Page 74 of Made For The Alien Warrior

“Then you may leave.” He flicked his head at one of the warriors standing by and watching. “Restrain her.”

Horror bloomed in her heart. She took a step forward. “No!”

“Set him in the damas,” the Healer gestured for them to bring the evil Plutonian.

Symphony wrenched her arms, trying to free herself from her captors. Two more Plutonians hurried forward. One grabbed her arm while the other stretched his hands in front of her so she could not pass.

For the first time since arriving on this planet, Symphony remembered what it was like to feel completely helpless. On earth, she had so many limitations because of her arm. Learning to overcome those challenges was difficult and she had always nursed a secret jealousy. How lucky was the rest of the world that they could do the simplest things without much thought?

After arriving on this planet, she had been given a new experience. Going from a life where shehadto depend on others to one where she could complete simple tasks on her own filled her with power.

She’d quickly grown accustomed to barging her way through life on the planet, speaking her mind and doing things she could only dream of doing on earth.

But now reality was quickly catching up to her. Stripped of her puffed-up confidence, she saw that she was still a small and insignificant part of life.

What could a human do compared to these giant Plutonian warriors?

Korben, Zar, Lans, Clavas and Pin had all left the sacred damas. The only other Plutonian on her side was dying in front of the alien who was supposed to save him.

She wasn’t brave.

She wasn’t strong.

She wasn’t even whole.

Symphony felt her limitations so intensely that her head spun. There was nothing she could do to save Tiegan. Nothing.

“You can’t do this!” she screamed, unable to stand there and watch the Healer choose an alien kidnapper over the one who would give up his life to save her. “You need to help Tiegan! Do you call yourself a Healer?” She rocked back and forth. Her voice echoed over the sacred damas. “You dare call yourself a savior of the species after this?”

“Take her out,” the Healer said, concentrating on the lake.

“No.” Symphony fought when the aliens dragged her out of the cavern.

Her eyes locked on Tiegan who was floating in the sacred damas. Panic made her claw and bite, desperate to be free. The Plutonians grunted but held firm. They did not need to do much to overpower her and it was excruciating to her pride.

With every step she took away from Tiegan, her heart clamored and throbbed. She kept her eyes on his blue body until they dragged her around a bend.

“Sim-pony,” Rune said, hurrying toward her.

Relief poured through her veins at the sight of him. “Rune, Tiegan got hurt. These rebel Plutonians attacked us and he got stabbed with a spine dagger and then there were bugs…” Her words rushed together. She realized she wasn’t making any sense and went with the heart of the matter. “Rune, you have to help him.”

“I will see what is going on,” Rune said. He ran past her, heading in the direction of the sacred damas.

Sim-pony wrapped her arms around herself, pacing the cavern where the Plutonians were standing guard. She debated whether it was worth it to try and sneak past, but decided against it. All that mattered right now was that Rune had gone to help Tiegan. Would he get there in time?

She huffed. Symphony stillcouldn’tbelieve the Healer had turned his back on Tiegan. Was he a spy? Did he secretly work with the rebels?

“If anything happens to Tiegan, I swear…” she mumbled, glaring in the direction of the sacred damas.

“Tiegan is stronger than this,” a new voice said.

She glanced up and saw the tall Plutonian stepping into the cavern. The warriors who were watching over her dipped their heads.

“You may leave.” The Plutonian raised a hand and flicked thick, blue fingers. In that moment, he looked like an elegant king.

“But terros…”

“Go.” Intelligent purple eyes fell on her. “Give us a moment alone.”

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