" My father once told me that respect for truth comes close to being the basis for all morality. 'Something cannot emerge from nothing,' he said. This is profound thinking if you understand how unstable 'the truth' can be."

- Frank Herbert, Dune

(Two Weeks Later: MTF Headquarters and Facility, Montmartre District, Paris: 1:21 PM)

The MTF troopers and Foundation personnel had come and go in the premises. The pink skinned Kree Eternal in his station packed up all of his things and readied himself to leave the French Facility Foundation. Inside his jacket, he had a resignation letter prepared and decided to submit this to his immediate supervising officer. Just then, a gruff MTF Trooper noticed him unloading and making his station vacant.

" Montmartre, you're leaving? " Buck asked him with concern.

" The prolonged war's over, Henderson, " Amnon nonchalantly spoke. " My services are rendered and I need to take care of my elderly widowed mother as my focus. It's time to move on for me and my family. It would be better for me to leave this facility and find another job elsewhere. Staying in the Foundation had reminded me of so much hardships from more than five decades ago. "

" But you haven't spoken to the Elite Commander, yet. "

" I'll be frank with you, Buck. You guys don't need me. You really don't want me, remember? I'm handing over this letter to Commander Roosevelt. I'm done. It's over..."

Buck remained silent and heard the late Kree Eternal son's sentiment. Amnon exasperatedly sighed and carried the boxes.

" Look, I'm sorry if we began roughly back in America and here around two years ago, " the MTF Commando broke his silence. " I respect your decision to leave, but have you ever thought of your late father or even your previous actions before? "

" You guys just hindered him for seeing me from the beginning, " Amnon seriously spoke. " That was so totally unacceptable for us. My mother just found out why. You even lied to me in the first place! "

" We were just..."

" Following orders? Fine, so be it. I'm out of here, Henderson.
I'm sorry I have been a load of trouble to all of you for the past five to six decades. I'm not going to receive my final pay of my services here, it's all yours. I'm going home to Rouen and I really hope that all of you will never bother me and my mother again. "

" Montmartre, wait! "

" See you around, Buck..."

" Amnon! "

Amnon picked up his backpack and carried his boxes, walking away. Buck Henderson became so hesitant to confront him again and thought of something to convince him. The pink Kree had decided not to look back since his mind was leaving the two united organization. He heavily sighed and continued walking.

Just behind the MTF Commando, there was an elderly green haired man with white streaks. He loudly cleared his throat, calling his attention. Buck turned his attention to the elderly man.

" You tried convincing him, didn't you? " the old man with silver eyes asked with concern.

" He just left..." Buck seriously spoke and sadly sighed.

" Give him some time, let me try talking to him. "

" But what if he had made his full decision? "

" That young man is still grieving for his loss of his father and yet he has unresolved issues with all of you. "

" I guess you can give it a try, sir. "

Elder Christopher Knightfall sincerely smiled at him and followed where the Kree Eternal's son had gone too. The old man found Amnon sitting at the lobby and waiting for his ride going home to Rouen.

" Waiting for a ride home, Son of Methu-Selah? " he curiously mused.

" Yeah, the war's over and no one needs me here. Dad's business is done. What's the point of staying here? " Amnon slightly smiled and handed his letters to Christopher. " Can you give these to Jared Coulson and Commander Roosevelt? I have written these as my immediate resignation to the MTF and SHIELD. "

Christopher looked curiously at him and asked, " Why are you leaving? "

" I don't want to get involved with their further exploits after the prolonged Kree-Lizard invasion. Everything was a lot of me to take in ever since I escaped at Site 19 until my father's demise, " he sadly sighed and bowed his head. " My dad's only wish was for me to get a normal life even I have carried his genes and light soul. I had a chance to be with him for the final two years of his life. "

" I'm sorry for your loss, " the Remnite senior citizen calmly spoke and gently held the young Kree man's back. " Old Methu was a good man. He saved my life back in the first years of the Kree-Lizard invasion. He had unlocked the power I have. He used to tell me he had a hybrid son from a facility that he had left. Old Methu wished to see and raise that boy. I met the child way back in Alaska and heard of his nightmares. Now, here you are. You are becoming more like him than the monster you have despised. It's good to see you again, Amnon-Selah or Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre. "

" Thanks, Christopher. It's good to see you again after meeting you way back then and in Romania after rescuing my sister, " Amnon sincerely smiled and sighed.

