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sighs I have so much to say and yet no voice it seems* I have one but it is like I am afraid once I open my mouth it won't shut or maybe my thoughts are my life and once expressed they and I will die*this is a bad condition to be in when you are supposed to be a writer*
two avis ago Dathril was an alien/angel being that came to this world after we had destroyed it and all that was left were mongrel people and animals* He was a bit of a conservationist in the new*old world from a space port that had people in it from earth who had been rich or of pure blood or of interesting background*kept for future study and breeding to enhance the human race and to place on the *new*old world a more perfect being that would be able to take care of the new*old world as it should have been in the first place*Dathril Darkjewel had had all the training and was top of his class and had won a grant to be in charge of a recon mission to earth to see if it was ready to become inhabited and if not what its condition was*he meets amber a descendant of the radicals*supposedly* who had refused to leave earth and thought that they better served earth by staying and cleaning up the mess rather than letting it happen more slowly on its own. She is violent and to him rather backwards in thinking and rather rough in her ways*almost hostile* and he is thinking she'd be an interesting specimen to bring back from his recon mission.