Mission of The Betherans To Darfur 3

Part Three

Several minutes later, a medical attendant brought Martin out in a wheelchair. "Lesbit," said Martin weakly.

Lesbit picked up the wheelchair very carefully. "You had me worried. And I hope you can see it in your heart to forgive my stupidity."

"You did nothing wrong Lesbit."

Lesbit replied, "I should have taken you with me. It never dawned on me that the soldiers could have been watching us. Real stupid of me. Lets go back to camp."

Once at the main Betheran encampment, Lesbit built a very small fire. Before starting conversation with his pal Martin, Lesbit handed out healthy treats to many children that come at the end of the day for his welcome surprises. Shortly after the treats were handed out, Lesbit asked, "Your not in much pain are you? If you are let me know."

"I'm fine Lesbit. I just feel like a coward I was so scared. I'm still scared."

"Nobody likes being taking a way against their will. And not especially by those soldiers. No Martin, you have nothing to be ashamed of. And by the Great Spirit of Light you have left your home to come here to help."

"You came for me."

"Your my friend. I wouldn't leave you behind." Martin went silent for silent. He tried to say something. "I sense you want to say something. Martin, I thought we were close."

"Lesbit, I was so scared I think that hurt more than the physical pain. I..."

"There's nothing you can say that will change my high respect I have for you."

"When you came back for me. I can't explain it. When I was ten. I was at this day program. A few other of the boys there got a whole group after me. I remembered being chased by them as they screamed and laughed. I ran as fast as I could through the forest we were camped at. As they drew nearer they threw rocks and sticks at me. I finally made it to a camp counselor. I never forgot how they all lined up like animals that would have ripped me apart if they had their chance. And now you came."

"I'm not wise at all. Wish I was. I can say maybe creation has a way of balancing things out. You weren't abandoned." Lesbit placed a finger down before Martin. Reaching out, Martin placed both his hands on either side of the finger. Lesbit repeated, "You weren't abandoned."

(BUILDING)

The days that followed saw much progress. There had been skirmishes with the military though the Betherans had easily propelled them back. The accelerated protein crops had been increasing at an acceptable rate. To amplify the affects, agricultural expert Uerno stretching out his hands began redirecting with concentration accelerator cells.

Scattered among the land that was witnessing a rebirth were the huge, living mountainous forms of the Betherans who were clearing areas of terrain. One Betheran was reshaping part of a mountain of rock with his strong hands. Around him were small pools created from his sweat. To the tiny inhabitants the work of the Betheran titan sounded like the thunder and wind generated from a typhoon Two Betheran titans placed prefabricated dwellings at various locations. With legs arching over the new villages, the Betheran teens gazed downward as the tiny people quickly began moving in and implanting them with their few meager possessions. On all sections of the mission enormous strides had been accomplished. The biggest was the physical healing of the Earthies and their new found happiness.

Two Betherans came up to Commander Yalor. They both were holding nets filled with a group of wiggling soldiers. "We found them commander," said one of Yalor's men.

Yalor shook his head. "Me see have to try another approach. Will met with leaders. I will send a communication." Speaking to the two Betherans, "Would you like to accompany me?" The two Betheran teens told Yalor they would be honored to go with him. "Me honored to have you with me. I think the three of us will create a very powerful image. I think we keep soldiers and take them with us when we met."

(THE HOMELESS BOY)

Linchal was helping with food distribution when he noticed the little boy he had found after the sports game a few days past. As he was organizing the food, Linchal said to the boy, "Happy greetings. I haven't seen you for the last few days. You feeling better?" The boy putting a finger to his mouth nodded his head shyly. "I'm glad. I hope you didn't think I forgot about you. I did check up on you." The boy removing a small piece of paper from a pocket lifted it up toward the mountain size teen. Lowering an index finger before the boy, Linchal told him, "Place it on the tip of my finger." Taking a scanner out of his coat pocket, Linchal waited for the device to create an image he could see. The picture that appeared on his scanner was a drawing. "Is that me?" The boy made a wide smile behind the finger he still had pressed against his mouth. "That is a first rate job. And you really captured my eyes very nicely. Thanks. I'm going to place it in the side pocket to my scanner so I won't lose it." The boy raised his arms up to Linchal and made a series of noises. "You want me to pick you up?" The boy nodded his head and made series of cooing sounds. Placing his hand down, Linchal watched the boy climb onto his hand. "Hmm, let me see," said Linchael as he went through the food with his other hand. Between two fingers he handed the boy an Earthie apple he had generated.

