The Tower of Power (Static Version)

Place: The Bermuda Triangle Time: 20 Minutes before Hurricane Megan hit!

Hayden stood in front of the digital movie camera as the director instructed her to act out the commercial she was filming. She was dressed like a Roman Goddess: White toga that exposed the belly button, pleated ultra-short mini-skirt, leather sandals, golden armbands and bracelets, a gold necklace, and a headpiece that was reminiscent of what a Viking Princess might have worn.

Hayden Birch was a Latina with long dark hair, brown eyes, and a slightly tan complexion. She was twenty, and was at the top of her game. Her closest friends were the titans of the acting profession, stars who could pick and choose from the best directors in Hollywood. Her agent had accompanied her to this shoot, and he ran up to her to giver her some bad news.

"Hayden! I just talked to the hotel staff, and they told me you can't have alcohol in your room because you're under twenty-one!!"

"Can't you smuggle in some Jose Cuervo?" Hayden asked angrily.

"My hands are tied! You're just going to have to go without the booze for this shoot!"

"I never wanted to come here to begin with, and now you're telling me I can't even party? If I can't work with my demands being met, then I quit!"

"Just like that?" her agent asked. "Hayden, if you quit this job, you'll develop a bad reputation!"

Hayden was already gone before he could finish his sentence. She ran down to the boat dock, and untied the rope from one of the boats.

"I can drive this boat myself back to Florida!" Hayden fumed. What she failed to realize was that hurricane Megan was fast approaching, and a boat was the last place anyone should be!

Her agent ran down to the dock as the boat took off, piloted by Hayden. "Hayden!" he yelled in vain. "It's not safe!"

But Hayden was out of earshot by that time. Once her boat was surrounded by water and she couldn't see land, she knew she was in trouble. Storm clouds covered the sky.

"Maybe I can steer back to land!" Hayden said to herself, but when she looked at the compass, it started spinning in all directions. Hayden knew all the stories about the Bermuda Triangle. It had never occurred to her that it was bad luck to film a commercial there.

Less than ten minutes later, hurricane Megan was in full swing. Waves were hitting all sides of the boat with amazing force, and Hayden found it difficult to steer. Water began to fill up the interior of the boat, which only had a tarp for a roof. Just when Hayden thought the boat was going to go under, the entire boat was surrounded by a bright yellow light. When the light vanished, the hurricane was gone. The weather was still stormy, but it wasn't as bad.

Just as the boat began to sink, Hayden spotted land ahead and swam ashore. Less than one hundred yards away was a sandy beach. Hayden walked up onto land, and dropped to her knees. She turned over and laid down, grateful to have found land. She slept for several hours.

While she slept, the sun came out, and the weather got warm. A man who stood about one centimeter tall wandered onto the beach, and spotted the beached titaness. In this land, all the people were this small. The man approached Hayden.

He could see sand covering most of her upper left calf, knee, and thigh. She was wearing leather sandals of the type worn in Biblical times. The straps extended to mid-calf. At one centimeter tall, the little man was able to grab onto one of the sandal straps and climb his way up onto Hayden's ankle. Once there, he made his way up her leg, and onto her thigh.

Her legs were massive. The ivory skin of her lower thigh was covered with sand, so he avoided scraping any of it off, for fear of waking her up. He continued up and over her skirt, until he was standing near her navel. As she breathed, he moved up and down with her abdomen. He could see that this titaness could easily swallow several dozen men his size, and still have room for dessert.

Wake her up, or warn the town? If he warned everyone, it wouldn't do any good. If she was evil, there would be no escape, and victory would surely be hers. Befriend her? If he succeeded, it might guarantee that she would not destroy him. If he failed, he would suffer the same fate that he would endure if he left now to go warn the town.

He decided to befriend her, and wake her up. He gazed at her beautiful face, with the golden winged tiara she wore like an empress. He shouted at her, and nothing happened. He shouted again, and she began to stir. Was she evil? Was she friendly? His experience with titans indicated they were evil by nature. A boy and girl had invaded Microterra before the arrival of the royal family.

They had been tyrants, and had completely enslaved the Microterrans until the arrival of the normal-sized royal family of Terra, who were also tyrants. The people of his town had escaped them, and formed this new colony far from the reaches of princess Bellona. But now they were being invaded by a titaness. Was there truly no escape from their kind? Would the Microterrans never truly know freedom?

