Myrlene heard the crying in the living room and curled up tight against Tinn. She whispered to her wolf stuffie.

"Why does momma and dad suffer so much? Why can't the mean world leave them be. If I can find a way to make them happy, I will. I am a brave girl, and everyone keeps telling me I am special."

Then she heard her parents utter the words "You're Dying." she heard mom cry more, but dad sounded as if someone took his favorite toy and broke it. Myrlene started crying too, but it was a quiet cry. One of sorrow from what was happening, not just a response to the energy she felt.

That week a lot of things happened that were odd. Dad kept watching momma like a hawk. He wouldn't leave her for very long. He kept doing medical tests on her, holding her paws, and stroking her hair. She saw them kissing more and staring into each others eyes.

At the Whisper Paws Clinic, where she was assisting dad, he would spend a lot of hours in the lab staring at screens. She heard a lot of words and questions asked out loud to no one about Cloning and DNA. She didn't quite understand the words, but she knew the DNA was being bad and hurting mom. What scared her though, was that dad would look at her, and then right through her at nothing. He didn't sleep either.

Momma was scarier. She stayed in her bedroom now. She didn't go out unless she had to. She would just lay in bed and cry from pain. She would cough a lot too. Even though she was scary like this, she always smile when I would come in and set on the bed with her. She loved hearing my stories about pirates and ponies, and hug me when I told her how fast Master Pallin said I was learning the Force.

I found myself wandering the gardens of the Den, feeling a little lost and sad somehow. I knew mom was dying. The grownups thought they hid it from me, but I am not a dumb girl. When I wasn't learning from Master Pallin, the gardens were my friend. Then one day I decided to go down a trail I saw dad walk when the icky virus came and everyone got shots. I found a even bigger garden with cool things inside. But it had a fence and a gate that was locked. I just flew over it.

There were lots of soul gems everywhere. And they all talked to me. So many were sad, a few angry, but two were happy when I talked to them. One was named Foxie, and the other was named Nugget. They were healers from the old world of Lupinoss. They weren't part of the mean ones. They were trying to help others when Fleet and Fen were too busy. The virus killed them quickly. They could see I was unhappy every time I snuck in to play.

I told them why, and that mom was sick. The asked me lots of questions like dad does with patient. After a while they told me what they thought was wrong. Told me that magic could cure her, but how or what type they didn't know. The would just smile and say that I was smart and would figure it out.

They were right. Last night, I was with mom in the Red Dragon Inn. She finally felt better and wanted to go out. Of course when we got there she started to feel bad, but I kept getting her drinks, and even remember the tea dad said would help her when started coughing too much. She was so happy to see me taking care of her. Her smile was gentle, but it also looked sad. Those smile made want to have something from her that was special to keep when she died. I asked her to teach me alchemy.

She told me how alchemy worked, that there was more than just magic in alchemy. She showed me a cool circle called a wish circle that would grant my desires if I could draw my desire simply in the circle. That was my chance! Maybe alchemy would make mom better. I drew the circle, then I drew a picture of DNA that I saw on dads screen. I drew some wolves, a human who looked like Anya, a dog, and werewolf. Anya told me to add a little cross to the DNA.

Then I drew some lungs form a textbook at the clinic. Then the word pain and a no circle on it. Mommy looked scared when I made the alchemy array and wanted to stop me from touching it. I didn't listen and touched it anyways. The symbol turned completely black and my paws glowed with black mist.

I heard mom cough and gasp for air. When I looked she was falling off the stool. I caught her, but my paws went through her body. I was scared and didn't want to move. I felt her heart and lungs in my paws. Anya was scared to, but told me to pull my paws out slowly. Something grabbed them, and didn't want to let go. Anya touched mom and used her magic, and the thing stopped holding my paws. I pulled them out and something black and icky was in my paws.

Anya had me toss it in the fire and wash my paws. I felt sick, and tired. I only remember curling up by the sink wanting Tinn. Now I am back in my bed. Mom stroked my hair and sung me a lullaby. She hadn't sung since she was sick. She even sounded better when she breathed. Maybe I did help her? I don't know. I fell into dream land and was attacking pirates left and right on my magical flying wolf steed Tinn.

