Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 51

as the sensors measured the energy rising to its apex.

pipe out of Eric’s leg as he looked up at her.
“You won’t kill me, you worm! Your entire service
career with the Galaxy Sentries spoke for itself!” He
spat at her.

*The Hidden Temple*
The room was surging with an invisible energy as
Nar-Tol’s frustration began to rupture its physical
vessel. “Dammit! Where is it?” He roared in frustration and looked around the room. Camille stood up,
a small smile on her face and Veronica next to her.
“So Eric... how’s it feel to be on the losing side?” Eric
looked at her utterly befuddled.
“What do you mean weak one?” His rage apparent on
his face, his features sunken from arcane overuse.

Camille brought the weapon down onto his head. Her
face contorted with rage. “You have no idea of my
service records,” Camille whispered before she went
to help Mary. Camille and Mary ran at Nar-Tol as the
portal destabilized. “NO! My gods will not be able to
return for four more generations!” The being roared as
Camille proceeded to remove its head with her sharpened pipe. Mary shoved the other priest into the portal
and helped Freddy carry Camille, who had passed out
from blood loss, from the crumbling planet.

“You see when I was younger, I was visited by my
older self a few times. I was told of this event, but by
the laws of travel I was not allowed to remember.”
She explained as Veronica bandaged up her arm.
“However, there is a way to circumvent that. You see
when my future self goes back, she also tells a friend
of mine. He remembers, and while I was not allowed
at the time, I remember now! I remember why the
heroes of Sanctuary had a fight on this planet. It was
to help set up a little aid from back when!” As she
yelled, the last the unseen energy began to take on
physical form. A cloud of grey light materialized into
a circular gateway.

*The Harbinger, a few hours later*
Mary sat next to Camille’s bed in the med-bay as the
young Phonesian and Human hybrid finally stirred.
She was the first to greet Camille, and then Veronica
and Freddy, who were also sitting by the bed, welcomed Camille back. A video feed connected to the
other monitors in the ship, allowing the large crew
know that one of their saviours was awake. Holding Freddy’s hand, Camille saw she had a series of
bandages covering her right arm. “Now Camille, we
didn’t want you to freak out. We had to graft a cybernetic arm when your healing factor would not let
you heal up. Your original arm was preserved inside
a small cryo-stasis tube.” The bandages were peeled
back to reveal the replacement arm made of the spare
parts from the engineering section. “Holy shit! How’d
you get all the scrap together?” she asked looking
rather sadly at the new arm.

Nar-Tol held out his hand in an attempt to use his
powers to close it, but a force threw him and his allies
to the other side of the room. The person who had
emerged covered in lightning was the legendary hero,
‘Dominous Lightning.’ Camille knew him by his real
name of Freddy Wilks. She smiled as the speedster
helped fight Nar-Tol. Mary took on the other priest,
leaving Camille to fight Eric. Eric drew his sword
while Camille picked up sharp piece of pipe. Their
weapons clashed; Eric seethed with anger that she
defied him. “You would have been saved by the masters!” He shrieked as Camille parried a forward thrust
and stabbed him through the thigh.

Mary pulled out a tablet, and gave it to Camille. “Going rogue was Eric’s idea. He was purposely leading
us to get away from The Alliance, and to bring us to
planet Pleasureville.”

She looked at him, not with the hatred he expected,
but with pity. “I remember when you told me you
loved me. I know that’s a lie now; I think you will
never feel that emotion.” She ripped the sharp piece of

“Thank you dear.” Camille said as she handed Mary
back the tablet after reading the various messages.
Veronica spoke next in a very awkward manner.
“Umm, Mrs. Lawson?” she asked as Camille sat up to
look at her. “I know what you’re going to say DS-X...

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