With entire galaxies being overrun by a strange alien and his shadow-plasma beings, worlds combine their armies and their draftees to form 'CONDRO.' It's only a matter of time before Milos turns fourteen and is finally at drafting age; terrified by this thought, he signs himself up to avoid the anxiety. Though surprisingly graduating top of his class for piloting and strategic skills, nothing could have prepared him for his shipping out day.

Laila ~ "Night" 'Hoot, hoot.' "The stars scream the rhythm of my mind, body and soul. They say the things I never can." Cover by @elasticamerican °Some bad language° © 2015 | All rights Reserved | HoldMyWings ♥