The titaness began to stir. The tiny man began pounding on her abdomen, hoping to get her attention. He succeeded. She woke up, and lifted her head to look down at her stomach, to see what was there. When she saw the man, she was incredulous.

"What on earth?" she said.

The tiny man recognized her language as the language spoken by the brother and sister who had conquered Microterra before the arrival of the royal family of Terra. Everyone had learned that language, such was the command of the two teens who had conquered them. He decided to speak to her in his own language.

"I am Bantar," he said, "Welcome to the world of Microterra! I hope to form an alliance with you, in hopes my life will be spared! If you let me live, I shall be your slave for as long as I am alive!"

Hayden sat up. Bantar tumbled from the region near her belly-button into her lap. Hayden picked him up in the palm of her right hand. "You sure are a small one," Hayden said. "Are there any more like you?"

"Yes, mighty one! I can lead you to the city! It is surrounded by a high wall, but with your colossal size, you could step right over it!"

Hayden stood up. Sand still clung to her right thigh. "I'm Hayden. Lead me to the city!" she commanded.

Bantar pointed in the direction Hayden needed to go. Within less than a minute, she could see the city. It was surrounded by a wall about three feet high, and it was about a foot thick. There were watchtowers evenly placed on top of the wall. Hayden could see a gate in the distance. It was the main gate to the city, in the center of the long wall that surrounded the tiny metropolis. Hayden marvelled at the tiny cobblestones that made up the road she walked on that led to the city gate.

As Hayden approached, men in the watchtower blew horns, and the gate doors were pulled closed. This wouldn't keep the titaness from entering the city, but psychologically, it gave the citizens the illusion that they actually had options.

By the time Hayden arrived at the gate, it was closed and bolted shut. Hayden smiled at this, and stepped over the wall. When she was on the other side of the wall, she marvelled at something else. Row after row of tiny brick dwellings, most of them no higher than her ankles. The highest of the structures reached halfway between her ankles and knees, and no higher.

"They all speak your language," Bantar informed Hayden from the palm of her hand. "We were under the dominion of a boy and girl from your world, and we learned to speak English!"

"Thank you, Bantar!" Hayden replied. "Citizens of this tiny utopia, I am Hayden Birch, your new goddess! I don't know how I got here, but from now on, I am your ruler!"

The people lost their fear of the giantess and came out of their houses. Some of the people stood on the roof of the building that was nearest to Hayden. "I want those of you on the roof to clear the sand from my leg!" Hayden commanded.

The tiny people obeyed. They couldn't reach all of it, but they were able to begin clearing the sand from her lower thigh and knee. "Bantar," Hayden asked, "what did you say the name of your people was?"

"Microterrans!" Bantar replied. "This is Microterra!"

"Since this is a tiny utopia, I'll call your tiny land Tinytopia!"

Hayden sat on the ground and scooped some of the Tinytopians off the roof and set them on her left thigh. They got to work, scraping the sand from her mighty leg. Hayden lifted Bantar into the air as they worked.

"I wonder what it would be like to swallow one of you!"

Hayden dropped Bantar into her mouth, and sealed her lips. She forced him around gently inside her mouth with her tongue, then lifted him out. Bantar was soaking wet. Bantar didn't know whether to be excited, or terrified. Was this just a playful giantess, who teased him, or was this a taste of what would come? The calm before the storm. Bantar decided to keep quiet about it, so as not to give Hayden any ideas.

"I'm hungry," Hayden informed Bantar. "Can you summon some of your people to provide me with a meal?"

Bantar stood on her open palm, near enough to the edge so that the Microterrans on the ground could see him.

"Citizens of the city of Tinytopia! We thought we had escaped the awesome wrath of the Thunder-Titans, but we have a Thunder-Goddess who dwells here among us! Revere her as our new goddess, and get to work straight-away on constructing a statue in her image, to appease her! But before you do anything else, the belly of the giantess requires food! Do all in your power to appease her mighty hunger, lest some of us end up in the savage depths of her awesome belly!"

No sooner had Bantar spoke, and all the Tinytopians got to work. They had lived through the wrath of Bellona and the other Thunder-Titans, cruel conquerers who slaughtered Microterrans for sport. The citizens of Tinytopia (the new name Hayden gave their tiny city) had migrated far from the region of the transport platform where the Thunder-Titans had arrived from the planet Terra, a world in an alternate quantum reality.