" My kind regards to your mother and sister in Australia. Also my sincerest condolences to you and Carol. "

" Thanks, again, sir, " the blonde pink Kree replied and glanced at his watch. " I'm waiting for a bus going to Rouen. I won't be returning here for good. "

" Is it because your past with SCP-682 has haunted you, young Kree Eternal? Yet, you have become one of the heroes from the Rebel Forces, met many friends, and rescued people out of the slave den. If your father were still living and seeing you that way, what would he tell you? "

Amnon heard the old man and heavily sighed, bowing his head in shame and guilt. Christopher gently rubbed the young Kree's back.

" Amnon, I'm sorry I don't mean to let you feel down. I know you are still mourning and bitter about the Foundation, " the Remnite elder said. " But look at the bright side, you have changed for the better. You're no longer that sad and shy lizard boy that I met in Alaska. You have become a man of courage, resilience, and dignity despite those hardships. Old Methu would have been so proud of you. "

" I wished I had much time to know more about him, " Amnon gloomily spoke. " Those two years of being with him wasn't enough. "

" So, you learned the truth about yourself? "

The pink Kree man nodded depressingly and exhaled, looking at the ceiling. Christopher thought of something to cheer the younger one and entice him to return.

" Amnon, I know you're leaving anytime soon, but there's something that you need to know more about your father, " Christopher suggested. " Would you like to come with me? "

" What about my things inside those boxes? "

" No worries. There's a guard over there who watches them. I believe you know the place where those archived files of the Foundation are being placed. "

" Wait, they're confidential! How did you know everything?! "

" I'm part Kree as well as we are related to Old Methu. He was my greatest grand uncle. The Houses of Ryliea, Selah, and Vell have the same roots from the Old Ard-Con himself. When the first time I saw you, you reminded me of your father. "

Amnon widened his eyes in shock upon hearing the revelation from the Remnite senior citizen. He remained speechless as he couldn't realise that Elder Christopher Knightfall was his relative.

" How?! Why?! "

" You are your father's true fulfillment, Amnon. I can sense him through you, although you have inherited some from your mother, " Christopher explained.

" Right. While we still have time, I guess you can come with me to the Archives room, " the blonde pink Kree man replied and stood-up.

Reaching the Archives room, Amnon and Christopher ended up searching those files related to his father, the Prototype Hybrid Project Marvel, and the new Project Marvel. They spent minutes into hours looking and browsing around the documents. The elderly Remnite noticed his younger blonde relative who was engrossed reading the files and documents he picked up.

" Amnon, did you find something? " he called him out.

" Yeah..." the Kree Eternal's son nodded and continued reading. " How about you? "

" I found some relevant and related information about Old Methu-Selah. Would you like to check on it? "

" Sure. "

Amnon approached his elderly relative and picked the file from him. Looking and searching for the old SHIELD and MTF files, Amnon exceeded his time to understand Methu-Selah, Carol, and his origins. His eyebrows were twitching and scratching his chin. He opened everything and read thoroughly about the Kree.

" What am I?! Who am I?! " he angrily thought. " Why do I feel much sense of belongingness and ecstacy when I'm with old Methu-Selah and Carol Danvers? I don't understand this! Did my ignorance never give me a chance to discover an obscure truth?! When I was a 682 clone, there's blue blood running on my veins. Now in my new body, it's still the same blood color circulating. Am I one of the Kree race?! I have discovered my true self recently, but there's something more than this. "

He flipped the files from the late Dr. Jean Meir Montmartre or Old Methu-Selah, reviewing further about the files. Some were related to the ones from Dr. Jusis Vandark and Bladeus. The others were from the Englishman, Dr. Albert Price and the Russian, Dr. Valery Fedorov. Then, Amnon spent reading them in detail until he accidentally and unconsciously fell a journal. Christopher instantly picked it up and handed to the Kree.

" Amnon, you have dropped this, " he said.

" Thanks, " the Kree replied and opened the pages of the journal. He carefully skimmed them which they were written in Kree language, French, and Russian as he recognised his late father's handwriting. Amnon could understand those languages and read something from there.

" Mes derniers exploits avec l'Empire Kree. "

" Amnon, what did you find? " Christopher asked curiously and turned to his youngest cousin.

" It was my dad's time in the Foundation which had something to do with me and the other SCP objects for my experimentation. Now, this journal is something to do with his last exploits with the Kree Empire. "

" Is it written in English? "

" No, its pages were written in Kree, French, and Russian. I'm reading the French part. Would you like me to translate these? "

" Yes, please. "

Amnon turned to the first page and intently read his father's accounts from his first journey on Earth. He was deeply understanding the thought when he imagined Old Methu-Selah was talking to him.