Myrlene sat in the small Laboratory that Ammy had in their house. She watched mom work on different chemicals, play with all kinds of equipment, and even smile though she looked tired. Mom wanted her to be in the lab today. So she sat on the fluffy sleeping pillow in the corner and watched.

Mom stopped after a bit and waved her over to a work bench. She smiled as Myrlene climbed onto a stool.

"Now then, Lene, we only got to do lesson 1 of your alchemy training before I got sick. Lets get to lesson 2 now."

"Okay mom. How are you feeling today?" she asked.

"Tired, but fine. I haven't been coughing as much. I do feel stabbing pains in my body once in a while but I haven't had an episode in a while. Now then, we talked about using symbols to focus and direct you own soul energy into a wish. This is something good to know when you don't have any material to build something with. However, alchemy is not all magic. It is actually the birth of science." Mom left the table and brought some vials and a few glass dishes.

Myrlene looked at them in awe and listened to mom as she explained what different basic chemicals could do, and how tiny shaving of metal could react to energy. She was a little frightened when mom told her about some ingredients that can explode and burn you really bad.

"Knowing these things will keep you safe and also help when you need them. To show you what I mean, I have nethacite powder I made when I was 19." Mom popped open a small sphere and dumped white, silver powder into a dish for me to look at.

I could feel it draw in energy around the room and I saw the magic flow into it. "Cool!"

Mom just smiled at me.

"Nethacite powder is a secret recipe only I know how to make, and I think it is high time my daughter caries on the knowledge. This is what it is made of......"

Months have passed since Myrlene stepped into Ammy's library. Today, found her opening the door to it, and stepping in. The large table in in the center of the room still held the pile of books that were studied looking for an alchemical cure for Ammy's illness. The illness was beaten, but death still took Ammy in battle.

Ammy stepped out of the soul gem on Myrlenes head band and wafted around the library with fondness. She kept an eye on Myrlene as her ghostly paws ran over the old books on the shelves. She still remembered how she ripped the library straight of Central during the war and transported it here.

Noting Myrlene was filing books back and pulling new ones. The new ones had caught her interest. Chimaera and Me, The Chimaeran Anatomy, Transmutational Flesh and After Effects, and The Gate. This did not bode well. Ammy softly landed on the table by Myrlene. What are you up to, my daughter? She thought.

Tapping the green river of Force swirling around her she tried to communicate by Force mind speak. *Lene, why have you pulled these books out? Are you trying to create life?*

Lene looked around and touched her head with her paw as she felt something trying to push in. She remembered what Anya had said about Mom trying to reach her. She laid the books aside, sat on the floor and went to meditation mode.

Ammy felt a shield drop on Lene, and she tried to reach her daughter again. *Lene? Can you hear me?*

Lene heard mom loud and clear and her eyes snapped open. Gray eyes saw something hovering in front of her that took shape in a few seconds. Ammy was standing there, a few inches off the floor in front of her. "I can hear and see you mom."

Ammy smiled. Finally she had reached her daughter. *What is with the Chimaera books? Thinking about making a body for me?*

Lene looked at the books on the table. "That was the thought. Dad has lost his mind from your death, and tending to him is driving me to that end as well. We need you back mom."

Ammy smiled sadly and nodded. *I know, dear one. I know. Anya has a body for me she was growing since my illness days. It is nearing completion. Talk with Anya and see if you can help.* She wafted over to the table and ghostly paws went through the books.

*Magic and alchemy can not bring a person back. I am not even sure this clone will work. Meddling with death is a dangerous affair.* as if to emphasize this, she flitted over to a shelf and pointed to a book.

Lene stood and pulled it out. The cover read Alfons and Edward Elrich, The Radical Alchemists and Their Price. She flipped the book open and skimmed through it. Every page was chalked full of their personal accounts in life and one theme ran through them all. They had regretted trying to bring back the dead and the loss of their bodies or health from the effects.

