An Invasion America Fanfiction by Andrea Bell

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 The last Ooshala of the Tyrus has disappeared, leaving the heir and his guardian to themselves. But what has happened to our brave and courageous Rita Carter?

    "She's ... she's gone," he whispered.

    "David." Rafe's voice was filled with compassion.

    David sagged, all the energy leaving him in a dizzying rush. He stumbled and Rafe caught him. Suddenly angry, David seized the amulet his mother had given him before - 

    -before she had died-

    -before the house imploded and he shoved it in Rafe's face.

    "Don't you understand?" He was crying now, and he didn't care, didn't even wipe at the tears that streamed down his face. "She's dead!"

    Rafe didn't say anything at first. "Perhaps," he said.

But Rita does not simply disappear. 

    He pressed the orb into her hands, folding her strong fingers over it. "Keep this. Use it only when you have to. You will know when the time comes."

    My boy. My beautiful boy. Dear God, your father would be so proud of you...

    They were moving closer now, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to drop all of them before they got her. It didn't matter. As long as David got safely away.

    Bright light suddenly filled the room. Rita had to squint, but she didn't dare close her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye she saw what was causing the strange illumination. It was the orb, istting on the end of the table. Something flickered as if trapped inside.

    Still covering the men, Rita moved quickly to the table and picked up the glowing orb of crystal with her free hand. Her eyes flickered to it, and she almost dropped it.

    Cale!

    Joy grew quickly inside her, spreading a warmth and a certainty deep in her belly...She understood. Her mind flew back to the moment fifteen years ago.

    The men made their move, rushing her. She lifted the orb over her head. It was a better weapon than the gun, which Rita now let fall to the floor. The light grew brighter, almost painfully so.

    Cale! 

The great warrior has fought his last battle, he faced manglers, Tall Men, and even the government itself. Every warrior must face a final battle...

    "Your father ... lives. Find him, tell him ... I kept my promise..."

    The hand loosened its tight grip, and the fire left Rafe's eyes. They were cold now, cold as Rafe's hands, which David clasped in his own in a futile attempt to warm them.

    For a long time, David simply sat. He gazed into the dead eyes, wondering what they had seen, what wondrous and horrible things had made Rafe into the proud warrior he had been. Slowly, David reached out and closed those eyes.

    The warrior had finally found peace.

But as they say, 'old soldiers never die'...

    The moon shone down, silvering the grave and catching the gleam of the locket. As if opened by unseen hands, the locket split apart, unfolding its treasures, though there was no one to witness them. The soft music chimed, unheard by human ears. The small figures stood together as the music played on: Cale, Rita, the infant David...

    ...and the warrior, Rafe, taking his place beside the ruler and that ruler's son, both of whom he had sworn to protect--even unto death.

The king with no throne. 

    "You can't go back," she repeated for the hundredth time. "They'll kill you!"

   "We've gone through this before," he chided her gently. "You know I must. I'm their ruler. If the invasion of earth is to be stopped, I must lead those who would stop it."

   "Come back to me," she whispered.

   "I swear it."

What exists for him but the revolution?

   "Rita Carter, you appeared as if sent by a benevolent god in the darkest moments of my life. You are my light. What I can do to make you happy, I will; what I can give you, is yours. Now I am a king without a throne, all I have is my poor self. But that I give most joyously. Will you have me?"

   Tears stung Rita's eyes. "Cale-Oosha," she whispered, "I will." She licked dry lips. "I was alone in the world, with few friends, and I didn't realize how lonely I was until I met you. I think I was yours from the moment I first saw you. Will you have me?"

   "Beloved, always."

   "Kia-thamaa," She echoed in his language.

He lives for her love, and to love his people. To bring them change. But there has been an unexpected turn of events...

All text in Courier New is original by Christie Golden, the original Author of Invasion America. This is a work by fans, for fans. I don't own any of this stuff, and I'm not making a profit. It has been done without permission of Christie of the Dreamworks folks who bought the rights to do it as a show. I didn't ask them if I could use the pictures, and I am pretty sure I didn't ask the "owners" that put the pics on their sites, so sorry folks, but all the credit goes to Dreamworks and Christie unless you want to make a point of sending me a line to claim your pictures.