Sara O'Bon sipped the warm coffee and looked down at the coffee in the mug. She imagined the shapes in the cream looked like Alissa's face. She sighed. She looked at her left hand on the mug, more specifically, her wedding ring. It reminded her of not just her loving husband, but of Andrew, too. A little while ago, he asked if he had funds for college. He was already thinking of the future, and soon, a future with a wife.
"Thinking about the kids?" Sam asked as he came into the kitchen. He whistled the notes to "Love Lifted Me" as he poured his bowl of cereal.
"Yes," Sara said. "I had a dream about them last night. They're so capable I don't worry much, but they're so far away from home. What if a major problem comes up? We won't be able to know about it."
Sam put a hand on his wife's shoulder. "I worry too," he said, "but we can't do anything by worrying, can we?"
"I guess not." she said. She looked at the morning sky, and knew her parents would be up in a little while. She prayed that the Lord would send her children home safe, so one day she could be a grandparent, too.
****
"How cool is that?"Andrew asked.
"I know, right?" Cody said. Andrew put out his fist and Cody bumped it with his. "If you're my opponent in the tournament, I won't go easy on you, Costric and I are ready!" Andrew said.
"Just what I want to hear." replied Cody.
"WAIT!" Alissa said, and stood up from the sofa. Andrew went over to his sister.
"What, you afraid I might beat you?" asked Andrew.
"It's not that. It's just..... are we tough enough? Our own parents couldn't win a tournament, what makes us think we can? They almost didn't save Earth. If we fail....." Alissa trailed off. Sam knew she needed comforting, but didn't know how. Sam bowed his head.
"Lord, my sister is in doubt right now, and she needs to be confident. Confident in You, her sporemon, her friends, and herself. Please give her peace. Amen,"
*****
A skinny figure, leaned against the wall of a lab, waiting for someone. He whistled his favorite rock n' roll tune, until he saw her. A beautiful young girl, in a long gold dress. He stopped whistling, stood up straight, and tried to smooth down his gelled mohawk. When she got closer, he bowed. "Your Majesty." he said.
Delilah smiled. If her own people couldn't do a simple job, maybe this fool could. With the right tools, of course.
to be continued......
