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didn’t sweep over him, it hit him square in the chest. Almost imperceptivity he reached out his hand, trying to catch hold of the wave and read it. He wanted to place his hand on hers, to feel everything she felt. Emotions so strong, so powerful and vibrant. How could a spirit be so strong, so powerful, in amongst such desolation?
    “When I was a child, my father used to show me pictures of all the life that used to live on Earth. He was one of the last conservationists. Ironic really, because already most of the wildlife had gone from our land. But he campaigned so hard to save what little habitats were left. He gave me dreams, dreams I learned to turn into paintings.” A wave of sadness swept over her and out to him; he caught it, revelling in the depth and strength of her passion.
    She stirred up sensations in his body and emotions deep in his brain, feelings that he never thought himself capable of experiencing. It resonated with the paintings in front of him. Passion. Pure and raw, and it made him want to experience life on her level.
    However, he could not be open to so much. Only by shutting down his emotions, could he deal with his people. If he could not switch off all the emotions Karalians experienced, it would exhaust him, drain his very soul from him. It had taken many years for his father to teach him how to shut other people’s emotions out at will; he could not abandon that training now.
    “You love your father.” He wanted to examine her, interrogate her, to find out how she could cope with being this passionate in every moment.
    “Loved. He … died.”
    More sadness and loss. “Died?” He wanted to push her, to make her open up the wound that had never healed. He wanted to put his fingertips to her pain and experience it with her.
    But she moved away, and the connection dulled. She picked up her cup and sipped the hot tea, wincing at the heat as if she hoped to cauterise her hurt. “He was killed when he tried to protect the last of the ancient trees. The bulldozers went right through the trees … and the protestors.”
    As she spoke she shut down her emotions, becoming unreadable to him, and the room seemed darker somehow. She was a light, a beacon in this depressing world. And he wanted her, wanted to possess her. To take her to his world and give her life and colours, and allow her to be happy and heal.
    Lytril, Hier Ruler of Karal, turned from her and went to see if the rain had stopped. He had to escape her and the power she had over him. In two days’ time he would leave this awful planet with his lottery winner, breed with her and then send her away. Then his life would return to normal.
    However, as he heard her moving around behind him, he knew that she had taken normal away from him and it would never be his again.
     

Chapter Six – Vanessa
    Vanessa had not thought of her father for so long, it was easier just to push him out of her mind, out of her memories. He had taught her how to dream, how to see the beauty in everything. Encouraging her to paint, to use her art to show the world what they were in danger of losing.
    And then it was all lost, her career pointless. There was nothing left to appreciate, and for Vanessa there was nothing left to love. Her mom had died when Vanessa was only six years old, so her father had become her world. They had travelled together under the dull skies, as he tried to show her what was left of the planet.
    When he died, a part of her was lost forever. The only thing she had left was her painting, a thing she had put away, unable to even think about colours and life when death surrounded her.
    Then the dreams had started. Nights where she woke up hot and feverish, where the only escape was to get out of bed, drag her easel out and paint. The first painting had been of the trees and her father; it had purged the loss from her mind, replacing it with an almost irrational urge to paint vibrant colours and life, mostly at night. In some way, she