Tampering with devotion.

Zylorinas' Path.

Planet Throcia. A thriving race known as Throkkans, many years ago opened up their planet for other species seeking refuge. Each species were given time and resources to collect themselves, being allowed to stay for no longer than 60 years.

Not all were friendly, trying to overtake them time and again. Every last one failed and paid the consequences. Among those of this era, Humans, known to Throkkans as Secotrans needed aid. they've been inhabitants for 41 years, hardly causing much of a ruckus in the majority of their stay, until 11 years ago. Now tension and unease are murmuring in the ears of both sides. And a young female Throkkan will come to know more of it than she ever wanted.

Zylorina Vi Censeri is the last line in her family, crushed that she has to attend the funeral of the only father figure she's ever known, she can't help but do what she's always had to, endure.

Her loss will be fresh, recognized, and gradually accepted, but her gain: unexpected, hesitant, and possibly short-lived. As easily as shattering glass, it apparently can be broken, as if they'll fall into a sea of sand, their pieces will be difficult to find. It was only supposed to be a funeral, but something bigger was waiting for her. Now, while trying to help right a wrong, she has to choose; which would be right, which would be her choice, and hers alone.

Being bonded or being bound.

Is there a difference?

Should there be?