Lene looked up to Ammy. "But you said Anya has a clone body growing for you? It's not alchemy, so it's safe right?"

Ammy sighed a bit. *Lene, science is Alchemies daughter. They are very similar. Now if Anya was trying to grow a clone and bring it to life, it wouldn't happen, because it possesses no soul. The body she has for me may work, since I will try to inhabit it. But I am not sure how to.*

Lene rubbed her chin for a bit. Gray eyes took on the glint Ammy's used to when puzzling something out. "If it has to do with life and death, and bringing you back from the dead, someone may know how, and I have 3 in mind."

*Really? Who?*

"Sivannah, Mokksha, or Fen, dad would have been my fourth choice, but... his memories are still tangled in thorns."

Ammy smiled a bit. *Well done. Speak with them and Anya to see how to put me into the new body. I can leave the soul gem for a short time, but I start to fade if I push too much or try to communicate too often.*

Lene nodded but looked around. "Yet you seem strong here?"

Ammy nodded. *A lot of my soul energy has settled into this room. I did a lot of study and thinking here. You could say, it's my grounding.*

Lene nodded again. "Well I'll put these books back for now. Do you want me to modify my cell phone so you can ghost text me?"

Ammy looked surprised. *You can do that?*

Lene just smiled. "I am your daughter. I'll even make it so you can speak from the soul gem and not use up a lot of energy okay?"

Ammy smiled broadly. *Very well Lene. Very well.*

A portal crackled open in the pocket dimension of the Twilight island, 40 feet above the water. Something with metalic blue feathers glided out of it and shot straight into the water. The portal closed. A small surge in magical energy and Fleet burst from the water in a stream of water and dived back into the water.

He broke the surface of the lagoon again and looked around a moment. Something was in his muzzle. He dove back under again. Soon Fleet resurfaced and swam for shore.He walked up the shallows of the lagoon, wearing nothing but his fur and his prostethic limbs. A fish net bag slung over his shoulder. He shook his mane out and made for a fire pit.

Fleet tossed the fish net bag on the sand and shook his body completely pooffing out some like a he'd been thrown in a drier. He slit open the air and stuck his metal paw into the rift and pulled out a pot, knives, assorted vials and bottles, and his personal tome. Items retrieved, he closed the rift, sat on the sand, damp and wet. He laid the breathing system aside and began building a fire for the pot. Pot and fire set, he began working runes in the air around the pot whipering ancient lupesh and manifested pure water in the pot. Then he opened the fish net bag and withdrew one of several live starfish. He dismembered it deftly with an obsidian blade, dropping each piece into the pot and whispering another incantation with each plop of a starfish part.

The noise of music and voices came from a party a ways down the shore. Bad timing on his part. He threw up a black out shield that concealed what he did and what he said, continuing to work, not wishing to disturb the party, or attact unwanted attention. Fleet finished cubing up the 5 starfish he had acquired and switched to a separate set of incantations as he began dicing rainbow eels. The pot began to bubble red from the blood of the starfish and eels.

Once the eels were cubed he looked about. Much activity tonight as the party grew. He would need to move on for the next few steps. A whispered spell from his muzzle and he vanished with everything. His teleport spell brought to the kitchen right next to the stove. He grinned, not having lost his touch. He rubbed the red soul gem around his neck, and placed the pot he was using onto the stove and reworked the previous runes in the air. Festivities on the island would impart erratic energy to this potion he brewed.

Setting vial and bottles on the counter near the pot, he hefted the fish net bag up as well. More reagents were still to be used. He pulled out moon fish and began disecting the fish out removing key pieces. He was still only in his damp fur that now had sand from the islands beach all over him.

"Soon, Ammy. Soon. If you really wish to be alive again, this potion will do it." he flipped open his personal tome and began double checking a few directions.

Fleet worked away at the concoction in the kitchen. Liver, lungs, heart, and brain of the moon fish go into the pot. He added the backbone of the fish as well, whole. His deftness with the obsidian blade coming from his medical skills. Moon fish now gutted and parted of its vital reagents, he tossed the rest of it into the garbage. No one would eat it. The flesh was full of hallucinogens and carcinogens. Eat the moon fish and you'll end up on the darkside of the moon for sure. Checking his tome again he pulled 3 vials out, red, orange, and black and dolloped 5 drops each. He replaced the vials and stirred the pot.