They had came here, hoping to secure a future for themselves, where they would be free from the wrath of Thunder-Titans. But now mighty Hayden had arrived. Within twenty minutes of Bantar giving the order, food began piling up on the rooftop where Hayden was seated. There were stairs inside the building, and on the top floor, there were several holes in the roof where ladders ascended from the top floor. Scores of Microterrans brought baskets of fruit, bread, and meat, and made three seperate piles, until there was enough food to feed a trucker.

"Enough, enough, already!" Hayden commanded. "I can't eat all of this food! I'm going to have to save some of it for later!"

As she ate, Bantar told her the history of Microterra:

"Centuries ago, on the planet Terra, which exists in an alternate quantum reality, the Emperor of the Roman empire decreed a zero tolerance policy for crime. Anyone convicted of even simple crimes like shoplifting, would be sent to prison!

When neutrino dissimilators were invented, it was decided that criminals would be miniaturized, and sold as toys. Pacifist groups who disagreed with the zero tolerance law bought miniaturized convicts, and used neutrino transfer technology to re-enlarge them!

At about that time, interdimensional technology was discovered, and a world was sought where men had never evolved. Once a world was found, all plant and animal life, and all micro-organisms were wiped out, and replaced with miniaturized versions of animal and plant life found on Terra.

Criminals were now miniaturized and sent to Microterra, the name of the world we're on now. Before being sent here, we were surgically altered so we couldn't reproduce. That doesn't stop our world from having a high population, though. People are sent through the transport platrform to Microterra all the time.

About four or five centuries ago, a teenage girl from your world arrived here by the same method which brought you here. Through natural phenomena we can't completely understand, sometimes people from your world are pulled into Microterra. Our ancestors referred to her as the Aztec Goddess of Microterra. A mighty statue was constructed in her honor, out of the finest marble!"

Hayden stopped eating. "Can you guys construct a statue in my honor?"

"Yes, mighty one! You didn't even have to ask!" Bantar replied.

"So what happened to this Aztec girl?" Hayden asked.

"She was killed by being poisoned with arrows and spears that were dipped in hemlock!" Bantar replied.

"Is there hemlock still around?" Hayden asked.

Bantar remained silent. How could he be such a fool! Hemlock was their only chance of defeating the mighty giantess, and he had let it slip out! That would've been their secret weapon, but now she knew about it!"

"I asked you a question!" Hayden persisted.

"Yes, your majesty!" Bantar answered. "There are groves of hemlock, several square miles of it, by our standard of measurement!"

Hayden stood up on the ground, forgetting her meal, and dwarfing the building she had been sitting on. She set her hands on her hips, and gazed down at the multitudes of Tinytopians.

"Citizens of Tinytopia! Bantar has informed me that there are groves of hemlock growing nearby! I command all of you to bring it to me at once, pull every hemlock plant up by its roots, and toss it all on a pile at my feet! When you have done that, I want you to set fire to it, and burn all of it! If you fail to follow my orders to the letter, you shall die by my hands!"

Bantar considered himself the consort of this mighty goddess, and considered himself outside of the boundaries of any orders she might give to the others. When Hayden saw that the people were running off to do as she asked, she sat back down again to her meal, and to listen to Bantar tell the history of this strange world.

"Tell me more of this planet of tiny people, Bantar!" Hayden commanded.

Bantar began: "Whatever scientific principles cause people from your world to end up here, it happens perhaps two or three times every thousand years. It wasn't until recently that two teenagers arrived here, about four or five centuries after the Aztec princess came here.

The boy was two or three years younger than the girl, and she was fourteen or fifteen years old. The boy was kind to us, but his sister was cruel. The boy would try to convince his sister not to eat us, but she was like a child let loose in a candy store. Nothing could contain her, not even the boy!

She forced us to pay tribute to her, in the form of gold and silver, and we were forced to work for over two years constructing a massive building for her and her brother to live in. From their perspective, it was a dwelling the size of a normal house, but to us, it was like a mighty palace the likes of which we had never seen!

We have fruits and vegetables that exist on our scale, and we make wine. The Thunder-Goddess (as we called her) demanded a golden goblet made for her, and a silver goblet for her brother. In addition, we were to provide not only food for the two of them, but as much wine as they saw fit! If we ever lacked the amount of wine she required, she would slay scores of Microterrans, and send them crashing to the depths of her belly! Truly, we had never known such terror until the arrival of the Thunder-Titans!"