" Je suis arrivé sur cette planète bleue en l'an 200 après avoir quitté la planète Hala et affronté les Skrulls. C'était une mission de bonne volonté intergalactique pour apporter le progrès scientifique et technologique à toute civilisation primitive. Voyager vers la Terre prendrait plus de cent mille années-lumière de Hala. Pour moi, cela prendra trois jours car ma capacité peut dépasser plus vite que la vitesse de la lumière. "

" What does it say? "

" My dad had been on Earth in the year 200 AD after he left his homeworld and fighting against the Skrulls. He was on a benevolent mission to help the civilizations for their scientific and technological advancement, " Amnon interpreted his late father's writings.

" How was he able to get here on Earth? "

" He could fly faster than the speed of light which it would take three days to get here. The distance from planet Hala to Earth is more than a hundred thousand light-years. "

" Interesting..." Christopher smiled and requested. " I know you can read and understand French. Do you mind if you read it aloud and continue translating? "

" Sure. "

" Je suis arrivé à Ostia Antica alors que mon vaisseau spatial avait fait un atterrissage d'urgence dans le Tibre. C'était à environ 17 kilomètres de Rome." Amnon continued his loud reading and translating it into English. " I arrived in Ostia Antica as my starship had made an emergency landing on Tiber River. It was around 17 kilometers away from Rome. "

" A nearby city to Rome, I see. Please continue, Amnon. "

" Au début, ces anciens Italiens avaient peur de moi puisque je suis né avec une peau bleue et des cheveux blancs argentés excessivement longs. J'ai eu du mal à comprendre car ils ne pouvaient comprendre aucun mot de ma langue maternelle surnaturelle. Avec cela, je me suis forcé à apprendre à communiquer le latin et le grec. " the French speaking Kree read and translated. " At first, those ancient Italians were afraid of me since I was born with a blue skin and an excessively long silvery white hair. I had a hard time understanding as they couldn't comprehend any word from my unearthly native tongue. With that, I forced myself to learn in communicating Latin and Greek. "

" J'ai rencontré une charmante enseignante nommée Camilla Bassiana qui se trouvait être une cousine plus jeune de Lucius Septimius Bassianus ou Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, l'empereur romain. I met a lovely teacher named Camilla Bassiana who happened to be a younger cousin of Lucius Septimius Bassianus or Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, the Roman Emperor."

" Old Methu just had acquainted with the Roman Emperor's younger cousin?! " Christopher exclaimed in shock. " How come?! "

" Well...Dad and I have something in common, " Amnon nervously chuckled and shrugged. " We had girlfriends before meeting our true love..."

" Right, carry on..."

" Camilla et moi avions tellement de choses en commun. Elle était tellement intéressée par les connaissances scientifiques que j'avais partagées avec elle. D'autre part, elle m'a appris les coutumes des Romains et des Grecs, y compris leurs histoires. Elle voulait être docteur en médecine comme le grec Hippocrate, mais son cousin plus âgé et les membres masculins de sa famille lui ont interdit d'apprendre. C'est parce qu'elle était une femme et que seuls les hommes avaient des privilèges pour accéder à la connaissance et à l'information. " he continued reading in French and translated. " Camilla and I had so much in common. She was so interested in the scientific knowledge which I had shared to her of what I learned. On the other hand, she taught me the ways of the Romans and Greeks including their histories. She wanted to be a doctor of medicine like the Greek Hippokrates, but her older cousin and male family members forbade her to learn. It's because she was a woman and only men had some privileges to attain knowledge and information. "

" How problematic it is? Women were not allowed to be part of the society?! " Christopher remarked.

" I can imagine my father was so infuriated to see Camilla being treated unfairly by men. Just like my grandfather belittled my mother and tried to prevent her from going to a university and even the US Air Force, " Amnon sadly sighed.

" I agree and I'm sorry to hear that. Let's continue. "

" Je voulais très mal aider Camilla et la faire connaître et respecter, car elle méritait d'être aussi importante que sa cousine. Pour éviter tout examen minutieux, Camilla a décidé de me faire connaître dans la société comme la pionnière de l'Empire romain. I wanted to help Camilla very badly and make her known and respected, since she deserved to be equally important like her cousin. To avoid scrutiny, Camilla decided to make myself known into the society as the trailblazer of the Roman Empire. "

" Trailblazer of the Roman Empire? " the elderly Remnite man curiously repeated. " Continue, please..."