Linchal had learned as the boy was being treated for malnutrition had no family. They had been wiped out as with so many other children. "Aaauuhh," spoke the boy in garbled words as he pressed both hands against his thumb.

"The apple was good then?" questioned Linchal sensing the boy was looking to make a connection. The boy nodded his and began yawning. "I think its time someone took a nap. And you can rest with me." Linchal gently placed the boy in his coat pocket. The boy once more stretched out his arms. Linchal placed his right index finger down in front of the boy who hung on to it until he fell asleep. Scratching the side of his head with a finger, Linchal thought, "I wonder if I can get someone to have a snuggly toy made for the boy."

(YALOR MAKES HIS PITCH)

The three Betherans stood standing on the aircraft apron before the shocked and frightened delegation. They had left many deep foot depressions on the aging runway. Several jeeps that came out to keep guard over the delegation that spoke for the dictatorial leadership had fallen into them. "Like toys," thought one young Betheran watching the soldiers struggling to climb out.

The soldiers they had caught were released. "We have come to ask your cooperation. We not here to take control. We hear to help your people. As I speak, transmissions of our talk being sent round your world," spoke Commander Yalor in his exclusive style of speaking.

The delegation, the soldiers and civilian workers just stared with bended back and necks at the impressive sight the Betherans made. One assistant to the present leadership told his ruler, "We must seem like insects or toys to them. Still they talk to us."

Back at the main Betheran encampment, Yalor's men were hoping the talks would bare fruit. "I heard Yalor is transmitting the talk around the planet. That should shake up the Earthies," commented one Betheran.

"As long it secures the safety of these people after we leave that's all that matters," responded Uril.

Another Betheran replied to Uril, "All ready news is spreading fast around the planet."

One ambassador representing their leader had conveyed to Commander Yalor the reasons for the attacks. They were conducted for the safety of the people. Commander Yalor's two aides whispered to him, "They can't be serious. Attacking their own people is protecting?" Yalor put a hand up for them to calm down.

"We hope this---mmm---misunderstanding be rectified." As Yalor looked down at the bug size despot surrounded by many layers of security men thought, "Be so very easy to take control. Ultimately for the long term success has be the people. With their world viewing transmissions no longer can they act independently." The dictator through his delegation assured Commander Yalor no more aggressive actions will be taken.

Running up to the dictator was a man in a dress uniform. He began speaking to the dictator. Commander Yalor sensed something wasn't right. "Is something you need me know?" asked just tell me."

Wiping his forehead off with a handkerchief a delegate picking up with a nervous hand a Yalor. The tiny people just looked at each other and back up at him. "I promise no reprisal megaphone announced a bomber has been sent. "It was purely by mistake," spoke the small squat man.

"Of course it was," replied one of Yalor's aids.

Yalor told the teenage Betheran, "That will be enough." Speaking to the delegation, "Can't you countermand the order?"

"We're trying great sir. Having communications problems," the delegate replied. Yalor removing his communication pod from his belt contacted the encampment.

(EVEN GODS CAN BLEED: URIL'S BRAVERY)

Uril had gone out to one of the new constructed villages to see how his recently released patients were doing.

Lisa from the encampment looked on and smiled as she watched the enormous form of Uril making his way across the now living desert. "I don't care what you say Uril, your a God to me."

The huge, silver bomber was approaching the periphery of the settlements. The pilot and communication officer were experiencing technical difficulties with their radio and were not receiving the recall order.

Uril's friend Rigira observed Lisa as she kept turning back watching Uril. Rigira knelt down next to Lisa. The female relief worker was caught in a minor earth tremor. As she strained to keep her balance, Lisa was caught up in a cloud of dust raised up by Rigira's enormous knees. "Lisa you really love Uril don't you?" asked the Betheran thoughtfully.

"I guess I do."

