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Talashar's vision cleared slowly. He saw he was in a cave. He lifted his head, but a sudden sharp pain made him regret it. There was a funny humming sound from nearby. A strange creature came into view.

"Awake, are you?" it asked, opening its beak widely. The voice reminded Talashar of an eclair's cry.

"Yes." Talashar answered, vision starting to swim again. The creature placed the edge of one of its scaly wings on Talashar's forehead, and the pain receded.

"Good. You shall learn much."

"Who are you?"

"I am Trydactil. I am to teach you of the Ancients of long ago...the Guardians."

"The Guardians I know about."

Trydactil clapped its beak shut, then opened it again. "Even you do not know everything of the Guardians. Only I do."

Talashar snorted. "You don't look like a Guardian."

"No, I am not. You shall learn what I am, and what I did long ago to secure my honored position."

A sudden memory returned to Talashar. "My son!"

"You will find when you return that he has been cured by the infernian lizard I...left in the hospital."

A harsh wind blew through the cave, and the glowmelons set around the room flickered out. Now the only light was a faint green glow from a strange disc at one end of the cave, the same thing that was producing the humming sound.

"What was that?" Talashar asked in sudden horror as a cold sensation came upon him.

Reactivating a melon, Trydactil's eyes narrowed. "The Sodatarians. But they are for later. Right now, you need food."

*****

Curry Almond surveyed the huge crevice that cut them off from the chamber at the other side. She looked back at Urthwerm and Swifteye. "That's a long way to fall." she said grimly.

"And no way across?" Swifteye asked.

"None that I can see."

Swifteye closed his eyes. "It will be tiring to carry everyone across with the Force."

"What happened to, 'size matters not'?" Urthwerm asked in scorn.

Swifteye glanced sideways at the Intecid. "There is more to the Force then aphorisms."

"And maybe if you Producians used your eyes once in a while..." Urthwerm began, then stepped into the crevice.

Curry gasped, and Swifteye threw out his hand instinctively. But Urthwerm was standing in mid-air...or so it seemed. "Come." the Intecid said firmly.

"Urthwerm..."

"There is a pathway of rock. Your eyes cannot judge perception as well as Intecid eyes. You fail to see, because of an optical illusion. Now, come."

Curry closed her eyes and stepped forward. A smile went across her face. "It is true!"

Urthwerm smirked as the three set across to the other side, balancing carefully to keep from falling.

*****

"Here, captain." Lemon Drop said, handing Tangerine a bunch of his name-sake candies that grew on one of the great trees.

Thomas Tangerine glanced up into the yellowish sky, then dropped the fruits in horror. His eyes opened widely. "The needle fighters!" he yelled.

All around, crewmembers turned their gazes upwards, to see the same thing that their captain had seen. A squadron of thin ships, made of a strange material, roared over their heads. A blast of fire slammed into the caves, collapsing some in a massive rockfall.

"What can we do?" Drop cried out.

"Nothing!" Tangerine yelled back. "We can't defend against these!"

Then suddenly the needle ships stopped and dropped to the ground suddenly. Each was about the size of two Kiwi-wings. The needle ships seemed to melt away in an eerie metamorphosis, and now a group of reptilian aliens could be seen. They raised crystalline weapons and charged.