He muttered a few more incantations and stirred counterclock wise now. The brew shifted from blood red to pitch black. Fleet picked up a bottle of granules that looked like gun powder and added the whole bottle to the pot, stirring it in. He whacked the pot on the side and a slight whump! was heard as it rumbled from the clang. Next he pulled out the last item of live reagents from the fish net bag. He stabbed a silver seahorse and left it in the pot to drown, it's green blood mixing with the brew and turning it an icy white color. A grin alighted that old and graying muzzle. He now added a few dried reagents from several jars. Powdered unicorn horn, ashed fire glo weed, crushed phoneix feathers, dried tears of one angel, and the shavings from the crown of thorns. He stirred more. The icey white warmed to a glowing orange, then pulsed into an ice blue that was clear as glass and glowed of its own life. Almost ready.

"Now then, to make the Drought of Life active. What is live must be shed to bring to life the dead." A clean obsidian dagger was drug across his for arm. It would not do well to have other think he was trying suicide again. He let his blood fall into the pot. Glistening maroon gems splashed in the liquid shifting the color to brilliant green. ~What is mine is now thine. What though touchest shall live again. By the blood of a deity, so shall you rise, ye who drinks of this draught.~ he whispered

Fleet stirred the pot more. The pot glowed and resonated with creation energy. It would waft out of the pot, through the kitchen and out from under the kitchen door. It was potent magic. deity magic of ancient kind. Pure, raw, and electric. Done stirring and the potion finished, he stepped to the side and washed the fresh slash on his fore arm. Wound washed, he wrapped clean bandaging around the arms cut. He went back to the pot, and began funneling the drought into 5 dark glass flasks. They each had a rune on them and the glowing green liquid was muted and dark in the flasks. Drought now bottled. He stored the pot and reagents back into the rift.

Sealing all 5 flasks, he places 4 of them in the rift as well, sealing them away. The one he kept, he spoke a few incantations of lupesh and the bottle shrunk. He hung it next to Ammy's soul gem. He walked to the kitchen door and walked out into the common room. Fur was drying, nothing else on and sat on a bar stool and wafted a cool soda over to him. Sipping, he let himself air dry.

Fleet picked up his soda he walked out of the Inn. Fur glistening whitish gray as he stood on the porch, just in his floof. He looked up at the stars and muttered something silently. Just his muzzle moving.

Mokksha rocked back and forth on the swing, turning her head at the sound of the door opening, saw who was where and what he was not wearing, turned red and quickly looked away:::: uhh.....hiya fleet

He glanced over to Mokksha and smiled warmly, walking over to her. In the night, with all the fur, nothing private would be seen. "How are you Mokksha?'

It wasn't what she could or could not see, it was that she could see how much the color of his fur had.....aged...and she hated thinking of what it meant::::: tired, always tired of late.....you?

Fleet sat on the porch swing next to her and just smiled some more. "Doing well. Mind is back together. Mate is calling for me on the other side. Cooking up magic. Would you like a pick me up?" he offered to touch her and sipped his soda.

Mokksha sighed softly:::: no......thank you for the offer, but no.......it was overdoing things like that before that helped get us all where we ended up of late.....so......Ammy, you can hear her even without Lene's phone thing?

"Once I knew she was asking for me. She helped me pull my mind back together." his ears flicked back and to the sides a little at the mention of Lene. Being around Fen, Mokksha may recognize that body language as one of deep concern. "With out our giving spirits though, where would we all be?" he asked softly. "Would you like me to call Fen and arange for him to have time off?"