Uril sat down next to the villages. He looked down at the tiny people who in their muted squeaky voices gave him salutations. The very little people looked so happy buzzing around with activity. "Oh before I forget," spoke Uril whose voice shook the village. "I have supplies for you." Reaching into a side coat pocket, he brought out colorful material and tiny blankets. He also took out wrapped tiny dishes and plates.

Hearing the sound of an airplane, Uril looked toward the horizon. He saw the object as the sun reflected off of its shiny surface. The people around his huge boots began to murmur. "Its ok," said Uril standing up. Seeing the plane heading for a larger village, Uril began to run over to the dwellings.

"I wonder why Uril's in a rush? Questioned Lisa with concern as she saw Uril running off toward another village. Rigira stood back up and wondered too.

Two Betherans came rushing up to Rigira and told him, "There's an Earthie bomber making its way for the villages."

"That's what Uril must be running towards Come on!" replied Rigira. Lisa brought her two clasped hands to her face.

Hurrying back to the encampment, Commander Yalor remarked, "Me admire your restraint. Me know not easy."

"It took all I could do not to kick those politicians away," replied one Betheran.

Another said, "I could sense they weren't sincere. It was out of expediency they cooperated with us."

"Me too felt the urge. If we did no help it bring for those we rescue. We leave soon. Our emotions do nothing."

Several explosions began appearing around the large village. "No!" shouted Uril lifting his right arm up and sending a concussion emotion sphere to drive away the plane. The bomber rocked to the violent shockwaves. Hearing the sounds of falling bombs, Uril getting on his hands and knees used his body to shield the inhabitants who ran to him for safety. Uril gritted his teeth as he felt the bombs ripping at his back.

Lisa could see eruptions of flesh and blood shooting out of Uril's back. Running up to another Betheran, Lisa trying not to lose control hollered up to the titanic teen for him to take her to Uril.

Rigira being joined by the other Betheran sent a series of concussion emotion spheres at the bomber driving it away.

Uril sensing the attack was over slowly fell to one side. The blood coming from his back created small rivers of red. The tiny Earthies became confused. They did not know how they could help their giant friend and savior.

Lisa from the hand of the Betheran kept wiping the tears from her eyes. The Betheran who was carrying with him a medical kit told Lisa, "Don't lose hope."

"Please don't die Uril," whispered Lisa.

(Planet That Weeps)

Commander Yalor and his two aides looked up and saw the primitive Earthie bomber heading away. Seeing a congregation of Betherans gathered around part of a village, an aid said, "Look!" Yalor and his companions rushed over.

An earnest Betheran medical technician named Uobe who had carried Lisa over with him to Uril began work on his injured comrade. Ripping the back of Uril's jacket, Uobe began removal of all foreign fragments. With the wounds cleaned, he began the repairing of ruptured blood vessels and torn nerve endings. Another Betheran applied grappling tissue strips. The strips virtual grab hold to the remaining flesh and duplicate the original.

Chewing on a nail, Lisa closed her eyes trying to steady herself. She bent her back looking past the small cliff like chest that rose above her. As she waited to hear how the procedure was going, Lisa became aware of another person standing not far from her. She spotted a very young boy dressed in white. He was looking in the direction of Uril's mammoth face. Lisa turned back to looking up at the giant who continued to perform his work.

Putting a hand on Uobe's shoulder, Commander Yalor asked, "How is Uril?"

"I have repaired his wounds. Though he has lost a lot of blood. His thermo-pulse-rate is weak."

Yalor responded, "I'm same blood group. Prepare for blood transfer." Commander Yalor placed a huge strong hand on the side of Uril's face and closed his eyes. Lisa looked up at the immense form of Yalor. When those huge eyes opened, Lisa gazing into Yalor's dark olive colored eyes witnessed such a feeling of power and peace. "Tiny one remain steadfast. Me know you hurt. Me as you direct feelings of affection to one heart touches."

Lisa going over to the boulder size chin of Uril's placed a hand on the hide like skin. Leaning her face against the warm flesh she sighed. She once more observed the small boy in the very bright white clothing.

Rigira seeing the dried blood around Uril and the senselessness of the attack felt his anger rising. Clenching his teeth, Rigira stood up. Gazing in the direction where Yalor and his two aides came from, Rigira thought, "I'll show them."

