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your kingdom is a Gift from Me. Savor its sweetness."
~~~
Two years passed as the civil war raged. The Lord's Army had initiated it and had gotten the worst
of it.
The Angan settlers were integrating themselves into the Disciples of Faith's way of life.
Soon Anga would launch ShipThree. Soon Burlim would activate the defensive weapons.
The years had seen many visits by Narians but not a word from Akla. The Narians mingled with
the Disciples and Angans, dispensing goodwill and helping in any way they could to ease the
growing anxiety of the Angan's imminent attack. No one knew if the defense would hold. Velu was
often questioned about how things would be but her powers seemed to have withdrawn. She and
Zena had begun taking trips, for days, to the mountains and the sea, hoping the retreats would
help her regenerate her powers. Xela was extremely busy working to integrate the Angans into her
society. This was not easy with people inclined to completely dismiss anything spiritual. Still, the
work was necessary to maintain the spirituality of her own people, especially since marriages were
starting to happen between the two populations. She had her own form of retreat—seeking the
darkest spots at night and meditating while absorbing the sight of the Mother Planet's glow. She'd
learned from Burlim that Beli-Pallos was indeed the mother of Anga-Param and Anla-Purum. It
had, according to the Angan scientists, expelled the planets in a long distant time when the gas
giant was much larger, possibly a companion star to Angi. And the moon of the Mother, Angla-
Palli? It was nearly the same size as her planet and the Angans' home world. Could it be reached
with ShipTwo? Would the two Worlds annihilate each other? Would ShipTwo still exist after
ShipThree began its attack?
Xela pulled herself from the entanglement of meditation and worry. She hugged herself and
returned to her duties.
~~~
ShipThree's attack began well before it attained orbit. ShipTwo had been moved behind the planet
and the defenses had, just in time, been extended to the Disciple's territory.
The first attack was, as expected on the capital city of the Lord's Army Dominion. The second
was on the capital of the Faith of Eternity and the third on the capital of the Disciples of Faith.
What was left of the Lord's Army was well-protected—Burlim hadn't waited till after the attack
to initiate defense.
Since no one had been able to install defensive plasmas for the Faith of Eternity, its people had
been decimated.
The Disciples of Faith's defense was only partially effective and many died.
Burlim was busy rushing to the various control spots to see to repairs. Xela was underground.
Velu and Zena were well on their way into the Unholy Lands.
~~~
In all, ShipThree had unleashed seventy-two bolts of highly-charged plasma in fifteen minutes.
The defenses had cycled between working and failing twenty times and there was mass
devastation. Burlim had been killed but one of his last acts before the attack had paid off—his
rigging of the orbital laser that powered the ships so its frequency could be shifted. The failures of
their defenses had initially kept the Angans from reaching the controls for the laser but, finally,
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