by Dane Bagley
“Caryell, my son, wake up.”
Caryell was typically a light sleeper, and rarely did he require being woken by his father. It was already late in the morning, and Roloff had exciting news for him. Caryell, for his part, was waking from a deep and sweet sleep. He had an awakening in himself the evening before, and sleep could not find him for several hours after he had turned into bed. The image of the young beauty was still on the forefront of his mind as his consciousness returned.
Roloff could see the happiness on his face, even as he awoke and opened his eyes. “I see that you had a very nice evening, last night. Did you enjoy the theater?”
“Yes. Yes, I did.”
“Well, I’m pleased. Listen, Uncle Priori has let me know that another sighting of the craft should be apparent just after dark tonight. They’ve been able to catalog the various sightings, and calculated when it should appear again. We were going to return back home today, but now I want to stay and see if the calculations are correct. If they are, then we will at least have proof that there is a craft orbiting our world. I’m sure, under these circumstances that we can extend more time on your school work. Do you think that it will be alright?”
“Yes! I will see the craft that Mother is in, won’t I?”
“Yes, I believe so. The science institute is very excited about the findings, and so is the Mayor. I think that we may be with a rather large group tonight. I will need to get back and tell the rest of Arkasia tomorrow, but it will be good to have it all confirmed tonight. This is very important for us, but it is important for everyone else, too.”
“Yes, Father.”
“I have a meeting with Mayor Tinron in about an hour, along with some of their top scientists. Uncle Priori will be there as well. I want you to get up and get ready, have a good breakfast, and then come to Uncle Priori’s—do you know the way?”
“I do. It is not hard to find.”
Roloff was sitting on the bed beside Caryell. He got up and began to leave, and then turned back, sat down again and embraced Caryell. Father and son embraced tenderly, and then looked at each other with a happiness and joy that they had not felt in a long time together.
