throw up.
“Whether you like it or not, your race
belongs to us. But you have the power to make it easier for them,
and us. You are after all, the savior of the people.”
“Rand was right.” Henry didn’t look up;
instead keeping his eyes on the face of the woman he loved. “You
are worse than death.”
The rebel leader stood up, and carried
Emily’s body to one of the hospital beds along the wall. He laid
her there. Behind him, he heard Aric lifting up Rand’s corpse.
“I have to go around the ship, and help to
collect all the bodies.” Aric said. Henry refused to turn and face
him. “The enemy troops are all dead, but they tried to sabotage the
engines. Nothing too serious; they’ll be fixed by morning.
“I doubt they’ll try a direct assault again
for some time. With this humiliating defeat, we have brought them
to their knees. Another month and you’ll be in office on Earth.
“You have until then to decide, or we will
decide for you.” Aric then left the room, leaving Henry alone with
his thoughts and his grief.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Edward Punales is a writer and student. He
has written the short fiction collection, Symphony of
Humanity . He is a life-long fan of fantasy and science fiction,
and has written several stories and books under the pen name,
Edward Lange. Starting in early 2015, he abandoned that pen name,
and began writing and publishing under his real name. He lives with
his family in South Florida.
Author site:
edwardpunalesauthor.blogspot.com
Email:
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