say that it had exploded shortly after leaving the popular refueling station. The unofficial report states the fighter was believed to have been damaged when a short-haul freighter came in to quickly and struck it. “I’m so sorry, my daughter,” Ajaska murmured as he ran his hand over the silky, blond strands. “He did not suffer,” Ajaska reassured her even as his eyes closed as pain swept through him. “NO!” Star’s muffled cry of pain and grief poured out from the center of her soul. Ajaska caught her as she collapsed, sobs tearing at her tiny body until he feared she would harm herself as she shook. He picked her up in his arms and turned to enter the South House, heading toward medical. Star’s wretched sobs echoed as he moved through the silent corridors. Torak followed, holding River’s weeping figure protectively against his body. His own face twisted with grief as he followed his father. *.*.* Star sat in the chair by the window, staring out at the gardens with unseeing eyes. It had been a little over a week since Ajaska told her that Jazin had been killed. She remembered very little of the first few days. A numbness had settled around her. She knew what was going on but she was more of a ghost observing everything from the outside instead of being a participant. She didn’t remember eating, drinking, or sleeping. She knew who came and who went but that was all. She didn’t respond to anyone; not even to River who came daily to spend time with her. “Star, try to drink some of this,” River was saying as she held a cup out to her. “It is a broth that will help you keep your strength up.” Star fought down the bile that rose at the smell of the liquid. She turned her head slightly away from the smell. She heard River’s sigh and the sound of the cup being set down on the table. In the background, she heard someone knocking on the outer doors. The knocking became more persistent until River finally released a muttered oath and stood up to answer it. Star heard muffled voices from the other room before footsteps echoed quietly against the tiled floors. She didn’t know who had come to visit. She didn’t care. She was waiting. For what, she didn’t know for sure. Perhaps for the numbness to wear off. Perhaps for someone to say there was a mistake and Jazin hadn’t been killed. Perhaps for death so she couldn’t feel the mind-numbing pain that was eating away at her. She didn’t know and really didn’t care. She would sit here and wait. “Star,” River called out softly. “Madas is here to see you.” She didn’t respond. She listened as River explained to Madas that she had been unresponsive since the sedative the healer gave her wore off after the first day. Madas asked several questions before asking River if she would mind if she spoke to Star alone. “I need to check on Torak. He has taken this hard as well,” River was saying. “Please let the guard know before you leave. I don’t want to leave her alone for too long.” “I promise she will not be left alone,” Madas hissed out softly. “Do not give up hope yet, Lady River. There are some things that are yet to be revealed.” River looked inquisitively at Madas for a moment before she nodded. “I’ll be back soon, Star,” River said quietly as she walked over and knelt next to Star’s chair. River squeezed her friend’s hand tightly. “I love you, little sister. Never forget that.” River rose and nodded tearfully to Madas before quietly leaving. Madas watched as the slender figure walked out. What she had to say was for the little warrior’s ears only. The Gods had sent a message and Madas firmly believed it was time for the little warrior to prove how fierce she could be. Madas looked at the still figure sitting in the chair. The light played with the colors of spun gold in her hair. Her face was still, almost serene. It was as if she was waiting for something. Perhaps she was waiting for