Mokksha saw the ears, she knew what it meant, oh how many times had Fen done that since their marriage and even before, whenever she had gotten herself into one scrape or another::: you are right Fleet, i guess i am just feeling down because i am soo worried about all of you, and i feel like i should be able to be like Ammy was and be the mommy and i am just not good enough at it, even at being an aunty. ::::she settled back into the swing and looked at Fleet slightly shamefacedly:::

"Lene is her own girl. She's ill currently. Anya is checking her out. Ammy's soul gem was running off of Lene's soul energy. With Lupinoss destroyed, all of us who draw off our souls for magic risk becoming as ill as Lene has. Our soul links have been cut. I am looking for a new source for us to link to." he put his gray furred arm around Mokksha for a moment. "And you need to stop worrying so much. Life happens. And when it goes wrong, some get ideas and go making potions."

She nods and reached out her hand to clasp fleet's furred paw around her shoulder, smiling weakly before murmuring::: see i was soo busy in pediatrics i didn't even see lene getting ill....as for a source, use me as your channel to the force. i may not be a powerful user, but i am alive, so you can at least work through me, at least until i drop dead one day ::::she added an ironic snort::

"No more deaths on my watch." is all he said. "I am looking into the lores of the lunar magic here in rhydin. Being our nature is canid, it would be a fitting new source to link our souls too. Lene's illness, as much as it pains me, is not our fault, or Ammys. She used alchemy to start raising the den and that is what has horrbily depleted her. With help form Anya, and no magic casting for some time, she will recover. But she must go through the trial alone. She must learn from it."

Mokksha nodded, hrrrrming softly and added:::: the offer still stands, if there is a crisis and you need me, use me, we've had mindspeech so the link is already there.

Fleet nodded to Mokkie. "You will be needed for sure to help Ammy find her way past the gate of death. I have just finished a powerful and ancient life binding drought. Once the clone body has drunk of it, Ammy's soul can merge with it. I have warned her though, the gate keeper will expect a toll. What it will want is never the same."

Mokksha nodded firmly:::: i will be glad to help, and as for the gate of death, i might have some sway there too...

"Be careful Mokksha. The keepers of Death and Life often don't like being meddled with. If you believe Kali can be of use, then so be it. Just be careful. I have hurt Fen once already by killing Ammy, he would kill me if anything happened to you."

Mokksha nodded, murmuring gravely:::: i know.

Another slow nod. "Does my fur color worry you so much?" it was a shot in the dark question.

She flinched and murmured:::: you don't look like you did when i first knew you and it is too soon to be so....silvered and grey this much....it would be as if my hair had turned white as snow since then....it frightens me.

"Well Mokksha, I am over 360. I am the oldest living lupinossi now. And with my soul link gone with my realm, my deity powers are fading until I find a new link."

Mokksha stammering:::: that is just it....deities are not supposed to get old or lose their powers......fleet if i offered a sacrifice to your soul, would you get your power and strength back?

Fleet looked to Mokksha. "My powers do not run along that course Mokksha. I am sorry. Pure energy is what I need. I just need to get find the link to harness the moons natural magic. Do you know of any?"

"You could offer a sacrifice to the moon goddess?"

"Moon Goddess." he thought for a moment. "Do you know this goddess?"

"Not personally and it depends what pantheon you follow too."

He thought a moment. "I am not sure how well another goddess will take to a deity asking to share power, but it may be our best chance."

"I could ask for you....."

Fleet's ice blue eyes glowed a moment as he looked to Mokksha. "You are truly one of a kind, Mokki. I don't know anyone else who has sacrificed so much for people not of her kind."

Mokksha snorted::: not of my kind......you and i may not be the same species, but in our souls we are the same, we can never return to where we were born, nor would we want to as things are now.

Fleet looked out to the stars for a moment. "I need to go and tend my daughter. Make sure her and her boyfriend are both healing well."

"Oh gods, i'd better come....i was the one who said it was ok for them to date.......i need to apologize to him now, i told him they wouldn't have any problems."

He stood and offered a gray furred arm to Mokksha. "Care to walk home with a fluffy old wolf." he winked.

She grinned:::: always...:::she tucked her box of chocolates under her arm::::

He took Mokksha's arm gently and stepped away from the porch. Being the street was lighter, his fur was covered in his lab coat and scrubs again. he'd shower to get the sand out of all of those odd places.