After Uobe was giving the blood transferee unit, he had Uril turned gently onto his back. Yalor stretched out next to Uril. Taking the white and black oblong shaped medical unit, Uobe attached one side to Commander Yalor's right arm and the other side to Uril left arm.

Lisa walked over to Uril's huge ear. Placing a hand on the center of the warm, soft earlobe, "I don't know if you can here me Uril? I can't tell you what in this brief time you have done for me. Earth seems to weep. And does anyone hear its cries? Even its own people? And from the stars came the Betherans and you Uril. You touched something inside of me both as a woman and as relief worker. Maybe the universe can sing. I don‘t know. I do know you make my heart want to sing."

At that moment a huge metal object came whooshing down near Lisa. It was an amulet of some sort attacked to a huge neck chain. Walking in front of it was the very small boy who seemed lost in a white light. Without saying a word he extended his hand. Lisa slowly walked up to him. She took his hand. Leading her to the center of the amulet he pointed with his other hand slowly to the shinny surface of the huge object. Gazing upon the glistening surface, Lisa felt herself moving.

After glow of light faded, Lisa found herself with the boy on a vast wooden plane. Towering near her and far off into the distance she could make out dark walls. "Bethera?" she questioned staring at the small boy. The boy nodded.

The surface beneath her feet shook. Coming from a far distance was a group of Betherans. Looking upwards she could see they were a group of young and older teens. They where garbed in light blue tunics that came down below their waists. Beneath the tunics they wore shorts that came to above their knees. And brown sandals covered their feet. Their hair were close shaven. And each teen wore a headband of varying colors and designs. "These must be Betheran monks," spoke Lisa out loud.

There was one younger monk whose headband had a design that was similar to the amulet. "Oh my God," Lisa said putting a hand to her mouth as she studied this one particular young monk. Turning to the small boy she asked, "A younger Uril?" The boy looked up at her and smiled.

The group of fifteen monks in unison sat down on small square mats that were before them.

Coming into the immense room was another Betheran. As best Lisa could judge from her perspective, he appeared older and was dressed in a uniform form that was similar to Commander Yalor's though of a different color. This Betheran had a cupped right hand. Kneeling down to in front of the young Uril, the adult Betheran handed him something. The adult stood up and moved off to the side. Uril placing a hand over the other began to levitate something. As it lifted higher into the air, Lisa saw it was one of her kind and what the Betherans call Earthies.

Lisa observed how Uril placed bother sides of his hands on either side of the Earthie. In a short span of time the tiny limp figure began to move. The adult Betheran came and slowly took the tiny person into his hands. "He was performing a healing," said Lisa.

The image before her faded. Lisa now standing on top of soil and thick grass---to her surprise and some little fear---found herself before huge sandaled feet that rose above her. The little boy was still with her holding her hand. Lisa realized she was before a whole group of sandaled feet. "Oh!" she gasped as she began floating up. She past a building size stretch of thick purple and black clothing. She came to rest before the immense face that radiated an ancient wisdom. One of the most striking features was his head of hair that was in a series of ten long cones. Standing next to this older Betheran Monk were other titans. Several Betherans, to Lisa's apprehension, were dressed in attire suggestive of combat. Beneath the metal plating and leather like straps were their huge muscular chests and arms. Their hair made purple and brown spikes. In the center two large cones. Still, as Lisa gazed into the eyes of the Warrior Betherans she too found this strength and kindness.

Lisa counted eight titanic Betherans. Four in Betheran religious clothing. And four in Betheran combat attire. As her mind returned to Uril, she spoke before the eight Mount Rushmore size faces, "I don't understand all this and why. All I know is I care about Uril and his work. If it be in your power please look after him. He's so young. And has a heart that I wonder is as timeless as yours." They remained silent.

The little boy let go of her hand and floated toward the Betherans. He came to rest in one of the religious titan's hands.

Shaking her head, Lisa gazed upon the reflective surface of the amulet. She saw the little boy was no longer with her. Uril commenced to make weak, groaning sounds.

