Knight Saga Book 1 Chapter 1

Earth

Black clouds have covered the Earth blocking the sun for 5 years making sure that none of its life-giving and sustaining light could reach the surface, and in that time, the seas had long since been drained, the water from them stored in the black nanotech cloud, and most of the plant life had been extinguished what little remained was used to feed the invaders. Domesticated animals had been claimed by them as well; the wild ones were either dead or off-world being treated like pets.

The air was artificially filtered by the clouds of nanotechnology that now made up the Earth’s atmosphere controlling the temperature, which was kept at 95° Fahrenheit, and humidity, kept high enough to make it feel like the heat was sticking to their skin like hot super glue, all over the planet.

The smell of decay surrounding everything and everyone, it was the only thing the tech wouldn't do. This same nanotech produced just enough light so that they could barely see what was in front of them. Open pit mines covered almost half of the surface, making it look more like a moon than a planet.The humans didn’t know what the invaders were looking for but they assumed they were after the precious metals that they once held dear.

The war that had been raged for the planet was an intense one with many of the bravest soldiers making the ultimate sacrifice in hopes their death would not be in vain. Unfortunately the invaders were better equipped, trained and had the unfair advantage of far more advanced technology in both combat and healing. The invaders eventually won with minimal losses, and now the once proud human race was now all in chains no matter the color of skin or religion all wore the same chains and rags, basically tee shirts with the back cut or ripped out to make it easier for the wardens to whip those under their charge the wardens carried lanterns to ensure they hit their targets and not each other, the same obsolete universal translator forcefully implanted in their brains directly on to the auditory cortex by their captors, and all had the same confounded task: Dig till you are close to death then either go to the Infirmary, where if they deemed you were useful enough to continue working you were restored to health, or die on the hot dry ground to later be used to feed the living. One group was currently getting ready to be taken to the Infirmary that resided in what used to be Los Angeles; they had bceen walking for hours. It was difficulties to tell where they were. Many of the buildings that had once covered the Earth were now piles of rubble and debris.

This was the work of the Zelroge, an extraterrestrial race that had enslaved the people of Earth under the order of Iscariot, a tyrant who delighted in causing misery just for the fun of it. The Zelroge all had the same grayish skin color. The men had a lighter shade while the women had a darker one. Just like humans, they varied in height, weight, hair, and eye color.

“Get up corpses; it's time to get you all to the Infirmary so you can be healthy again.” One of the wardens said as he whipped a young man in the back as he helped an older man to his feet who had fallen due to being whipped.

That makes eight hundred thirty-seven. The young man thought as he felt the blood flow start. The young man was about 19 years old and had light blue eyes, and long light brown hair that reached down to the middle of his back, unfortunately, it was kept in a ponytail to make it easier for the wardens to whip him if he “got out of line”. He was about average height for his age, about 6 foot 2, however, he was not the average weight, in fact, his skin clung to his bones and what little muscle he had left. Even though he worked in the mines he was so malnourished that he wished he could lie down and die but even that could be taken away by the wardens who kept medics close by in case someone tried to do just that. Before the earth was conquered he was the hire to a technological empire that reached around the world and a little beyond. His father had been on Mars, seeing if it would be possible to finance some colonies there, seeing as the moon had already been overtaken by multiple competitors. At least, that's what he had been told by his mother.

“Are you still counting?” The man he had helped up asked.

“It helps me keep my sanity.” The young man said calmly. In the five years that he had been a slave he had gone through a lot, and most of the human race could say the same, those that were alive anyway.

“You know, Arthur, if you really wanted to, you could just turn around and try to fight. I've seen you handle a blade. Heck, all of the wardens know your reputation in the rings.” The man said as he tried to cover his own fresh wound.

“You know what happens to those who try to fight.” Arthur replied quite annoyed that the man had used only his last name. “And how many times have I asked you to call me by my first name? We’ve been friends for long enough.” He said with a little humor in his voice. He had almost forgotten what his name was a few times.

“I’m sorry, John.” The man said as he threw a piece of cloth onto the wound. The dirt that was ingrained into the fabric stung more than the open wound had, but John kept the pain hidden.

“Hey, corpses don’t you try to heal each other before you get there, or they may send you to the rings.” The main warden said as he smiled. The head warden was a fairly tall and slender individual; he was bald, and from the little available light, he appeared to have black eyes, the kind sharks had often been described with. He enjoyed having people sent to the fighting rings. There were only two kinds of people there: the living and the dead. The dead were used to feed the living, and those that didn’t eat starved and died in a fight only to be fed to the person that killed them. There were a few ways to get rejected from the fighting rings: one was simply to refuse to fight any opponents you were sent to fight, refusing to kill your opponents every time you beat them, or being deemed unfit to fight by the "medics". John had been rejected for refusing to kill his opponents.

“Hold!” One of the other wardens said as he saw the lights of a Dirt Runner coming their direction. This one was shorter than the main warden but he had more muscle mass, it was rumored that he could break bone with every swing, which John would constantly say wasn't too hard considering how weak the human race had become.

“Who is it, and what does the pain want?” The main warden said as the Runner came to a stop, the lights almost blinded the humans. When John’s eyes recovered he could see that the Dirt Runner looked like something out of a classic science fiction movie, it was bright red and had two rows of seats, and also appeared to be big enough for four normal-sized people, the only thing that really made it stand out to John was the fact it appeared to be convertible. “What do you want, General Corendo?” The main warden asked once he saw who it was.

