Finding Time

Chapter 17 - Nova Planet Niromi

The ships were coming. Nova could make them out in the distance. If they were here, then they had already come for the Draconians too. Right now, thousands of them were losing their beautiful bodies and turning into scaly monsters. The secret to time travel was safe. It was being broadcasted to Zeta Rectiuli - an area of space with little grey men with fast acting minds. Of course, however, the Lyrans would succeed in turning the Reptilians evil and making their emptire into something that had bnever been before, but in it lay the seeds of their own destruction: Beings of light that wou5tld come to take back the fight.

Nova smiled at the expanse of stars. She truly never imagined in her life that she would end up saving the universe, but she would still miss the added comfort that love could bring. That Draco could forget her so easily, and be moving onto starting a family without her. Life is so funny - how it takes from us so that we give more than what we get, and opens doors that we never knew existed.

She drank the sleeping potion. Hher stomach lurched - she fell to the ground as the ships approached. With one last look, she smiled, and it is there she died.

...

He found her on the beach and gave a startled cry.

"Is this the traitor?"

He hunched over her. Kissed her lips. Breathed into her mouth, pressing compressions into her chest.

"I have to save her. She could still live if we tried to save her."

"But she is dead sire. She must have been out for hours. There's no way to bring her back if the blood flow to the hear has stopped ."

"Don't you see? She died to save us."

"I see. So she wasn't working for the Draconians after all but for a future only she could see."

Andromeia was shocked and nervous at the sight of him hunched over the girl. She ran over, ready to give any comfort that she could.

"Draco, we must give her a proper burial" said Andromeia. She rubbed her hands on his back.

He swatted her hands away, tears spilling out of his eyes.

"No. She could still live. She deserves to live.

Andromeia wasn't happy at this, but she stayed silent. They took her back to their palace, where he build a lab of his own. There, the machine took task to regenerating Nova bit by bit.

It would take years, however. By that time, Andromeia was already sick of his grief. She took multiple lovers, angry at realizing that Draco's attention now belonged to Nova and his past.

...

It was one night that she yelled to him about it.

"I've been with other people! Don't you feel bad about that!? You couldn't even pay any attention to your wife, and now she is in the arms of other men. Now she's drinking and hurting herself. Doesn't that bother you?"

He was hunched over, looking at instructions for cyro chambers. His hope was that he could transform the original design, making for equipment that could restore and maintain life.

He was angry at the revelation of his wife, but not surprised.

"It's your own fault, I think. You've always had an uncertain temper."

"Oh? It's my fault? How about paying attention to me? How about not running away when conversations get tough? You can't even do that. You can't manage to do that can you?"

"I guess I'm not in love with you anymore, considering what you have done" he sighed.

"You never loved me to begin with!" she yelled. "You were only in love with the idea of what you wanted me to be."