"The Thunder-Titans?" Hayden asked. "Who were they?"

"Were?" Bantar remarked. "One of them is still here on Microterra, the merciless Bellona! The rest of them, in addition to the boy and girl, left in a starship to avoid a cosmic cataclysm."

"Cosmic cataclysm?" Hayden asked. "What are you talking about?"

"Krutox would've called it an asteroid," Bantar replied, "because he was a scientist back on Terra before he was convicted and sent here. It was believed to be big enough to destroy all life on this planet, but before several thousand Microterrans left with the Thunder-Titans, Krutox had launched a missile that reached the asteroid in time, and a warhead blew it into several chunks, so that the damage wasn't as bad as at first believed."

"Why did you choose to remain here?" Hayden asked. "Why didn't you go with the other Microterrans?"

"There was a lottery, and only one percent of us were chosen to go. There was no room for the rest of us!"

"Tell me about the Thunder-Titans!" Hayden asked, but to Bantar it seemed like more of a command.

"They arrived on the same day, at the arrival platform. There were ten of them. Led by prince Cronus and his sister, princess Bellona, they were all members of the Terran royal family. Oh, how I remember the names that struck terror into our tiny hearts! Duke Neptune, and his sister, Duchess Artemis! Count Quetzal, and his sister, countess Nemesis! Viscount Vulcan, and his sister viscountess Venus! And the lowest of rank, Baron Bachus, and his sister, Baroness Artemis! They had been charged with treason, after trying to follow in the footsteps of Krutox the usurper!"

"Krutox is the guy you mentioned earlier, right?" Hayden asked.

"Yes. He had tried to overthrow the royal throne of Terra! He had been miniaturized and sent here after his conviction, but the royal family could not be punished as easily, because the laws that apply to others don't necessarily apply to the royal family! In the end, it was decided that they would be sent here, without being miniaturized, so they could not be harmed by us. We found ourselves under their dominion!"

Hayden thought this was funny, so she tilted back her head slightly and let out a loud laugh. "So they ruled over you as gods?" she asked.

"Yes! Princess Bellona was the worst. We called her Bellona the merciless. She made sport of us by forcing us to engage in war-games with her. Very few Microterrans ever managed to survive! If she wasn't stomping them into the ground, she was feeding on them. She craved man-flesh! She said it satisfied her to know that Microterrans were struggling in the depths of her belly!"

"How many Thunder-Titans were there?" Hayden asked.

"Counting the boy and his sister from your world," Bantar replied, "there were twelve of them, just like the gods and goddesses of ancient mythology! Each of them expected us to construct a statue of them, to honor them! We got to work straight-away, and the first two statues built were of prince Cronus and princess Bellona! "

As Bantar told more of the story of the world of Microterra, people started returning with hemlock bushes that they piled up into huge mounds, for Hayden's approval. Hayden listened to Bantar as more and more of the hemlock was brought in.

Bantar got to the part of the story where the Royal Titans escaped from Microterra. "How did they get the technology together to escape from here?" Hayden asked. "I thought they were sent here as a prison sentence."

"Princess Bellona brought an omnicom with her, and she used it to summon a guard in the royal navy, and he came here in a scout ship and dropped off supplies."

"Didn't he tell the people of Terra that an asteroid was on a collision course with Microterra?" Hayden asked.

"I'm sure he did, but we don't know what their response was, because he never came back, and no normal-sized people ever returned here, until your arrival."

Hayden was fascinated with Bantar's history lesson. Before Bantar could continue, a roar could be heard in the distance. Hayden stood up to get a better look, and she lifted Bantar up in the palm of her hand, so he could see, too.

In the distance, hundreds of Tinytopians were rushing toward the city gates, from the area where the hemlock was grown. As they got closer, Hayden could see that alot of them had spears, and alot of them were on horeseback and had bow & arrows. The miniature horses were on the same tiny scale as the Tinytopians. Obviuosly, they felt this was their only chance to rid themselves of their new Conquerer-Goddess.

Hayden set Bantar down on the rood of the building she had been sitting on, and walked toward the city gates. She stepped over the city wall, which reached an elevation just below her crotch, and shut the wooden gates with her bare hands. She was prepared for battle!

