Chapter 33

Amelia watched the blonde woman, and the three men file out. The last man looked over his shoulder as he passed under the door, his eyes meeting hers expectantly. We will seek freedom together. The war is not over, the enemy has merely changed. Had it really? Or had it simply multiplied? Freedom. What was freedom? Was there such a thing for people with the abilities she possessed? She was a captive of Rikash s people now, in body, but she had been a captive of the spirit for much longer, a survivor of, an agent of, and a refugee of discrimination, long before Rikash s people had arrived. A hundred years before it had been division by skin colour, hair colour, wealth. In the last sixty years, since the discovery of abilities like her own, it had been those that possessed them against those that did not. The first had considerable power, the second numbers. The war that had resulted had been bitter, with neighbours turning against neighbour, family against family, parent a