(RIGIRA REMINDED OF HIS MISSION AT DARFUR)

Rigira's fast paced footsteps sent thunderous echoes throughout the immediate area. Coming across a few abandoned trucks, Rigira crushed them beneath his angry boots. As he stormed his way to the airfield, Rigira spotted movement. He stopped. Down near his left boot, Rigira saw a tiny Earthie animal the inhabitants call a donkey. It was laying on the ground surrounded by Earthie clothing and other items used by the inhabitants. Picking up the gray haired animal between two fingers, Rigira placed it down in his hand. The tiny animal squeaked in fear. "Easy," said Rigira placing a gentle finger on its bloated side. Reaching into his coat pocket, Rigira removed a swap with nutrient compounds on it. Carefully he placed the compound on the edges to the donkey's mouth. "There you go," said Rigira The donkey nudged the tip to his finger. Rigira chuckled, "Feeling better all ready huh? If no one claims you maybe I'll take you back with me to Bethera." Rigira wrapped it up in a refresher cloth and placed it in his coat pocket.

Rigira began seeing darting movements behind a few outcrops of stone and trees. Sitting down in a cross-legged fashion, the Betheran teen speaking softly in the tongue of the natives, "You can come out." Staggering out around the tiny boulders were a group of gaunt in appearance people. Rigira removed this medical kit from his coat pocket. "You can approach, I won't harm you."

Speaking to the giant they told him how they had been detained and had just been released. "Hmm, I see. Was the animal that I found yours?" They nodded. "I have it and should recover."

A thin elderly man, told Rigira in a weak voice, "Those who had placed us in a holding camp spoke of giants that would help us. And they let us loose. We thought it a trick. Seeing you coming (the old man coughed a few times) we became frightened from your size. You appeared angry. We hid. Afraid for our lives."

"Scared of me?" Rigira could see they had fear. He thought, "That's not why I came to this Darfur. I came to help and bring peace. I‘m ashamed to have let my feeling run away like this." Gazing down at the very tiny families, "Sorry if I scared you. I---I wasn't thinking. I have things here to help you. And let me carry you back to my camp. Oh, any others I should look for?"

A younger woman shouted up to him, "No, we're the only ones." Meanwhile, the few children that were with them began pulling on the straps to Rigira's boots. One began climbing up it. Rigira set to work on the tiny families before transporting them to the encampment.

(RESTING)

The huge house size head of Uril turned to its side. "Was there ever a face that could make one want to cry with joy," thought Lisa as she gazed upon at Uril with a perfect human love. Slowly the huge eyes opened up. Looking up at the round purple eyes, Lisa made a big smile and under her breath said, "Is this what love is all about."

A tired and slight smile formed on Uril's face. "Hello my friend."

"Welcome back Uril," replied Lisa who kissed her hand and touched Uril's bottom lip with it.

"You look tired. Maybe you should get some rest."

"Being here with you is all the rest I need. I was so scared about losing you Uril."

"We Betherans are pretty tough. Takes a lot to get rid of us," replied Uril weakly. Moving his arm slowly around, Uril cupped his giant hand around Lisa. The pads to the huge palm were warm and felt comforting. Uril tipped his hand and moved it onto his chest. "Rest with me."

Snuggling between the creases of the hand, Lisa could feel her body relaxing. A thought did burn its way into her mind. One whose reality brought sadness. "There will be that time when Uril will have to leave and go back to the other side of the galaxy." Lisa tried to move that thought away as she relished the time she still had with him.

Seeing Uril was recovering a large group of inhabitants came over to the colossal teen. Many women cut bits of Uril's hair to keep. Many kissed the side of his face. Commander Yalor sitting up after the blood transfer was moved by the out pouring of affection for Uril. "Many lives jubilant over one who brought them back from the never ending continuance."

(THE GALACTIC PEACE-CORPS)

When Rigira returned to camp, Corazon greeted him. "I was about to come after you. Everything ok?"

"It is now. I was pretty mad about what happened to Uril. When I came across two families, it brought me back to what this is all about," replied Rigira. "Oh and how is Uril?"

Corazon answered, "Much better. He will recover with no ill affects."

Rigira removed the two families from his left coat pocket when he arrived at the camp proper. They were mainly malnourished. Earthie relief workers began feeding them. Rigira applied the nutrient compound on the lips of those individuals that were still in no condition to take solids.