When the Tinytopians arrived, Hayden had a group of rocks she had collected, so she could assail them from a distance without coming into range of their poison-dipped arrows or spears. Once they were about twenty yards away, Hayden began throwing the large rocks at the charging Tinytopians.

The first salvo hit about half a dozen horsemen, and inertia forced the rock to take out about two dozen more behind them. With the second rock, Hayden threw a bit further and hit about a dozen bowmen.

"I played softball in high school, you bastards!" Hayden shouted at the rushing soldiers. The soldiers on the front line threw their spears, and they reached to about six inches in front of Hayden's feet. The archers shot their arrows, and they narrowly missed hitting Hayden's ankles.

Hayden realized she needed to slaughter them before they got any closer, because once they were in range with their poison-dipped arrows and spears, there was a possibility that she could be killed by them. Hayden retreated around the city walls to a rural area, where there were alot of large stones. She began collecting them and gathering them in a large pile, to use as ammo. The Tinytopian army didn't give her much time, and soon they were once again in range. The archers started firing their arrows, and the spearmen ran in front of the archers to get into range to throw their poison-tipped spears.

Hayden started picking up rocks and throwing them at the barraging army. There were hundreds of Tinytopians, and she crushed atleast a half a dozen with each throw of a stone. Hayden threw an exceptionally large rock, and it landed on top of about ten archers, smearing them into the dirt. She picked up another rock, threw it, and before it even landed, she picked up another, aimed, and threw it, too. Both rocks hit their marks, and Tinytopian soldiers were crushed beneath them.

After about ten minutes, there were only a few dozen soldiers left standing. The battlefield was littered with tiny corpses. Hayden said: "Hell with it!" and stomped toward the remaining soldiers, in spite of the poison-tipped arrows and spears. She stomped two or three at a time, because they were spread out, and some of the spears hit her ankles and shins. Arrows flew all around her feet, and one stuck in her lower thigh.

Finally, the last of them, an archer, took aim as Hayden's sandal-clad foot came crashing down on him, and he was vanquished. There were hundreds of bodies littering the landscape. Hayden returned to the city, and stepped over the city wall. She returned to the building she had sat on, where she had left Bantar.

She plucked the last arrow from her left calf as she sat down. There were about five or six small wounds, where the poison had penetrated. The rest of the Tinytopian citizens did as Hayden had originally commanded them, and burned the hemlock. Still more of them went to the hemlock groves, and retrieved the last of the hemlock bushes, and threw them into the fire.

For about the next day and a half, Hayden was ill. The poison wasn't enough to kill her, but it was enough to make her sick. The Tinytopians fed her meat and bread, and brought her water. When she tried to drink wine they had brought her, she threw up. It took scores of Tinytopians three hours to clean up the vomit from the town square.

After a couple of days, Hayden felt better. She asked Bantar to bring the leaders of the city to her, so she could question them. The governor was an obese man in his late forties who had been elected because he was one of the founders of Tinytopia. The governor and his wife came to Hayden, as she had commanded them to.

"Do you respect my authority?" Hayden asked.

"Of course!" the governor replied. "You are the goddess of our city! Your power is absolute!"

"Then bring me the men responsible for planning the attack that took place several days ago. I want to punish them! And when they are brought here, I want the entire city to be assembled, so they can watch me as I administer my unique brand of punishment!"

"Yes, mighty goddess!" the governor answered. "So as it is written, so let it be done!"

The governor took off with his wife at once to the city prison to retrieve the men responsible. When the battle was over, and Hayden was recuperating, the governor had found out that several of the men who had planned the attack were still alive. He had them imprisoned while Hayden was sick, because he anticipated that she would want them punished.

The men were shackled in chains, and there were about twenty of them. Armed guards (about fifty) escorted them to the town square, where Hayden waited. The guards were armed with copper swords, because copper was the most plentiful metal in this region, and smiths were able to hammer out tools and weapons made of copper more easily than bronze or iron.

When the twenty criminals were assembled, Hayden was ready to pass judgement. Most of the people of the city were there to watch. "It's a good thing I didn't eat my breakfast this morning," Hayden said to the criminals, "because I'm famished!"

