Pray To Forget

Slumber.

The captain had found a vacant guest room that I was able to use. 

"Tomorrow we'll discuss how to take down the Silence." Jim tells me as I fall on the comfortable, small bed.

I nod and the door is shut behind him. With a flick of my wrists, the lights are out. I burrow beneath the blankets and begin to question what I was doing here. It felt as if I was being treated as a child. 18 was young, yes, but I was wise. Now, I seemed naive. My guard must be thrown back up, and tightened. I could not allow my thoughts to be swayed by the likes of Jim Kirk.

Did they want information about the Papal Mainframe? Why were they so kind to me? I decided that if they asked about Tasha Lem, there would be trouble. I would never speak about Tasha to anyone. That would surely guarantee me an execution if I ever returned to The Church.

Again, my mind wanders to Guaillion, my home planet. Almost every night before I slept, I thought of my home. The skies were deep indigo on nights like this, and a pale blue on mornings. The rolling hills were aqua green, the  sea green mixed with blue. Stout mountains cropped up everywhere. 

I used to sit by the statue of the Catra. They were guardians of many things. Carys, the one in our garden, protected our land from disease. It is how my family got our surename. One fateful day, a dark crack appeared in the statue. People, animals, even plants became sick. My father prayed to the spirits but nothing helped. The Elders contacted the Papal Mainframe. I was chosen as a sacrifice for the safe keeping of Guaillion. I was given up to the Church by my family. But the Church did not harm me. I grew within its walls.  

All these thoughts had made me even more weary. I close my eyes, and fall into a deep slumber.