There is an old, old saying: “Honesty is the best policy.” Yet apparently there are also times when “Tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth,” another old, old proverb, is just not right for the situation at hand.
This is such a time.
Having told her village of the imminent danger of an attack by a technologically vastly superior enemy bent on enslaving all who survive, condemning everyone to torture, Storm cannot simply leave them without any hope. Saying she has no idea how to protect anyone except her mom, Temoth, and maybe ten or twelve of her favorite cousins, aunts and uncles, would not go well at all. She has to say something else.
Why didn’t she think of only warning those she probably could protect? Too late now.
There was a reason for not doing so, wasn’t there? Come to think of it, there’s no way her mom would’ve agreed to saving herself and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. If Storm is to get her mom to safety, she must be made to think everyone else has a chance as well. A better chance without her there with them.
Storm must have known this all along. Just not on a conscious level until now.
“As the Storm Trident I can transport everyone to another world, where the enemy will not find us,” Storm hears herself say.
This is not entirely true. Perhaps if she’d been this Storm Trident thing longer, had more practice with it, maybe then she could’ve transferred everyone all at once. As it is, she could probably transfer quite a lot of them somewhere, but only a few at a time, and the attack would definitely commence long before all of them were out.
Add to that the fact that she still had trouble reaching the exact time and place she was aiming for. What if she transferred people off this planet only to have to watch them die someplace where the Trident alone could survive? Say, in the vacuum of space, or between the molecules of a mountain.
That would not do.
The only safe place that Storm felt sure she could reach with any accuracy while taking others with her, was a cave deep inside a nearby asteroid. She’d found herself jumping there again and again during the time she was enjoying her newfound powers as the Storm Trident. The cave had breathable air, and plentiful plantlife. What it did not have, was a lot of space for too many people.
She also wouldn’t really know just when in time the jump would lead them. It could be next week, next year, a hundred years in the past, but the Trident knew that both the asteroid and the cave were stable for a few millennia in either direction. Storm would not miss the duration of viable conditions inside the cave. Not when the window of opportunity was that big.
She just had to make sure her mom and what others she could take would be willing to go there. If they resisted, it could break her concentration, and anything might happen then. Though probably nothing good.