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of action.
    I’d better go; the Elders obviously have a
lot on their plate, thought Morf, preparing to quietly leave.
    “Morf!” Alton’s voice caught him at the
door. “You would be wise to stay with Ulan. And at dawn, come back
here.”
    Morf nodded obediently, as the full meaning of what
Alton had just said penetrated his mind. The Supreme Elder was
asking him to become a member of the Elder Council!
    He accompanied Elder Ulan to Sector No. 5,
still not fully believing the turn of events. On the way, the Elder
explained what was to be done. Like all other Elders, Ulan wore
around his neck a piece of the Lemurian Crystalline Engine as the
sign of his supreme power. The Elder Lemurian crystals were attuned
to the same frequency and were used to send direct telepathic
communications to each other. Each village Head in turn wore a
smaller peace of the Lemurian crystal. These smaller pieces were
chipped off the Elder crystals and were attuned to their energy.
These were used by Elders for telepathic communication with village
Heads.
    When they reached Ulan’s hut, the Elder
touched his crystal and within minutes five village Heads appeared
at the door.
    “I have very important news, which will
affect the future of our people,” Ulan addressed the village Heads,
adding in response to their curious glances, “Morf is here at the
request of the Supreme Elder Alton. He will participate in our
discussion.”
    After that, Ulan relayed the whole story of
the appearance of the Sacred Goddess Mu, her offer to save the
Uglies, and the Elders’ decision to stay behind.
    “I will stay, too,” said one of the village
Heads.
    “Me too.”
    “And I.”
    All five village Heads volunteered to stay
behind to help Catharsians, while letting their people go to the
new land of happiness.
    Morf was starting to get really worried. If
ALL of them stayed, who would be guiding the Lemurians in time of
need?
    “Wait,” he said, “you can’t all stay! You
are leaving us without any leadership. Who will be guiding us in
the new land?”
    All five village Heads exchanged a glance
with Ulan, comprehension dawning in their eyes.
    “Don’t worry, Morf,” said Enana, who was the
head of his native village, “it is time for new leadership, which
will appear soon.”
    “New leadership? But who…”
    “You’ll see,” murmured Ulan
mysteriously.
    All five village Heads dispersed to their
respective villages to advise their people of the developments. It
was decided that they would reconvene at Ulan’s hut in two hours
with a final decision from each village on who would stay and who
would go. Morf had an urge to run back home in order to be with his
mother and father in this time of trial. He so wanted to hold his
mother’s hand, to reassure his parents, to tell them that they
could lean on him, that they didn’t need to worry about anything in
the unknown world they’d be heading to because he would provide for
them.
    But he couldn’t. His orders were to stay
with Ulan, and besides, he was really curious to see what the Elder
would do next. Without realizing it, Morf became Ulan’s apprentice,
absorbing his moves, attitudes, even his thought process.
    Ulan gave Morf an encouraging smile and sat
down in the hut’s corner to pray and meditate. Morf sat next to
him, but his thoughts wouldn’t let him concentrate on his prayer.
Who was this mysterious new leader the Elders kept talking about?
And where would he come from? Would Goddess Mu send them this new
leader? After all, she promised them salvation. And she was the
all-powerful Goddess. His thoughts began dissolving as he drifted
off to sleep.
    Morf awoke with a start as Ulan got up, murmuring
under his breath, “Time to wake her up.” He paused by the small
room where his twelve-year-old daughter slept, and Morf noticed
that his lip trembled. But he shook off the momentary weakness and
proceeded to the bedroom to wake up his wife.
    Morf sat, listening. First, he heard