She leaned on her adopted unclebrother's arm and let him lead the way home:::

Fleet woke when he heard Ammy whisper to him. He nodded half asleep and when he woke the next day, he went to Ammy's Lab in Whisper Paws Clinic and began setting things up to bring her back to life. Something was brewing that would sweep a lot of people up in a storm of doubt and fear. The Den would need every rally point and hero possible.

Mokksha's pager had gone off while she was making breakfast for Fen and herself and packing lunches too. She looked at the message and called out to her husband. "Fen, dearling, Street just sent a message. He's in Ammy's lab. I've got to go....it's time to start trying to......." She trailed off, she didn't want to say it out loud and maybe invite the attentions of evil spirits or malignant gods or whatever. She had promised Lene, and Fleet and even Ammy herself that she would help as best she could. So she headed over to the clinic, ready to extend her healing powers, her experience with passing thru the barrier of life and not life, thanks to her former priestesshood with Kali and even offer her heart's love and part of her soul if she had to. Ammy was family, and you never quit trying to help family. Not ever.

Lene's cell phone went off and woke her up. Paw clumsily felt for the phone, Mogriils snoring was heard next to her. He was under the covers with her for the first time in weeks. She found the vibrating, noisy cell phone and flicked it open. A message was on it. Punching it up Lene read the message.

~Lene, meet me in your mothers lab. We have her body now. Time for Project A.M.M.Y. Genesis to begin. Have paged Mokksha already. I know your tired and weak, but we need someone who knows the equipment like you do. Leave Mog at home.

Dad~

She snapped the cell phone shut and groaned a little. She laid back in bed and looked over to Mog. She leaned over and kissed his scarred face, then slipped out of the bed and got some clothes on. She left a note for Mog that she was at the Whisper Paw Clinics helping in Ammy's Lab doing some test and to wait at home for her.

Soon Lene was at the lab walking through the door and she paused in the middle of the lab as she saw the body floating in the stasis tank. Fleet was adjusting equipment and he was hosting something huge into place. It was a large lens that radiated magic energy. Lene walked up to Fleet and looked at the body. It looked like mom alright, but would it still be mom?

She followed Fleet's instructions and worked on a few things and even waved at Mokksha and Arca. Deep inside though, she was waging war with the feelings of loss of mom, and the possibility of getting her back. Was it right? Was it wrong?

After a day of double checking everything on the stasis tank, and with soul lens, Fleet stepped into place. He was 4 feet from the huge crystalline lens and he focused on his task. He would need to barrage the lens with enough power to shunt Ammy's soul into the body without cracking the lens or burning out the soul gem. He took a breath.

Lene stood to the side a safe distance and behind a workbench were she and Mokksha could duck behind if anything blew. Goggles were on over her eyes and she gave the thumbs up to Fleet as she held Mokksha's hand.

Fleet nodded and tapped the coursing spark of lightning in his soul. The new magic was something one had to get used to as it was very addicting and very powerful. Reaching into the ecstatic energy he let the lighting flow over him and his arms. His blue eyes sparked as he looked at the lens.

Come on Fleet ol' boy. Do this right, and Ammy is back among. Do it wrong, and well...remember the burnt children you helped. The body will be just ash in the stasis matrix fluid. No pressure huh.

"Ammy, brace yourself, your about to be reborn. Uuliiuum Traansmuun Iinniilii Spaarrii Soolnii." Fleet spoke.

Lightning cracked from his paws and arced for the lens hungrily. The air was thick with ozone. The soul lens shrieked as the lightning hit, but it didn't crack. It glowed with life, pulsing blue as the energy fed into it. A pinprick of violet light built up in intensity at its center. With a loud snap, a beam of violet light pulsed from the lens and into Ammy's soul gem. The beam split in two and illuminated the clones head and heart in the tank. The beam pulsed with red beads along it like a string of pearls. The soul was carried from gem to body.

At that point, Lene raced for the console of the tank and hit the feed button to inject the Drought of Life into the stasis matrix gel. The clear gel turned bright, fluorescent green. A red aura appeared around the body as the soul entered it and begin to seep out like a sponge. The green liquid kept it from escaping and slowly pushed the soul back into the body and actually seeped in as well.

