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Mythical beings
Worf brought Alexander to the throne room. Sher entered the room from a side door. She was always wearing glowing dresses. There was something about her that made Worf’s heart stop. He understood why Data would be attracted to her. At that moment he also understood why men would follow her anywhere she would lead them.
Both of them saw Westerfield hanging in his cage. Thor had moved his family.
“Hello young Alexander.” The sound of her voice only intensified Worf’s feelings.
“Hello your highness.” Worf spoke as they bowed.
“I know your father has been busy. But have you had time to read about Der and Freda?”
“It was hard reading but yes I read it.” Alexander answered.
“What made it hard?”
“I am still learning Klingon. I am not very efficient yet.”
“What did you think of the story?”
“I have so many questions.”
“Ask away Young Alexander.”
Sher set on the bottom step of the throne pedestal, while Worf and Alexander sat in the floor.
“How do you fit in the story?”
She laughed, “We get to the hard questions first. There is no beating around the bush with you young man. I am ghubDaQ.”
“You are the first born of Der and Ferta?”
“Yes I am.”
“No. The story seems to.” She gave him time to think of the right word.
“Stupid.” Westerfield called from his cage.
“No.” Alexander frowned. “Mythical. It reads like The Illiad.”
“Yes it does and yes it is.”
“You and your family are mythical beings?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Wow! I’ve met a mythical being.”
“Don’t believe her young one. Don’t believe her.” Westerfield screamed.
Alexander ignored him.
“Would you like to meet my family?” Sher asked.
“Would I!” He exclaimed.
They started walking out of the throne room. “Why do you look like this?”
“We take many forms. However, the form you see before you is the form we
prefer.”
“So when you said that you led my father into battle, you were not playing. Warriors would pray to you to guide their swards?”
“Yes. If the battle called for it, I would fight beside them. That was in the old days however. Now there is no need for my presents. Therefore, I busy myself with other battles.”
“What if the side you are own loses?”
“It happens. Faith goes along way. All battles require faith. If just one warrior looses faith, if makes us feel like we are not wanted or needed.”
“Can’t one warrior’s faith make up for another’s?”
“Sometimes it can. Der made up for his brother’s faith when they fought Twa.”
Twa was a monster.” Alexander stated matter of factly.
“Yes she was. Let that be a lesson that not all monsters are men. What do you think of the love part? After all, love is the underlying story.”
“At first, it made me sick. But then as I continued to read, it got better. It didn’t make me sick anymore. I understand that you have been sick.”
“Yes, I have.”
“Why, if you are this all powerful, all knowing being how can you get sick? Why cant you see that these things are going to happen?”
Somethings have to happen in order to bring out the evil in people or the good, it
is whatever the situation calls for.”
“Can you be killed?”
“Yes, we can.”
“How old are you?”
“Alexander,” Worf scolded. “It isn’t polite to asked a lady her age.”
Sher smiled. “How old do you think I am?”
“I don’t know.”
“That is the beauty of it. You are to never know. You are only to assume.” They had walked into the courtyard where Data, Freya, and Thor where sitting on the patio watching four men play. “Young Alexander, this is my mother Freya. My father, Thor, and I believe you know Mr. Data.”
“Of course.” Alexander smiled.
“And out there playing are my brothers.”
“The same brothers that were in the story?”
“Yes.
“Wow! What are they playing?”
“They are wrestling. It keeps them in shape.”
“Who’s winning?”
“Horus at the moment.” Thor answered.
“Is it okay if I watch or awhile?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Great!” Alexander watched in amazement as the grown men took turns wrestling each other to the ground.
Sher sat beside of Data. “Alexander, I am going to have an ice cream party. You are welcome to come.”
“Ice Cream, can I father.”
“Yes.” Worf half smiled.
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