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start investigating the wreckage, then transporting the remains away. That
would close his window of opportunity; once they arrived, there'd be no way
for him to get into the wormhole undetected.

He was still out of sensor range, but could see the tiny dot of DS9 on the
viewscreen, and even imagined that he could see the cloud of destruction that
billowed near the station, an invisible aura of hazardous energy studded with
great, ragged pieces of the Aldebaran.

Although there were at least seven ship remnants large enough for what he had
planned, there were only two that seemed to be on a trajectory that would
trigger the wormhole. Jake meant to ease in behind one of them, carefully
keeping it between him and the station as he fired a couple of lowpower
thruster bursts to help it along, low enough that the radiation should cloak
him completely. The Klingon patrol ship, the Tcha'voth, might spot some of the
energy bleed, but they were guarding against attack from the Gamma Quadrant;
they'd go with the station's assessment in the end, because the bleed

would dissipate too fast to be coming from a cloaked ship. A frag trigger
explained things nicely. And then I'll find him. I'll find him and bring him

home.

The thought gave him flutters of anxious hope. He knew the prophecy almost by
heart, of course, but it was a comfort to see it, to hold it in his hands;
keeping an eye on the Venture's careful progress, Jake reached down into his
bag and pulled out the small bundle that Istani Reyla had given to him. It
seemed like a million years ago, but it had been less than a weekЧand the
prylar had been killed only days after their meeting, a fact that Jake still
hadn't fully digested. He focused instead on the ancient page of writing that
he unwrapped, that told him what he

had to do.

Jake traced the symbols of the dead language, the words of the translation
clear in his mind, the parchment waxy and soft beneath his trembling fingers.

A Herald, unforgotten but lost to time and removed from sight, a Seer of
Visions to whom the Teacher Prophets sing, will return from the Temple at the
end of this time to attend the birth of New Hope, the Infant Avatar. The
welcomed Herald shares a new understanding of the Temple with all the land's
children. Conceived by lights of war, the alien Avatar opens its eyes upon a
waxing tide of Awareness.

The journey to the land hides, but is difficult; prophecies are revealed and
hidden. The first child, a son, enters the Temple alone. With the Herald, he
returns, and soon after, the

Avatar is bom. A new breath is drawn and the land rejoices in change and
clarity.