Coming out of an Earthie tent on crutches was the legless teen that Rigira had been making friends with. "Rigira, your back. Look! What do you think?" And the teen moved himself excitedly around the opening of the tent on his new crutches."

"You doing well my friend." Rigira placed his enormous hand down before his Earthie pal. Moving before the tip of the middle finger, the teen grabbed hold with one hand to a crease in the finger. With his other hand, the teen threw his crutches on to the huge palm. Rigira would have just picked him up, though he knew his Earthie friend liked, when he could, to do it on his own. Rigira besides admiring the Earthie teen's fighting spirit also admired the teen's good will. And Rigira noticed the Earthie did not seem bitter about what had happened. At least had not shown it.


Rigira was told by an Earthie relief worker who was trained as a surgeon that the damage that was done to the teen's legs and its nerve endings precluded any viable use of prosthetics. "On Bethera this obstacle could easily be removed," thought Rigira.

Uril reawakened to the sounds of high squeaky voices. "What is (chuckle) going on?" A gathering of inhabitants had crawled up and onto Uril's chest; making song and performing dances of thanksgiving. "Thanks," the Betheran teen said to the large gathering making celebration onto of his chest.

Lisa awoke to the din of laughter and merriment. She crawled out from underneath the hand that was over her. Standing up, Lisa observed a woman dressed in a colorful wrap on top of Uril's hand who asked, "Would you like to join us in our joy over the great one's health?"

"I would love to," Lisa replied.

Commander Yalor commented thoughtfully in his own inimitable way, "Uril has touched the peoples hearts special he did. His pain linked now with theirs. Place now special in hearts. And source of strength."

A Betheran told Commander Yalor, "I heard over our communications the world are calling us the galactic peace-corps."

(YALOR OF BETHERA)

"Let's begin
A new, more tender and
more kindly tomorrow."

The majestic and colossal form of Commander Yalor moved mightily through the region. The inhabitants who had not personally seem him before knew who he was by his distinctive cones of hair that shot out from the top of the Betheran's head. Yalor observed with continued great pleasure the land that was yielding it's life giving fruits. The people were settling back into a more peaceful existence.

Commander Yalor moved on.

A man sitting crouched down next to his new prefabricated home felt the ground beneath him start to shake. Glancing up toward the horizon as he took food from his ceramic bowl the man saw through the shimmering waves of heat---a massive form. Putting his bowl down he hollered for the others. "A Betheran is coming. A great one is coming!"

The woman hurriedly tried to tidy themselves out of respect for the great healer from the stars. Children laughed at each other as they literally were being tossed up and down on the floor from the vibrations caused by the approaching titan. With hope and a new belief in goodness, the inhabitants of the village now lost in the Betheran's shadow looked up at the powerful, expansive towers for legs. Rising and narrowing out at the top was the titan's huge face that like the ageless moon looked down upon them all. "Welcome great Betheran," squeaked the leader of the village. The poor man was caught in a wind storm of dust caused by the great mass of Yalor's descending body. The Children with wide eyes looked upon the God like visage of the Betheran with awe and with a burning understanding of kindness.

Getting into a cross-legged position, Yalor lowered his hand for the leader of the village to crawl up onto. Once the middle-aged man was in his palm, Yalor lifted up his hand. The Earthie was in a state of reverent fear as he ascended past the huge aqua and white colored vest toward the huge face. A face that spoke of an inherent, ageless wisdom and power he had only felt before as a boy gazing upon the eternal stars of night.

Yalor became distracted as he felt a surge of energy flowing from his other hand. Gazing downward, he saw a group of happy children climbing his hand and crawling up onto his knuckles. One boy, Yalor observed with a warm heart was helping his smaller sister up onto the boulder size knuckle. A group of women with cloth were washing his fingers.

Speaking to the village elder, Yalor said in that ever unique style of his, "Me come see you all well?"

The man nodded and replied, "Yes great one from the stars."

"Me no great. Call Yalor."

"Thank you for giving me the honor to speak with you. I thank you and the other great ones that came with you. I see hope where there was none. We were prisoners of darkness and you have released us." Yalor closed his eyes for a moment. "Great sir is their something wrong?" asked the elder when he saw water in the Betheran's great olive colored eyes.

"We do is right. Nothing more. We in tune with creation."

