Free Earth's Last Angel by Leon Castle Page A

of introductions starts. After this formality is complete it’s time to celebrate, and celebrate they do, well into the night.
    The following morning the two now very alive lovers are enjoying a morning stroll along the top observation deck, taking in the vista below and above them.
    â€˜Darling, did you really believe our sons could do all of this?’ waving his hand around to encompass the massive hollowed out asteroid that is now the city of Star Jewel with all of her wonders from the crystal clear lake at the base surrounded by beautiful open parks. Gardens that hang from the balconies of each floor encircling the inner shell creating a curtain of living color right around the entire wall. The golden glass pyramid the family trademark, thrusting seven floors up into space above the city. His heart fills with pride and awe.
    â€˜To be honest not all of it, sometimes I thought you were a bit of a dreamer.’
    â€˜Excuse me, mother, father may I speak with you for a moment?’
    â€˜Of course son, speak.’
    â€˜Now that you have finally been reanimated along with the rest of us, who among us do you think should become the Grand Croc as leader over us?’
    â€˜I believe the present Croc should stay in power until we prepare a mandate, then we should conduct a conclave to discuss and resolve any concerns that come up regarding leadership.’
    â€˜Son, while you’re here, I’m keen to tour the research and development facilities and meet the people who made all of this happen, can you organize that for me? Oh and I want to see the staronium isotope for myself.’
    â€˜Father, I can actually do better than that, I can organize an enhancement session for you, Nolack-2 can give you a direct link implant while she’s at it. You can talk to her anywhere, any time, and it also links you up so you can call any of us lions at anytime. Staronium is in the vault at the great hall.’
    â€˜What do mean us?’
    â€˜All Crocs since Nolack-1’s creation have been given a direct link implant to her, so now we have our own private communications network through Nolack-1 and now Nolack-2.
    â€˜Fantastic! I’ll be in that. Call me this afternoon, your mother and I still have some catching up to do,’ smiling tenderly at his now enhanced, young, and still pretty wife. Both now dressed in comfortable light jumpsuits with soft leather boots, The Croc tours around Sky-Jewel on foot, taking in the sights and sound of this busy asteroid city with his little goddess by his side.
    Mid-morning they enter the great hall, admiring the display of artifacts that line the walls documenting the history of the United Kingdom of Sobektar.
    â€˜This is totally amazing! Check this out they even have a scale model of our first golden pyramid where it all began. Look at this, there’s even a miniature of Nolack running around with the kids!’
    Judok looked down at the miniatures, a tear slips out the corner of her eye remembering the happy times she’d had with Nolack, her faithful little dog.
    A quiet dignified voice softly whispers ‘I am honored to be named after her.’
    â€˜Who said that?’ a now somber Judok softly asks, wiping the tear away.
    Spotting a small bench near the curtained end of the hall, the First Croc gently guides Judok towards it. Their path is intercepted by a proud young man wearing the Royal tunic.
    â€˜Who are you? Why are you here?’ he demands.
    â€˜I am The First Croc of the United Kingdom of Sobektar, I am here to see my sword Mulicator and the staronium isotope.’
    â€˜Please forgive me, sire. My birth name is Glen, also of the United Kingdom of Sobektar I am the Croc of this great city. Please allow me to escort you to the treasury, where we keep Mulicator and the staronium isotope. I thought you were a visitor, they are very keen to see the great hall and sometimes try to sneak a peek at the throne. Your jumpsuits had