The Broken Blade
“Are you sure this is the place, old woman?” asked Clari in disbelief.
The planet below them appeared little different from others they had visited, searching for the annoying little man. Shanna grinned a gap-toothed smile at her supposed relative and nodded, as she felt the thrill of power extinguished on their arrival. It was not Cornelius but something less pure, if Cornelius could ever have been called such a thing. There was a dirty feel to the transmitted energy which drew her like a moth to a flame, it seemed as though the dwarf had succeeded in his catalytic assignment.
“Ships detected,” shouted their Captain, as they closed range, “ with energy releases on the surface!”
“Now do you doubt me?” sneered Shanna as she hobbled towards the holo-screen by the Captain’s chair.
Clari reeled back as though she had been struck. It was not so much the words, nor the inherent disdain. No, it was the pulsing throat muscles and the nictitious membrane which reminded her that this Witch Woman was someone to respect.
“Will the Prophecy be fulfilled?” Clari asked humbly.
“Oh, that it will,” replied Shanna gleefully, and then in a voice only she could hear, “but which one my pretty? That is the real question.”
Clari shivered as Shanna’s evil cackle rang across the bridge.
“”Launch the boats,” snarled Shanna, all signs of age disappearing from her voice, “we have a world to win and destiny before us!”
The cheering of her Clansmen followed Clari as she left the Bridge. Quickly she found her men.
“Take our people on one of the boats. Make sure you find the thrice-damned Chosen One and bring him to me.”
They saluted and left at a run. Clari’s volatility was well known and no-one wanted to cross her. The only doubt was why she wanted to be the one to find the Chosen One and what she wanted with him. It was in neither of their places to ask or even know the answer to such a question. The Chosen One would know, and that was sure in their minds. Tradition and legend said it was so. The fact that neither they, or the rest of Clari’s people, had ever set eyes on Cornelius Butt before probably went a long way to explaining their blind faith. Reality would have a surprise from them before the day was over.