Yalor, after placing the leader of the village down found swarms of children had gathered around him. "You make Yalor happy. Me filled with joyful privilege." Yalor wondered if he could do something special for the children. Remembering techniques he had learned as a young teen, Yalor decided he would try and call upon them. Though he knew it would take much energy. Stretching out on the ground, Yalor invited the children and anyone else who wanted to climb onto his back.

Except for a few adults, the children of the large village climbed up onto his small airfield of a back. Many climbed up the back of his head through his thick black hair making their way for the towers of hair. Once the children and others were securely on him, Yalor concentrating with full mind and heart levitated himself up into the air. Those on the ground put their hands to their mouths as they watched the titan rise into the sky as a living mountain. With arms out stretched, Yalor willed himself through the air.

With wind streaming through their hair, the children gazed down at the land beneath them. Inhabitants from other villages shouted up in excitement and astonishment at the huge flying titan. The youth of those villages ran under the shadow of the Betheran. The children from Yalor's head waved and shouted down to the other children.

After his excursion with the children, Commander Yalor needed to rest. Creating a living mountain range next to the large village, Yalor laid down; placing his head on his folded arms. As he rested, Yalor thought about the inhabitants of the region that his men had come to help. "Me hope attention given them will secure their survival." Deep in Yalor's heart grew a darkness as he continued to deliberate over the situation, "Horrified such brutality. And those encourage such genocide to people who different beliefs than themselves. Beasts deluded in their own selfish wants. Make them servants of the unnatural laws. And far from the Great Spirit of Light. Me wonder if should stay behind." Yalor thought and thought.

As the great Yalor rested, the inhabitants came and touched his person. Many touched the warm skin to his face. Those who had skin aliments found after touching Yalor the blemishes had cleared.


(GIANT KIDDING)


Two Betherans were talking. One was commenting on the huge strides they had made. The second replied, "I know. We have given them back life. And only us. And, and me. Tiny little fragile creatures who live because of ME. I love how when I go to a village they run up to me so small. I always, well, get really excited inside how tiny and vulnerable they are next to my boots. Maybe they know how I hold their lives in my great presence and as they should."

"What?" questioned the first Betheran teen becoming somewhat worried.

The second Betheran teenager sliding a hand over the side of his face responded, "Don't you see we are their Supreme Beings. They can worship us. OH YES! Can you see and understand it!" Grabbing the arms of the first Betheran, the second continued, "Soon the entire Earthie planet will come to know their survival is dependant on us. Tiny, tiny creatures loving us. Worshipping us. They will write songs and hymns about us. About me. And finally they will pray to me!"

The first Betheran teenager shook his friend. "Look, we do have an advantage over them with our size. Most importantly anything we do is powered by the Great Spirit of Light. The Earthies are still a race that like us are part of creation and not for our pleasure. Once you separate and fall into your own self, you risk detaching yourself from the beauty of creation."

"Ha! I really had you. Didn't I?" said the second Betheran Laughing.

The first Betheran teen put his friend into a Betheran headlock. "You really did you kidder." The two titanic teens rough housed for a couple of minutes.

"Seriously," said the second Betheran. "I will miss many of the Earthies when we leave. Part of me would like to take back home to Bethera those who have become my friends."

The first Betheran teen responded, "I know how you feel. I have heard Ririga and Linchal talking about taking back home a pair of Earthies they have become close to."


(THE REALITY OF LEAVING)


Corazon lost in thought was sitting with his legs pulled up as he looked off at the horizon. A group of Earthies he had worked with and helped came up to the titanic teen. Many sat and leaned up against his giant hip. A couple of children were jumping up toward the lip to the side pocket to his shorts. "Children what are you doing?" asked the parents.

"Can't we hide in his pocket. We can then stay with him."

Uril and Lisa began having conversations about the departure. "I can't think about it Uril. When I do, I just want to cry. I must sound so silly," said Lisa sitting in his hand.

"No. Because I feel the same way. I have thought about how you could adjust to my world. I just want to keep you all hidden and with me."

"Oh Uril, really?"

"Of course."

Lisa replied blushing, "In bed, I thought about that. I wondered about if I could live in Bale you told me about. I could then visit you at the temple." Lisa looked off at the people far down below. Her heart too was with the suffering people. Returning her gaze to Uril. "I'm so confused. Please Uril place me close to you."