Ammy's clone body was now pulsing green as the potion took hold and her soul was now anchored to the body. Fleet stopped pumping magic into the lens. With the power fading the lens cracked and crumbled to sand. Fleet was dropped to his knees panting. It took a lot out of him, but with the new magic he had, he could feel himself recharging quickly.

It was time for the hardest part. Deaths gate and the price to bring a soul back.

Fleet stood up painfully from his crouch. His body was still recovering from the energy spent. Lene came over to help him walk to a chair to sit. He looked to Lene for a moment.

"It is time for me to travel to the Gate of Life and Death. Your mother will be on the Death side, and will have to find a way to get through."

"Let me come with you please?" Lene begged.

Fleet shook his head slowly. "Your body is still too weak to handle the travel to the gate. Don't worry so much. Your Aunt Mokkie will be coming with me. We are hoping a distant acquaintance will be able to help."

Lene nodded slowly, tears starting to appear on her cheek. She really wanted to help and not just sit and watch. But watch she must. Fleet hugged Lene close, as if he was hugging her for the last time. When one traveled to the gate, dying there was a large possibility.

Releasing Lene, Fleet sat back and gathered his focus. Slowing his heart rate and breathing, his soul left his body in the chair, a sleeping husk. He was on the Between plain and saw a gate in the distance. He walked for the gate.

Fleet woke from his astral walk. He was breathing with relief that the ordeal was not difficult, though he hoped Ammy would be able to live with the price. Standing up and stretching he hugged Lene who was standing by him like a sponge.

"We have her back Lene. Help me pull the diagnostic sensors to the tank. i want to make sure everything is sound before I open the tank."

Lene nodded and help him wheel over a large cart of equipment. Inside the tank they both saw Ammy moving and flexing muscles. She was definitely awake and aware. Attaching read out lines and firing up the cart, Fleet began full scans of Ammy's body waving to her to let her know she was doing well. When the ultrasound and x-rays were run, his suspicions were confirmed.

Ammy's body was perfectly cloned by Anya and her clinic. He looked at the pre-check scans and the post revival scans. Her barter had been manifested. Ammy was brought back to life, and the Keeper got it's payment. Ammy's new body had no uterus or ovaries. The new body was barren. Lene saw the missing organs as well and looked at Fleet.

"Is mom going to be okay?" Lene asked.

Fleet just grinned, then laughed. "She will be completely fine Lene. I will need to get her onto hormone pills for now, but the price was paid for her to come back to life. What the Keeper doesn't realize is that we can get what she paid back." He would ask Anya to clone the missing organs needed if Ammy wished. For now, he stored away the equipment and punched in the sequence to drain the tank. 30 minutes. It would take 30 minutes.

"Lene, run home and grab some clothes. Ammy is going to feel cold and most likely would love to have some dignity again." Fleet smiled.

Lene left the lab and raced home. Opening the closet in her parents room she looked for mothers clothing. Digging through the boxes and trunk, she found some, threw them in a back back and ran back to the clinic. As she got back into the lab, Fleet was just opening the door on the tank.

Ammy stepped out, shivering a little, and wet. Fur clung everywhere and her red, curly, waist long hair clung to her body as well. Bright green eyes looked about in familiarity and she smiled at Fleet, Lene, and Mokkie. Lene hurried up and handed Ammy the pack.

"Here Mom. I have some clothes for you."

Ammy took the pack, knelt down and hugged Lene tightly. Then she stood and walked to the restroom and closed the door. Fleet and Lene hugged each other and waited for Ammy to finish dressing. Ammy stepped out of of the restroom in an odd blue bolt of fabric tied over her chest and a purple kulat/ sash bottom. A name tag reading Ammy was on the blue fabric.

Ammy just grinned seeing Fleet and Lene look at her in awe. "It was something I was going to wear before I died. Thank you Lene for choosing. Now, I could use a hug from both of you and something to eat. I am starving."