GETTING THEM OUT OF THE WAY
By: Gerald A. Polley

The Ancient One didn't need any problems! He had enough! God The Father saying that He wanted him to gather his people out of their bodies and replace them with His and go to those races in the stars that had promised them homes was creating chaos in The Afterlife. It was very rare that The Ancient One ever denied God's wishes, but this time he had steadfastly refused!
"We will not abandon Our children!" he insisted. "We will stay until the last one succumbs to eternal death. Only then will We depart. I understand Your pain, Blessed One, that You have been so betrayed and every bargain You make is forsaken. But We cannot do that! As long as there is a chance We will fight, it is Our way."
"If only," God The Father answered, "man appreciated your great love! But have you noticed those that you are beginning to evacuate are being photographed more and more? Had you not better get that situation under control?" "Yes," The Ancient One agreed. "I will go and do that right now, Father Of This World. Understand I mean no disrespect. I will do almost anything You ask me to, we will give our mortal existences for You, but We will not abandon Our children!"
"I understand," God answered, "and I praise you for your love, Demetrius, even though you swear you have none."
The Ancient One laughed, and quickly left The Holiest Of All. Gathering his female companion he flew to a place not far from where he lived and entered an abandoned mine. At its bottom was a passage that was not made by man. It led into a great chamber where many were gathered. As he and his companion made their way through it those there bowed politely, to them. The Ancient One came up to their leader who was seated at a table and giving instructions to people.
"Oh, The Father Of Fathers!" the man cried. "I know, I know! Our people are exposing themselves, are getting caught on these video cameras. But many are desperate to have one last look at some of their children who did not inherit our abilities to move through the ground and are living among men. Are you positively sure that none of our talents will ever manifest themselves in any of their descendants?"
"Perhaps some tiny amount," The Ancient One answered, "they may be able to manipulate small objects, change the shape of things, but they will never develop your abilities to compress matter and travel through solid stone as we travel through water. Are all the passageways to Europe and South America closed?"
"Yes," The King Of Trolls answered. "And virtually all in the northeast and, the west. Only those in this region are still active. And as more of our people leave all the chambers are being sealed and the passages closed. But we are finidng that rock that has been compressed for thousands of years is slow to take on its original form. It may be a hundred years or more before some of the chambers are completely refilled."
"It doesn't matter," The Ancient One answered. "How are your people responding to their new worlds?"
"They love them!" the troll answered. "To have people that we do not have to hide from, to negotiate openly for wives to bear our sons, to have people visit us and enjoy our entertainment, to have food from the surface without having to steal it! And the labors they ask us to do are simple for us. It is so nice to be an open part of a world!"
"Good!" The Ancient One praised, 'Good! I am so glad this project is going so well. I wish your people could've remained here forever, but it was just becoming too dangerous."
There was a murmor from those in the chamber. The Ancient One turned to see several Mora, the people who the tabloids call The Grays, entering the chamber. The Ancient One looked at one who had very human features. When it saw him it hurried away from the others and came over. The Ancient One took his head in his hands and put his forhead to his. "Greetings Demetrius!" he cried.
"So good to see you! Is your mother well?"
"She is well indeed, father," the Mora answered, "She sends her regards. Though she has had many other children, she remembers the joy of carrying me with fondness because of him that fulfilled her."
The Ancient One smiled. "That your people have given you charge of this relocation project," he continued, "pleases me. Greet your stepmother and I would like to go with this group and watch them board the ships."
"Yes, father!" The Mora answered. He greeted The Ancient One's companion then The Ancient One went up with the parties and watched them board the shuttles. The King Of The Trolls went with him.
"It will be so hard," The King remarked, "in another three months or so, to be the last one to board a ship, to say good bye to this world where we came into existence. I know it is for the best, but we will miss our brothers and sisters, and we will pray every day that you succeed and save them."
"We will need every prayer," The Ancient One answered, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder, "we will need every one! Got to go. Too many things to do, and not enough people to do them."
"I wish we could help," The King Of The Trolls moaned.
"You are helping," The Ancient One assured, "by getting out of harm's way so We don't have to protect you. But keep your people under cover!" "I will!" The King assured, "I will!"
The Ancient One and his companion soared away. "Bad times!" The King Of The Trolls moaned, "Bad times!"

THE END

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