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Trinity, Planet Alera, Mytikas City, Transport Room
I staggered on the transport pad as the cold faded from my bones, the pinprick pain of dead limbs coming back to life making me want to curl up in a ball and cry. Glancing at Faith and Destiny, I could tell they were having the same miserable sensations.
“Okay?” I asked.
They nodded, wiggled their arms, rolled their heads in circles to loosen their neck muscles.
The transport room looked just like the one on Earth, but like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, we weren’t in Kansas anymore. Yet the Aleran males in front of us were definitely not Munchkins. They were big. Not Atlan big like the guard on Earth, but they gave lumberjacks a run for their money.
Grim gazes of six Aleran males stared at us.
“Welcome to Alera,” one of them said.