She stood up, revealing her true height, and set her hands astride on her hips, and began the formal process of condemning the accused. "You have been found responsible for planning an attack against me! The governor was kind enough to imprison you for your crimes, so I could deal with you in any manner I see fit! In this tiny land, I am a mighty goddess, and my power over you is absolute! Because of this, I expect absolute loyalty from my conquered subjects! You are all guilty of conspiracy against me, and the judgement I now pass down on you is for your entire lot to be cast into the depths of my belly! The executuon shall be carried out at once!"

Hayden reached down and pointed at one of them, and a guard removed the prisoner's chains. Hayden scooped the criminal up, and stood fully erect. She opened her mouth, with the one-centimeter-tall victim dangling over her jaw, and dropped him. He fell into her mouth swiftly, and Hayden was quick to flex her tongue and throat muscles, and the citizens of Tinytopia cheered when they saw what they thought was the lump in Haydens' throat formed by the body of the victim as he passed down Hayden's gullet.

And so it happened again, and again, and again. Hayden would reach for a victim after a guard released him from his copper chains, and Hayden would grab him and stand upright, then lower him into her mouth and swallow. Only when her throat muscles spasmed, indicating she had swallowed her prey, did the people cheer for her. And they cheered every time! Very quickly, it seemed, they had formed a sense of loyalty to their new goddess, and they resented anyone who would try to overthrow her. It seemed that it was human nature for people to desire someone in a position of power to worship, and to rule over them.

Soon, there were less than half a dozen criminals left. When the next victim was released from his chains, he actually tried to run for it, but he didn't get far. Some of the guards were armed with long spears, and they easily blocked his way. Hayden scooped him up, and he pleaded with her.

"Have mercy on me, goddess! I'll repent! Just spare me this once, and I'll become your most loyal follower!"

Hayden replied, "Those are vain words from a man sentenced to die! I will punish you even more than the other for daring to lie to me! A betrayer could never be as loyal as my other followers!"

Hayden stood upright, raised the victim to her lips, and tossed him into her mouth. The audience of Tinytopians at her feet could hear the sickening crunch of the man's bones snapping as Hayden chewed him up to a bloody pulp, and swallowed him.

When the last of them were swallowed, the people started clapping, then the governor approached Hayden. Once he was at her feet waving at him, she picked him up and held him aloft. He had something to announce to her.

"At this time, it is my honor to announce to you that work has commenced on the statue to be built in your honor! If you would proceed to the quarry, I will show it to you!"

Hayden picked up Bantar, and held him in the same hand she held the governor. The governor directed Hayden to the location of the quarry, and she was on her way. From Hayden's perspective, it was a mile away, quite a distance for the Tinytopians.

When she got close to the quarry, Hayden could see a rectangular block of rock being hauled by tiny teams of horses. Ropes not much thicker than dental floss were tied all around the huge block of rock, and hundreds of horsemen were guiding it toward the town. Logs were underneath the block, and when logs came out in the back, Tinytopians would roll them around to the front, and replace them. It was a slow, grueling process.

The governor then directed her to walk to the spot chosen for the statue. Not far from the walled city, it was a depression dug out of the dirt shaped like an upside-down pyramid, with a flat space for the base of the statue at the center. Drainage pipes had been dug out in the four angled walls of the depression, leading to a ditch surrounding the depression. This was to stop rainwater from collecting in the depression.

The governor informed Hayden that the statue would be the same height as her, but since the base was eighteen inches high, the depression had to be dug out to contain the height of the statue base, so as not to anger Hayden. It was their experience that Thunder-Titans grew angry if statues of them were built taller than their natural stature; they felt that the statues were competing for their glory, and for this, the royal family of Terra had punished the Microterrans dearly. The governor explained to Hayden that they didn't want to make the same mistake this time with her.

For the next several months, life went on as normal. Hayden lived the life of a goddess, and the Tinytopians provided her with food, water, and wine. The Tinytopians worked 24 hours a day on the statue. They had crude electrical tools they used, that Krutox had instructed them to build before he left with the Thunder-Titans for Earth. Every able-bodied man in Tinytopia worked eight hours a day, six days a week. Three eight hour shifts worked around the clock, and finally, after three months, it was ready.

Hayden had stayed away from the statue construction site, because she wanted to be surprised. The governor informed her it was ready, and she walked over to see it. When she saw it, she was astounded. The greatest sculptors in the land had brought their vision to fruition. Identical to Hayden in every way, it was also the same height as Hayden.


To Be Continued!