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authors note:
I wrote this chapter around 2 - 1.5 weeks ago which is the amount of time I have procrastinated on writing chapter 3 :D, and have not proof read it before posting I just feel like spoiling you with content tonight. If you spot any spelling/grammar mistakes on this, and any of my other stories, feel free to point them out. love ya <3
- a very tired author
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The Athenis' former navigator, Yasmine Nash, often experienced an 'itch' at the back of their throat; This said 'itch' would cause them to cough, and drink in excess amounts of water. This of course caused troubles with rationing, so they had to let go of Nash. Ziteha is now understanding Nash's 'itch', hers being of course being Mialeigh, and whoever the boy is.
Ziteha was in the cramped engine room taking stock, a job far below her standing, contemplating what to do next. This mission started out messy, but she didn't think it could get worse.
50 of Athenis best associates, have now been whittled down to 3. How did she let this happen? The Athenis finest ship: vaporized. 47 of the best associates: dead or missing in action and the only thing she has to show for it is the Lite's daughter.
Ziteha tried not to think about XiaZhita's face while moving on to checking for trackers in the ship's engine. "First my darling XiaChita, and now the Business" he would say "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with this responsibility."
Her thoughts were shaken when she heard a tiny choked sob coming from a medium plastic crate, used for storing extra tool bits and such. She pulled out a sleek onyx dagger from her black close fitting uniform, the shaw she had earlier thrown off not wanting to cover it in grease, and approached the box.
"Xia hu rye" she murmured to herself, a fernadaian phrase for good luck
Ziteha gently hovered her hand over the bin's lid, and then ripped it off. Inside shaking, surrounded by extra engine parts, was a boy.
He couldn't be any older than 13. Dark mocha skin, deep brown eyes and a mess of thick black hair on his head. He had this tinge of familiarity, then it hit her: Lincoln Benjamin Lite, he was the result of an affair then his father married the mistress after finding out she was pregnant with a boy, and left his first wife. 12 years old, height 5'0 weaknesses, everything. But most importantly, Ziteha finally had some good ransom.
Loxia has blessed her today
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