experienced, and we don’t
know each other’s names. “Juordin.”
“Juordin,” she repeats.
Her accent is funny, but I like it.
“I’m Ande’ie. But you can call me Ande.” She
observes the bridge. “This…space…ship is huge for one person.” She
tests the word.
I nod. “It was built for four. But there
just aren’t that many of my people left.”
“The Ardaks?”
I swallow my rage. She has to know what
we’re going back to. “The Ardaks are insidious. Horrifying. It
would be better if they wanted slaves. Or women. Or children.
Anything except an empty planet.” I look into her eyes and I see
unshed tears. They won’t remain that way for long. “My planet
wasn’t given an opportunity to fight back. They released the toxin,
and a year from now, all ten billion of us will be gone. Although
the weakest—elderly, children, and those who have less stamina—have
already died from the initial infection, and many of the others in
the battles that followed.”
She gasped when I said the number, and now
her hands cover her mouth, tears slipping down her cheeks.
“Your people don’t have space flight yet,
princess. My people have spaceships, and healing bunks. We’ve cured
cancer, aging, and almost all other diseases. We tried everything.
Please believe me when I say there’s no way you can conquer this
toxin.”
She raises her chin. “Then I will go back
and take this toxin with them.”
I evade her gaze. “Unfortunately, that
opportunity has passed. You’ve been gone long enough that the toxin
will be inert. So you will live while the rest perish.”
She screams then. It’s loud, and shrill, and
heartbreaking.
I wasn’t expecting it, but I should have
been.
Her hands claw at her hair in grief.
It takes all of my strength not to reach for
her. Not to try to cuddle her as if she’s a child.
The Ardaks aren’t going to go away.
She’s a warrior. A princess.
As I am a prince.
It is for us to bear these things, to stand
upright when the rest of the world would bend.
I reach for her hand, and she takes it,
gripping it tightly.
We sit there in silence, holding hands and
staring out the viewscreen. It will be a long thirty-six hours
until we get back to Lla’ei.
9
Ande’ie
I hardly believe what Juordin has told me.
Everyone on my planet is going to die.
I can see his grief, and his anger.
But though he might believe I’m simply going
back to comfort them while they die, in my heart, I know there is
more I can do.
I’m going to help my people. And then we’re
going to help his people.
And I have only thirty-six hours to come up
with a plan.
To be continued…
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Juordin
I stare out the