. He seems unsurprised to find that she's well. I guess I can count that as a great vote of confidence for me and Xan.
"You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help. It's wonderful to finally meet you," I tell Xadalyn as she thanks me for helping her. I don't need her thanks, but it is the only correct response. I want to tell her to lie down and rest some more. I know better than anyone how drained she really is.
Still, there's something more I need to tell her first. "I'm impressed with your orders, Xadalyn. It's exactly what I would have said. Your friends were right when they said you are a great leader."
My daughter responds to her healing with a knife to my throat, but I don't flinch. I've been in her mind. I don't believe I'm in danger. She probably is afraid I'm Khivar.
As I suspected, she drops the knife instantly, although I didn't quite expect the way she's staring at Alexander. Something in her is recognising us, I know. Not our faces, perhaps, but our energy. She's touched us before.
The guard returns, showing deference to Xadalyn far beyond the simple handshake we'd exchanged. Still, it's easy to understand why. This is his queen. He seems unsurprised to find that she's well. I guess I can count that as a great vote of confidence for me and Xan.
"You're welcome. I'm just glad I could help. It's wonderful to finally meet you," I tell Xadalyn as she thanks me for helping her. I don't need her thanks, but it is the only correct response. I want to tell her to lie down and rest some more. I know better than anyone how drained she really is.
Still, there's something more I need to tell her first. "I'm impressed with your orders, Xadalyn. It's exactly what I would have said. Your friends were right when they said you are a great leader."