Amnon nodded and continued reading and translating, " J'ai fait quelque chose de grand pour la Terre que j'ai amélioré et contribué dans le domaine de la science médicale et de l'astronomie, des premiers stades de l'architecture et de la mécanique, et des tactiques militaires. Depuis quelques années lors de mon séjour sur cette planète, je me suis rendu compte que les humains sont réceptifs et intéressés à améliorer leur mode de vie. L'empereur Marcus Aurelius Antoninus a découvert mes contributions et est devenu curieux et engageant de mon soutien à l'Empire. I have done something great for Earth which I have improved and contributed in the field of medical science and astronomy, early stages of architecture and mechanics, and military tactics. For the past few years on my stay in this planet, I have realised that the humans are receptive and interested to improve their way of living. Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus found out of my contributions and became curious and engaging of my support to the Empire. "

Christopher listened at his younger cousin and commented, " Indeed, Old Methu was a great man. Can you read his story further and continue interpreting? "

" Of course. "

(Palace of Domitian, Palatine Hill, Rome, Italy, 3rd of January 205 AD)

" So, you have planned out for the next conquest which I will continue, Methu? " a dark curly haired man dressed in purple robes asked the taller blue skinned man donned in a white battle suit with green trimmings.

" Yes, Lord Marcus, I shall give you, your itinerary of your second term as the consul, " Methu-Selah replied and handed him out some written scrolls. " I have talked to almost everyone in the palace, the Roman Senate, and the Army officials for your important meetings and forums. "

" Ah, very well, " Marcus Aurelius Antoninus or Caracalla smiled and received them. " You have been a great help to me as an advisor and secretary even you have come from a different world. "

" As much as I want to introduce my fellow people from my galaxy to you, I hope to gain a benevolent alliance to the Kree Empire and the Humans of planet Earth, " the Kree Army Captain and the Roman Emperor's advisor and secretary politely said.

" Really? Then, why can you invite them to visit our world? I want to meet them. "

" We are both humanoid species, my dear sire, " the Kree Eternal politely spoke. " Except for the skin color and some unique physical abilities and attributes that my people have. When I first landed here, your people were very afraid of me. I barely could communicate in your language. Thanks to your younger cousin, Camilla. She taught me a lot of things on your planet as I made my adjustments. I can predict my people will be accepted here in the distant future as another addition to the Cosmic melting pot here on Earth. "

Marcus affirmingly nodded at his trusted azure space alien friend and advisor and smiled, " If that is so? I'll give you time to visit my dear cousin. "

" I believe she has moved to Lugdunum a few weeks ago. "

" Oh, Camilla! She hasn't give up her desires to be the first woman doctor or healer in the Empire! I told her not to pursue such senseless exploits in a male dominated profession! " the Roman Emperor laughed.

" With all due respect, my dear sire, you should not harshly discredit her skills and knowledge. She has been learning a lot from me ever since I came to her. If she were born a Kree woman, she could be one of the highly respected doctors or scientists in my planet, " Methu-Selah seriously reminded. " I don't know why you, human beings, tend to horribly ditch and hate your fellows due to their race, gender, age, and status. Sorry for the words, I truly love and respect your society and civilisation. I really find it irking and intimidating when you belittle a woman like her. "

Marcus became dumbfounded and scratched his head when he heard the Kree Eternal's subtle preaching. Inhibiting his shame and guilt, he nervously laughed to divert himself and seemed to be troubled. The Kree Eternal looked bothered at the Emperor and secretly read his mind. Marcus or Caracalla was married to Fulvia Plautilla, a daughter of Gaius Fulvius Plautianus. He hated his wife with a burning passion because of the forced marriage set-up. The Kree Eternal knew what would happen to the Roman Emperor and his 'wife' as he refused to speak of the future.

" You are so fortunate that you cared for Camilla so much, " Marcus heavily sighed and broke his silence. " You and her have developed such fondness to each other. I envy you both. Me, I just got forced to get married for some reasons. "

" I take it, you and Fulvia are still not in good terms, " the blue skinned alien man surmised and queried. " Have you tried mending your lose ties with her? "

" No..." the Roman Emperor sternly replied. " Do you think I will forgive and make up with her?! I have never loved her in the first place. Her damned father forced us to get married. Her family wants to gain connection to me! "

Methu-Selah cocked his eyebrows and crossed his arms. He seemed to be bothered in reading the supreme leader's mind. The Kree Eternal took no sides since he was here for a benevolent mission from his homeworld. He didn't intend to be meddle with the internal affairs and issues of emotionally unstable human beings. The humanoid space alien secretary heavily sighed and didn't want to disclose the Roman Emperor's future.

