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crossed her arms over her chest protectively.
    “All right. And what makes you think this vision was completely and
utterly true this time, Far ?” Sylvan asked, turning to
the light twin. “I know you sometimes have doubts…”
    “It was true,” Truth said, unexpectedly
backing his brother up. “I felt it as I always do. This vision will become
reality.” He glared at Far as though it was his fault.
    “Don’t look at me like that.” Far glared back. “I don’t cause the visions to
happen—I only see what the Goddess sends to me.”
    “Well, did she send you how this is
supposed to happen or when?” Sylvan sounded exasperated. “Because I
can’t lock down the Unmated Males section indefinitely—there would be a riot. I
have warriors going about their business, doing their jobs, calling Earth
females as mates. I can’t just ask them to quit everything and stay quietly in
their rooms for the foreseeable future.”
    “Of course you can’t,” Becca said. “But
Commander Sylvan, if you had seen what we saw…”
    “The Goddess…” Sophia came out of the
bedroom where she had been tending to her twins. “Did I hear you say your
visions come from the Goddess, Far?”
    The light twin nodded, his longish, blond
hair brushing his broad shoulders. “I do believe she is the source, yes.”
    “Well then…” Sophia looked up at her
husband. “Sylvan, who else do we know who has visions from the Goddess?”
    “Of course.” Sylvan snapped his fingers. “Nadiah.”
    Becca frowned. “Who?”
    “She’s Sylvan’s younger cousin,” Kat
explained.
    “And she has the gift of the Sight,”
Sophia said excitedly. “She has visions like Far. Maybe she could help us.”
    Sylvan sighed. “Maybe
so. I’m not exactly sure of the time on First World
right now but perhaps we should give her a call.”
    “Good idea, I haven’t talked to her in ages.”
Sophia looked excited. “I’m so glad we have a viewscreen in our suite now—it
makes things so much easier.”
    “Indeed,” Sylvan muttered. He walked over
to the far wall of his suite, opposite the fireplace and began punching a call
sequence into the keyboard below the large viewscreen mounted there.
    “I don’t understand,” Truth objected as
they waited for a pick-up on the other end. “Why are we calling some relative
of Commander Sylvan’s about the vision Far subjected us to?”
    “Oh, so now I subjected you to it?”
Far glared at his brother.
    “Hush you two,” Kat said, frowning. “We’re
calling because Nadiah is gifted with the same kind of visions Far has—maybe
she can verify what you’re saying.”
    “She’s also the mouthpiece of the Goddess
on First World,” Sylvan said sternly. “So you
would do well to listen to what she has to say. Both of you.” He glared
meaningfully at both Truth and Far who shifted uncomfortably and had the grace
to look ashamed of themselves.
    Finally, just as Becca was sure that the
call wasn’t going to be picked up, the viewscreen flickered and a sleepy
looking girl with blue-green eyes and a halo of blonde hair appeared.
    “H’lo?” she murmured, pulling a white robe
around her shoulders. “Sylvan, is that you? What do you want—it’s the middle of
the night.”
    “Forgive me for waking you, Nadiah.”
Sylvan gave her a formal little bow. “But we have a disturbing situation here
on the Mother Ship I was hoping to consult with you on.”
    “All right.” Nadiah yawned and ran a hand
through her wild blonde hair. “But just keep it down—Rast is still sleeping in
the next room.”
    “We’ll be brief and quiet,” Sylvan
promised. Quickly, he explained the situation—the vision Becca and Truth and
Far had all experienced together and the predicament it put him in.
    Nadiah frowned. “So you want to know if
what they saw is true and if so, what you can do about it?”
    “Essentially.” Sylvan nodded. “Do you have
any thoughts on this?”
    “As a matter of fact, I do. Let the