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"Hi Altra," she said, smiling a bit at the question. "No, I'm not a Jedi but I do have some abilities that are very similiar to what the Jedi can do."

Karal nodded in understanding and resumed walking over while Altra stared at him. :Tell her to scratch me. If she's not using her hands to move books, she might as well do something useful with them.:

Don't be rude. "I believe Altra would not object were you to scratch him behind the ears," he said. "I asked as I met a Jedi, and she explained the ability to levitate was part of that."

Isabel did just that, but she had to make sure. "Can I ask a stupid question? Is he a student? Or just a furry friend of yours?"

"Jaina," she nodded, hoping there wasn't another female Jedi around. "She's one and there's at least three others on the island as well. Jedi use the Force to do a lot of things, including levitate. Me? I've just got some enhanced genetics and a more fully developed brain. At least that's what we've been told."

"Altra is a friend." He watched, bemused, as Altra purred and pushed against her hand, doing entirely too credible an impression of someones's pet. "Do you mind him being in the library?"

"Jaina, yes. She explained some of what the Jedi do," he said as he carefully took a seat on the floor, outside of the books surrounding her. "I've no clue what genetics are, but an ability such as yours sounds similar to what the people of Valdemar refer to as a Gift. Power and ability which come solely from the mind."

"I'll have to bring Karal some of Annie's toys for you," Isabel told Altra. "Have you ever had catnip before?"

"That's pretty much where this comes from. The human mind has large parts of it that are under used. When we were created, our mother was able to activate those parts, to give us abilities regular humans don't have." Whether it was a good gift of not was still debatable.

Altra pulled away from her fingers and looked deeply offended. :I am not a cat.:

Karal rolled his eyes slightly, and thought as clearly as he could, You're pretending to be, and you're very good at it. "That is a generous offer, but I think they would be wasted on Altra. Thank you, though," he said, giving her a quick smile which faded. "I don't understand how you could be created. Are you not a person?"

Isabel carefully scratched Altra. "Okay, but if you ever want anything, my Annie is incredibly spoiled so she has more then enough to share."

"I'm a person, there's no doubt about that. But I've got a rather long involved history. Are you sure you want to be bored by it?"

Altra grumbled, but settled himself on the floor in front of her, forcing Karal to hide a smile. "If you wish to tell me, I would be pleased to listen, and I doubt very much if I will be bored."

"I suppose all stories should start Once upon a time," she said, smiling a bit. "Once upon a time, on a planet called Antar, there was a king called Zan. And Zan tried to change things. In his mind, he was going to make things better. But some people didn't like change. And the king, his bride, his general and his sister were all killed."

Karal nodded, listening attentively. "I know about people who wish to make such changes." Though when the changes were decreed by Vkandis Himself, there was little chance of such violence. "That is a great tragedy, Isabel."

"That's only the beginning," Isabel shrugged. "The king's mother was a scientist. She was able to distill the essence of the Royal Four and combine it with human DNA to create hybrids. They were then sent to earth so that they could grow up, learn to use their powers and return to save their planet."

"She created you? And - you said 'we' - others like you?" he asked, disturbed by that, even though most of what she was saying was beyond his understanding. His knowledge of people being created to serves the ends of others involved nothing good. "And you are to be sent to try and free the planet, whether you wish it or not?"

"My brother, the king, his wife and his general," she nodded, turning her attention from Altra and focusing on the books. "Whether we wanted to or not. We have a responsibility to try. I mean we owe to them in way."

"You did not ask to be created," he said slowly, disturbed but concealing it behind a calm face. "I do not see how they have the right to force you into a life you do not wish." And he was struck by the irony of saying such when the Church of the Sunlord had, before Solaris's ascendancy, taken children for a life in the church, whether they wanted it or not.

"No body is forcing us. The ship that brought us here crashed. Our guardians were either killed, or walked away. One betrayed us." Isabel slowly sorted the books, although tomorrow she'd wonder how the lurid romance wound up in the sci-fi pile. "We grew up not knowing who or what we were. We finally did find answers. I suppose we could have walked away. But we didn't."

"Which is to your great credit," he said quickly. "I'm sorry, I did not intend to sound as I were criticising, but it sounded as if you were to be forced to fight, and that did not sit well. Growing up without that knowledge, without guardians, must have been very confusing."

"I'd rather not fight," she admitted, not sure why she was willing to do so. "But responsibility you know?" A shrug dismissed that line of thought. "We did eventually wind up with guardians. My brother and I were adopted. I love my parents very much."

"I do know, yes. Very well." He watched the books for a bit. "It's good that you found people who would love and care for you, and for your brother."

"It is," Isabel smiled fondly. "They only found out the truth about who and what we are recently. They've been wonderful about it."

"I imagine that would have been quite a shock!" He shook his head, trying to imagine how they must have felt. "Do they know you are going to go off to fight to free your planet?"

Altra yawned, shook himself, and trotted off into the stacks, disappearing behind a shelf.

"We've already gone," she said quietly. "Max and Michael are still there. If things work out, I'll be going back in August."

"I didn't realise," he said quietly, casting about for somthing reassuring to say. He didn't have a lot of luck. "Will you be returning?"

"I'd like to. But I just don't know," Isabel admitted.

"No, of course you wouldn't," he murmured. That had been extremely tactless of him. "Forgive me, I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay," she said. "You didn't know."

Isabel glanced after Altra, "Is he hunting gremlins?"

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