" My Lord, I'm sorry for my response. I think I should go and visit Camilla in Gaul. I shall see you tomorrow morning, " the Kree Eternal calmly spoke.

" No, I should be the one who were apologising you, Methu, " Marcus exasperatedly sighed and relented. " See you tomorrow. "

(Lugdunum, Gaul, 3rd of January 205 AD, 5:06 PM)

Inside the simple wooden cottage, a curly blonde woman with a bun at the back of her head studied the scrolls which she and the Kree Eternal Methu-Selah had written and formulated. She was preparing some leaves and herbs to be placed into the ceramic pot. She was about to get a cup of fresh water from the bucket which she took from the well. The woman heavily sighed and forgot to get some wood for fire. Suddenly, there was loud door knocking which she turned her attention to it.

" Don't tell me it's my older cousin again, " she said to herself and rolled her eyes.

" Camilla, est me! Possum venire? (Camilla, it's me! Can I come in? " a deep male voice politely echoed.

Camilla Bassiana recognised the man's voice and smiled, sighing in relief and anticipating for his visit. She quickly opened the door and tighly hugged her best friend and lover from a different galaxy like a dear wife giving the warmest welcome to her husband when he would come home. Methu-Selah instantly dropped his belongings and hugged her back.

" Amor meus rediit! Tam gaudeo te tempus me visitare! (My love, you have returned! I'm so glad you still have time to visit me!) " she happily exclaimed.

" Camilla, I have just brought some salt, herbs, spices, leaves, and seeds for your created remedy, " the blue skinned Kree said with a smile. " Of course, some bread, tomatoes, oregano, meat and a bottle of wine for our supper. "

" Thank you, Methu. I take it, you have been so busy with Caracalla's affairs and duties back in Rome? "

" It is business as usual, my love, " he chuckled. " How are you fairing? "

" I occupied myself in working with potions and serums from plants. I followed your formulation in creating a cure for illnesses, " she answered and looked at the ceramic pot, anxiously sighing. " Well, honestly, I need your flickering fingers to create fire and boil my leaves with water. Do you mind? "

" Oh, right, " the Kree Eternal grinned and made a sweatbead. " I'm just in time to visit you in the late afternoon to evening for supper and your formulation. "

" Well, it's just the people in the village are looking for a healing potion from when they get sick. If only Caracalla could hear this and acknowledge me as Gaul's herbalist and doctor, " she depressingly exhaled.

Methu-Selah cupped the blonde woman's smooth and soft pinkish cheeks. Camilla smiled slightly at him and held his strong right hand.

" I have already had a word with your cousin and I hope he has understood why you shudder and abstain from him, " he assured.

" Caracalla doesn't understand that I don't want to mingle with him and his soldiers and officials. I'm getting tired of listening and seeing his hubris, " she said. " He didn't want me to study and practice medicine. That's why I have chosen this town here in Gaul. People here appreciate me. You have been a great help ever since I met you. "

The Kree Eternal smiled and blushed hard upon hearing his Terran girlfriend. It was his first time that he got appreciated by a woman from another race. For the past several years, the army captain of the Kree Empire did nothing, but violently fighting those green skinned shapeshifters and other enemy races in extreme bloodshed. In his prolonged stay on Earth for five years, he grasped and adapted how it was like to be a human.

Camilla noticed her alien boyfriend's silence and asked him with concerned, " Methu, viden' tam quietem? Estne aliquid mali? (Methu, you seem so quiet? Is there something wrong?)"

" Nihil, amica mea. Primum tempus est meum audire aliquem qui me complere potest. (Nothing, my love. It's my first time to hear someone who can complement me.) " he smiled sincerely at her and gently touched her face. " Im 'iustus cognatus tuus maior exspectat benedictionem ...(I'm just waiting for your older cousin's blessing to...) "

" Ad quod? (To what?) "

" To marry an angel living on planet Earth and spend centuries to be with her in peace. I've fallen in love with you, my dear Camilla. "

Camilla also blushed and chuckled upon hearing the extraterrestrial man's words. She kissed his smooth azure cheeks.

