Sometimes that which you seek is miles behind you, what you refuse to see results in an opportunity missed.
- Qanadra teaching
INARA
Samantha chortled at me. I couldn't get over how stupid her face looked when she laughed. I languished about, attempting to free myself from my inconvenient prison while this devilish imp pranced around me grinning like a fool. The security alarm blared heightening my panic. It's loud, incessant screech only second in horror to the raucous laughter of the woman I was sent to protect.
"Hope you enjoy burning in the molten iron rain on Jupiter princess" Her curtsey complimented the snarky title she gave freely and further solidified the mockery of my situation. I was born of poverty. My people emerged from and returned to dust without disturbing the empire. Yet the slánaitheoir I was sent to rescue felt the need to call me princess. The irony was overwhelming.
I watched as the only hope for our planet sassily walked away, her blonde hair bouncing.
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The Reckoning
Science FictionIn the aftermath of the Coronavirus plaque, the world fell into unrest. Conflict and nuclear war led to the destruction of most plant and animal life on Earth. With no where to go but the stars, the human race has colonized and exploited the galax...