Gently picking Lisa up, Uril placed her in the inner pocket of his jacket so she would be next to his heart. "Lisa, I love you so. And I wish so much for you. I do know our (uril tried to stifle a surge of emotions) what our true paths are."

In the darkness of Uril's pocket, Lisa leaned up against the inner-lining and listened to the deep beating of the heart. "You make my so happy. But the people..."

(URIL AND THE LEPERS)


Finishing a medical procedure with an Earthie doctor, Lisa left the surgical tent. Crouching down not far from her was Uobe. Lisa walked over to the side of the formable looking boot. "Uobe! Can I ask you a question?" shouted up Lisa.

"Yes," replied Uobe lowering his hand down before her. Lisa jumped onto the small island of a hand.

A current of air pressed down on the Earthie Female as she was lifted up across from the enormous teen's face. "I have a concern, I know you Betherans are technologically advanced. Are you at risk with exposure to human microbes?"

"We are familiar with Earthie physiology and the complete genetic code of your race. And all medical maladies that are imprinted in what you call DNA. Don't forget, we have a city of Earthies living and working with us on Bethera."

"Right, Uril told me the complete fantastic story and how it came about."

"Are you concerned about Uril?"

"I was, well, a little bit"

Uobe replied, "Don't be. He maybe young, though he still is advanced in medical healing."

"I know he is." Lisa walked over to the side of Uobe's hand. She looked over toward the track of land where Uril had left for. The warm arid wind tossed her hair up. Lisa smiled slightly.

With his medical bag full of supplies hoisted up on his shoulders and a bedroll attached to his back, Uril came to a small group of rocky hills where the Leper Community was situated. Stepping over the small hills, Uril approached the small simple group of wooden cabins. Uril knelt down. "I was given word you were notified of my coming? Please do not be afraid," spoke Uril as he began setting up his examination bio-mats.

Slowly, a tiny beat up screen door opened up to the center cabin. Its rusted hinges creaked. A figured draped from head to toe in gray rags emerged from the darkened interior. Uril smiled and said gently, "Happy first Greetings." The gaunt figure in the gray and tattered clothing just stood silent. "Please approach. Is there a reason your face is covered? Does the sun hurt your flesh?" The tiny figure shook its head. "You need not be fearful of how you look. And I detect no active contaminants from you. Please reveal yourself to me." The gray figured removed the cloth covering his head. Uril observed how both ears had fallen off. The skin was dark with grayish blotches. "I‘m going to pick you up to have a closer look before I place you on the examination mats."

Before Uril picked up the individual, he sprayed his hands with a special sanitizing substance. Using his fingers he picked the figure up and placed him down in his hand. "You do me honor. I sensed no fear in you."

"Because you don't fear or show revulsion to us," replied the man. Concentrating, Uril placed his other hand over the tiny figure. As he was sensing the man's bio-pulses others from the cabins began coming out and approached the colossal Betheran. Shortly, Uril had the whole community on the examination mats.

Uril set up cleansing baths while the examination mats performed their functions. One patient, an Earthie teen the same age as Uril stood up and left heading away from the group. "Where you going? It hasn't finished yet," spoke Uril. The teen who was missing an arm and his left foot hobbled away.

"He's always like that," spoke a middle-aged woman.

"I see," replied Uril. Reaching over Uril placed a hand down in front of the teen. "I really need you to finish this."

The teen squeaked angrily back, "What's the point."

"The point is you." Uril understood the teens frustration and the great burdened he carried in such an infirmed body. At the moment Uril could not dwell on this. He needed to perform his task. "Come let me finish." The teen just growled. Uril placed the fragile form back on the mat.

"Why waste time on dust," spoke the teen.

Uril did not hear all the words spoken by the teen. He heard sufficient amount to understand the emotion behind it. Bringing his face down to the disfigured Earthie. "Your not dust. We can talk later." Uril thought to himself, "The suffering of these tiny ones breaks my heart."

The teen full of anger looked up at the huge purple eyes. They gazed down at him with such a tenderness. For a moment the teen felt as if he mattered. A thought that he had never experienced before.