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this one of your clan’s treasures?
    Emma smirks. “I guess you could call it that, sure.”
    “Then I thank you,” Tyr says solemnly, bowing his head, “for sharing this with me.”
    “What is your clan’s treasure?” Emma asks.
    Tyr rises from his seat and, with one smooth motion, pulls his golden blade from its sheath.
    Karen and Emma cower as he waves his sword around, the metal gliding through the night’s air. I fear Karen might have a heart attack with the way she jumps.
    “This is Suncleaver,” he says. “It’s been in my clan for generations.”
    He lays the blade down flat on his palms, showing off the many runes that cover the length of the blade.
    “This is the symbol of my clan,” he says, pointing to an intricate circle pattern. “And this one represents the continent where I’m from.”
    “What about this one?” Emma says, pointing at an indecipherable hieroglyph.
    “That one is most recent,” Tyr says. “I had it placed to remind myself of the duty I have to serve the truth, and shield the weak. I had it placed after I slayed the Emperor for his betrayal to our kind.”
    The room is dead silent, and Emma exchanges a bewildered look with me when he isn’t looking.
    So much for having a normal conversation with relatives! I gently elbow Tyr in the ribs. If we’re going to spend more time together, and it seems like we are, I’m going to have to teach him what polite conversation entails. The politicians we have assassinated are, generally speaking, not an accepted topic.
    Karen clears her throat. “What brought you here, dear?”
    I sit up straight, resting my hands on my knees. My fingers fidget with the fabric of my pants.
    Where do I even begin, after all this insanity? Will they believe me? It all almost sounds too strange to be true.
    I spill it all out. Every last bit of it. My meeting with Tobias, the explosion on the Vonnegut , how Tyr saved my life, and again a short while later when we were attacked in the desert. My relatives hang on my every word, and when I stop talking I notice my throat is parched and my arms are tired from gesticulating every sentence.
    I sit back in the couch, exhaling a large breath. I feel relieved for having gotten it all off my chest.
    “That’s how we wound up at your doorstep, auntie.” I grab Tyr’s hand and interlock my fingers with his. He holds my hand tightly, and I adore the feeling. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him.
    “It know it all sounds too crazy to be true, but… do you believe me?”
    “ I believe you, dear,” Karen says. “But I’m afraid no one else will.”
    She grabs the remote and turns on the holo-feed. The room bursts full of light as the familiar face of Central News’s anchor, Megan Martingale, fills the room. She’s as beautiful as ever, her hair pulled back into a tight bun, her face showing no sign of emotion. She’s a global superstar, the face of news on Earth.
    Growing up, she was one of my idols. I wanted to be like her. I always thought if I were ever in her position, I’d have the power to change the world. You could reach everyone! I met her once or twice in passing at the Central News’s headquarters, and both times I was too starstruck to say anything except gibberish.
    My smile fades instantly when I hear the words coming out of Martingale’s mouth.
    This can’t be right.
    This can’t be true.
    This has to be some sort of sick joke.
    Where are the hidden cameras?
    Where’s the show-host to tell me it was all a prank?
    Please .
    My fingernails dig deeply into Tyr’s skin, my knuckles turning white, as Megan Martingale’s businesslike voice drones on.
    “This is Megan Martingale, from Central News. We’re coming to you live with a new update regarding the explosion that took place on Vonnegut Station this afternoon. We have confirmation from the Federation that this was indeed a Zoran attack, but what is most shocking is that the Zoran had help from the inside .”
    My own face