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Long days in close quarters followed. They were fed some grotesque lumps from a bowl with some water, given quick showers together and then herded back to their small room with bare walls and floor. Sleeping in their sweaty clothes while clumped together in a group was the only way she could assure that none of them would disappear in the night. Or at least when the square fires went out on the wall.
There was so much she didn't understand.

"Mi'tu," the large, green one shouted from the doorway as he motioned. They had come to figure that word out fairly quickly and shuffled into the main room where hazel brown eyes noted the others sitting around a raised table in nicer clothes. The fierce one lounged in a chair near a table with lights in it, chin in hand. His horns, jagged teeth and long fingernails always gave her the creeps.

He pointed at her and Anana, "Bipu ok' ni, sha. Ti'ou detno pei'ba." The fish faced one at the smaller table seemed to agree.

"What are they doing," Anana whispered and was promptly smacked in the back by the large green one towering over them from behind.

"Bi'ou," he yelled, spittle running down his large jaw from between protruding tusks. Maggewetok just shrugged her answer.

Not long after, the fierce one directed them towards the rampway they had entered from some days ago. Time was irrelevant now as they had no reference. A part of her had given into this new life, but her spirit still wanted to get back home, no matter what.
Whining sounds, daylight and a cacophony of other smells assaulted her nose as she centered the cluster of dark haired foreigners to a world of large qarmaits suspended from the air by thick poles. Smaller ones glided along the open area between them, but she could see the sun whose warmth gave her hope. At least they weren't inside anymore.

Hemmed in by the aliens, the fierce one kept a hurried pace and forced them to almost jog to keep up. She only hoped that Miki could and soon reached around behind the five year old and hefted him upon her back. "Hang on," she instructed.

"I want to go home," he returned and his little voice made her want to cry. But, she wouldn't give these monsters the satisfaction and swallowed those tears instead. These beasts would all die one day for what they had done, she vowed.

"Shh," Anana replied, brow furrowed and turned back to their new master who led them into a colder, large qarmait through a narrow doorway. Men in dark blue uniforms eyed the fierce one as he handed them a small, square thing whose grey color matched the walls of their room. He glanced to them as they spoke, momentarily and continued on with the man in uniform. These people seemed less like monsters and resembled the Saami except for their lighter skin and hair.

Should she try and warn these men and get help? Would they even care? Her answer was given as he smiled to the fierce one and handed the flat metal thing back and they were off again. The ceiling of this qarmait reached to the sky and was colorful. Long sheets hung from various places of blue, red and white sporting a symbol that she had never seen before; It's circular shape looked like a spinning wheel for making string. Odd. Between the aliens that escorted them, she noticed people in shiny clothes that barely covered some of the females. Their hair was shaped strangely and she wondered if that was on purpose.

So many more questions.

Before she knew it, they were pushed up into another gliding qarmait and the large green one motioned for them to sit on the floor. They complied as their captors sat in the seats around them. Her back touched one of the quiet ones whose brown skin looked like burned wood. No hair covered the rounded head of jagged rock and she felt bad for the being's mother that had to give birth to such a monstrosity. How she hated these things.

They spoke excitedly as Maggewetok and her family remained quietly wondering where they were being taken.

Turning, the fierce one in a front chair eyed her and motioned. "E'ama tod miken ni as. Shor'mu git ni mas."

"Ay," one of the guards behind her replied. Hazel brown eyes locked with the sickly green corneas of the fierce one and he grinned and turned back to the world outside them.

Tall qarmaits flanked either side of their floating one as they turned a few times, then stopped. One guard near the door to their left pushed it open and stepped outside while the one behind Maggewetok grabbed her, lifted her over the others and handed her, kicking at him, to the one outside.

"Maggewetok," her brothers screamed and she eyed them as another guard kept the rest inside, tears streaming.

"Never forget home," she implored. "The Great Father will protect you." Pushed towards the large, double doors to the immense qarmait she couldn't take her eyes from the rest until the large green one pushed the door closed, shutting out their cries for her.

A hand grabbed her chin and the fierce one yanked her gaze to his as he leaned over, eyes narrowed. "Iorn maih joka," his head motioned to the floating qarmait threateningly and his face drew closer. Hot breath steaming her cheeks. "Miu tahn." The tone told her everything his words couldn't and she sighed angrily. He let her go, then turned and continued leading them to the doors, then stopped. Long fingernail pushed a small, blue fire on the wall and they waited.

Soon, another man in black opened the door. His white hair streaked back tightly to his head made her think it was painted on as cold, blue eyes looked at her, then the fierce one. They exchanged a few words and then were allowed inside. Shiny floors, colored like the sun matched many other things on the walls. Wooden furniture sculpted in various ways made her admire the craftsman, even if she hated everything and everyone around her.

They entered another room full of similar design and stopped as the man in black motioned to another dressed in dark grey robes. A necklace hung about his neck and rested on his chest the color of the sun and sparkled like waves in the daylight. She ignored most of what was said as her hazel brown eyes studied him, then went to the tiny, white stick that he handed the fierce one. They all looked down at her and she remained resolute until the fierce one and guard turned and left them. She moved to follow, but a hand rested on her shoulder and kept her from leaving.

"Aira mu tik na thon," the robed one said as she turned and noticed the one holding her by the shoulder nodded in agreement, then pushed her from his presence. She had been traded to this one, she surmised quickly as they walked down a long hallway and turned right into another room. This one less adorned than the others, she stopped as her darkly clothed escort opened a tall, metal box and retrieved something, then pulled out what appeared to be a belt. It's oddly shaped pieces then made her realize it was for the head and she backed as he closed the door and turned to her.

He pointed at her angrily, "Jay ope'ad. T'an."

Maggewetok wanted to run, but knew there was no place to go and stood her ground. Warily, she watched as he motioned to the chair to her left, then yelled, "Ni!!"

"You don't scare me," the ten-year-old yelled back.

"Y'at nou FEN!!" Long arm reached down and grabbed her by the wrist as she fought back, punching him with her left as he forcefully pulled her to the chair, then shoved her into it. She kicked him in the midsection and he doubled over. Drawing back for another strike, he backhanded her hard. Stars exploded in her eyes as her torso arced over the arm of the chair. As she tried to regain her senses, the small belt was jammed on her head and her mind filled with conficting thoughts. She fought against it, trying to reach up and take it off, but he intercepted that attempt. One hand pinned hers to her lap as images and words began filling her mind in a jumble of mass confusion. Before too long, the fight was over and the subject placidly rested in the chair and learned.