" I want to spend my eternity to the man from the heavens and travel the entire world with him, " she calmly replied. " No men from the Roman Empire can stand a chance to fall in love with. You are so unique, Methu. "

" Thank you, my dear, " the Kree Eternal genuinely smiled and changed his topic. " I think we should work on the formulation first before and after supper. "

" Will you take me to the stars, my love? "

Methu-Selah remained silent and remembered that humans couldn't breathe and fly in space. He deeply thought of his girlfriend's safety going into the skies.

" Are you sure you want to go up there? " he asked with concern, pointing his index finger up.

" Of course, " she interestingly smiled and nodded. " We can have our time together. "

" If that's the case, I'll take you there for a while. "

" Why not we visit above Lutetia? "

" Are you sure you want to go there? "

" Yes, please. "

The Kree Eternal predicted the distant future and warmly smiled which he could see his son and a blonde wife who looked uncanny to Camilla. He exactly knew what he was longing for aside from his dream of prolonging his stay on Earth.

" Methu, is there something wrong? " she asked and curiously tilted her head. " Are you silent again? "

" No, nothing. Let's continue our work for that formulation. "

(Skies Above Lutetia, Gaul: 10:20 PM)

In the starry winter skies, the couple was seen levitating and hugging above the ground. The two spent looking at the different constellations which they gathered and fixed the tiny pint-points of light. Camilla smiled and saw the breath taking view of the heavens and the structures on the ground. It was her first time to take flight along with the alien man.

" It is really terrifying at first, " she exhaled in relief. " You have asked me not to look below, but it's really magnificent to see the evening stars and the town from this view. I wish my own people can learn how to fly and travel anywhere. "

" Your species are not yet ready for long distance travel through air. Perhaps, several centuries from now, your great descendants can fly through a large aircraft vehicle, " the Kree Eternal explained.

" My descendants? "

" Yes, my dear. It may be a very distant future in your case. "

Camilla seemed to be puzzled upon hearing her boyfriend's prediction of the Earth's future and cocked her eyebrows. She deeply thought and imagined of his statement, then moving her head around the view and exhaling.

" I wish I could see clearly on what you have said, " she sadly broke her silence. " But I am not so sure if I exist or we have descendants. You, as a long-lived man from the stars, can witness everything on this world. "

" As much as I want to remain here for a long time, my people will find and send me back to my home planet. "

" Too bad, " she sighed. " I wish I can come with you, Methu. "

" If your cousin permits us to get married, then we can live and journey together not just here on Earth, but throughout the cosmos, " the Kree Eternal assured. " We can have our own home outside the Roman Empire. "

" You mean we will live on distant lands? "

" I do wish to live on the islands from the other side of your planet after serving your cousin's term in the Roman Empire. We may meet new people, learn another culture on Earth, and experience a different lifestyle. If we get married Camilla, do you wish to have a new experience? I know you don't want to be involved with so much political nepotism. "

Camilla looked at the Kree Eternal and thought about it. She knew that she wanted a life outside the Roman Empire and would remain with his beloved man from the stars. She wholeheartedly smiled at him and said, " Wherever you will go, take me, my love. I am willing to be with you on a journey together! "

" I will, my dear..." he said and nodded.

" Speaking of going on distant lands, I have friends who live in Lutetia who came from a distant nation. I am not sure if they are still awake at this time of the night. "

" I see. Perhaps, we can pay them a visit after my work in Rome. "

" Good idea, " she nodded in affirmation. " I am sure they are happy to meet you. "

The Kree Eternal agreed and suddenly remained silent as he sensed someone within the Roman Empire who seemed to be a threat. From his Kree Cosmic Awareness, it was a young crimson haired warlock who practiced the Dark Arts. Somehow, he was anxious for Camilla and everyone who could fall under the trap of this magician.

" Methu, are you alright? " his blonde Terran girlfriend asked with concern. " You seemed to be quiet again. "

" It's nothing, my dear. "

" I hope you can tell me what's in your mind, " she mused. " I'm here to help you. "

" Thank you for your concern. "

Camilla smoothly cupped her boyfriend's cheeks and smiled at him. The azure skinned man smiled back and passionately placed his lips into his lovely fair lady. She kissed him back and enjoyed his company in the starry skies.

(Christopher Knightfall by Knightfall077)

(Buck Henderson by FlashlightMan)

(Plot idea for Methu-Selah, thanks to FlashlightMan and expanded by yours truly.)