The Party of the Gods

Hydrogena pressed her temples painfully, as if seeing more clearly would make her see what she wanted. Her hands shook as Rejinal lay still.

“No!” she whispered, not believing. “No, not Rejinal!” Desperately she sent her mind out to try to reach his. The black emptiness she found confirmed her worst fears. He was gone. “No!” She cried out loud. “He’s my son!”

Her first impulse was to run to Aurumus and plead for help. They could make a Power Circle and revive him. She could picture his sympathetic eyes, however, as he shook his head no. ‘We should not interfere,’ he would say. ‘Rejinal was not meant to be anyway. When you marry Oxygeny and have Heavenly children you will forget the pain.’

Then she had a horrible, wonderful thought. Madly she rushed out of the room. She knew what she had to do. Into the dim lower recesses of the palace she dashed. At a set of stone spiral stairs, she wound around, down, then ever deeper down. It seemed to take forever to reach the chamber below, and her breathing was hard and heavy when she did. She threw open the door and made a large, heavy bag fly into her hand. With it, she dashed up the stairs, hardly slower than she had come down them. She went straight to her suite and rushed to the balcony. Opening the tightly sealed bag, she let the contents fly. A huge cloud of sparkling Power Dust escaped, and using all the Power within her, she directed the pulsating particles aglow with photonic blue, the highest energy hue, down to Hume and into the chamber where Rejinal lay lifeless.