Britain in the fifth century was a land torn by war, while Melchior was a man torn by choice. His son is accused of murder, his daughter is forced to marry a brutal king, and his sister is driving him mad, but a prophetic vision saves him from despair. A father will endure great trials to ensure his children’s happiness.
Threatened by a mystery race, the inter-alien alliance committee decides it must destroy the planet to keep Earth’s resources from falling into the wrong hands. But faithful friends fight for humanity’s right to prove their worth.
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Prologue Landscape of Their Days —Planet Helm— Song, in her petite elven form and dressed in a dark green tunic over grey leggings, strolled along the wooded glen, soft brown soil cushioning each step while pink blossoms waved in a gentle breeze. She stopped and breathed in the deliciously sweet scent of spring. Birds twittered from the branches: bluebirds, redhearts, and goldenhues. Even a pair of orangefires insisted on wishing her a good morning. She smiled and bowed in the customary greeting of Bhuac and nature’s citizens. A fierce greenhawk swooped in and, with its bulky body, bristled, sending the gentler folk into a frightened frenzy. The joy-filled chirping turned to cawing and sharp screams of distress. Her heart twisting, Song watched, helpless to alter the scene, for though she ruled the planet, her influence in the wild only reached so far. As the spiritual leader of the Bhuac world, she joined compassionate understanding with honest realism. Though leadership was not her chosen role, she accepted what fate and her mother’s last plaintive request—save her people—demanded. Today, she must be brave as well as wise. Pounding steps along the wooded path turned her attention. A figure jogged forward, long black hair flowing over thin shoulders, clear eyes narrowed in concentration. A strong woman suffering from unaccustomed weakness. Kelesta? A Bhuac who had chosen to marry an Ingot, 2 even such a noble one as Zuri, bears a unique burden. Slapping her hand against her chest, the woman came to a skidding halt before Song and heaved deeply to catch her breath. “They’re going back!” Song’s heart clenched; she froze.