The general looked around at the humans who were standing up. “I’m looking for a slave that my daughter can train with. She feels her skills with a sword are starting to lose their edge.” He stated calmly. General Corendo was a fairly tall individual. He was at least six and a half feet tall and was well-built. His hair was dark brown and was fairly short and looked like a business cut, and his eyes were green like much of the long-dead plant life used to be, he wore dark blue cargo pants and a navy blue polo shirt with a simple breastplate that was engraved with a serpent. He had two swords at his side, a rapier, and a hand-and-a-half sword. Both were very plain-looking. His voice was gruff but also soft. John had heard that type of voice being used by his father during business negotiations but thought it best not to test his theory.

“I’ve got just the one for you, sir.” The Main Warden said as he went to John. “This one is quite the fighter. I had him personally sent to the rings on multiple occasions.” He added, patting John on the back, making sure to miss the open wound.

“How good is he?” Corendo asked, looking at the walking skeleton.

"In the rings, he's never lost a fight. When some of my men were being 'a little too aggressive’ he made them back down." The Warden replied calmly.

"He's that good?" The general asked, slightly shocked. He had never been to the rings; the sight of human blood made him feel ill. He didn't know if it was the color, the smell, or both.

“Care to test him?” the warden asked, trying not to smile, placing his hand on the short sword he wore on his right hip. Ready to draw it and hand it to John should the general ask.

“No, I'll take your word for it this time.” The general said calmly.

“You know he has two friends that are just as good at hand-to-hand combat. Maybe you should take them as well.” The main warden suggested as he looked at two other boys.

“I just need the one.” The General said, getting annoyed.

“I’m afraid that they are kind of a set. You can’t take one without the other two.” The warden informed the general as he approached him. “Besides, they have some interesting marks on their backs.” He added quietly.

“What kind of ‘marks’?” The General asked, looking at John.

“This one has a bird of some kind, and the other two have a big cat and some kind of winged lizard.” The warden replied, starting to let his smile show.

“Are you serious?” The general asked as he looked at John.

"Yes. You should know what those marks mean." The warden said, slightly aggravated but also calm.

"I know very well what they mean." General Corendo snarled. "If they have them." The general snapped, looking at John.

"You three! Turn around and show me your backs." The warden shouted, pointing his whip at John and two others. The young men followed instructions, knowing it would be less painful that way. Once they had done so, the warden changed the settings on his lantern, revealing the general shape of a bird, winged lizard, and big cat to the General.

"By the Ruler." The General said, his breathing had become erratic.

“You really should take all three.” He suggested, not caring if his smile was seen.

“Fine. I’ll take all three. The other two can serve in the kitchen.” The general agreed, slightly annoyed. "Why are the marks so badly damaged?" He asked sternly.

"I swear I wasn't the one who did it. They were sent back to me from the rings. It might have happened there, but I'm not sure." The warden lied before turning to John and the other two. “It’s your lucky day, boys. You get to be the personal slaves of a general.” The warden said as he unlocked the shackles around John’s hands and feet before heading to the other two boys.

Once the three young men were freed from their chains and in front of the general, he told them to get in the Runner. They followed orders without hesitation.

“Where are we going?” John asked as the Runner took off, leaning against the seat in front of him hoping not to get blood on the seat.

“To my house.” Corendo answered as he looked at the three boys. “I need one of you to train with my daughter so she doesn’t lose her edge as a swordsman, and the other two can serve in the kitchen.” Corendo added.

“Why us?” One of the others asked. The young man was maybe a few inches shorter than John, but he was even less healthy. His black hair reached down to the middle of his back and was matted, almost looking like one big dreadlock. his eyes were brown around the pupils but had a layer of greenish-brown surrounding them. He was two years younger than John, but he was smarter and tougher than he looked.

“Mike, don't ask questions that you might not like the answer to.” The other snapped as he looked at the General. “Sorry for my brother asking.” The last young man apologized quickly. He was the same height and age as John but he was in slightly better health; his hair was black and had just recently been cut due to it being “too long” and barely reaching his shoulders, and his eyes were light brown. His right eye had a scar that went across it, a memento from the first time he stood up to a warden.

“Hey Dagonet, keep yourself in line.” John said to his friend. “Since you know their names you might as well know mine: I'm John.” He added, in the hopes of being called by his name and not something else.

“So your names are John, Dagonet, and Mike? Good. And to answer your question, Mike, because I only wanted John, but I got persuaded into taking you two as well.” Corendo said as he sped through the desert.

“How long do you plan on keeping us?” Dagonet asked calmly.

“Till I feel like I don’t need you anymore.” The General said, knowing that was a lie. Please let Treuer give me the all-clear soon. The General thought as he raced across the barren wasteland.

It wasn’t long before they reached the General's house; it looked like someone had done their best to fuse Edo Era Dojos and American southwestern/Mexican fortresses. The outer wall looked like it had been covered by mud and was left alone to dry, whereas the inner walls had the wood exposed. Each wall they passed, the light got a little brighter until they could clearly see their surroundings. Once the Runner reached, what the three assumed was the garage the Runner set down, and the general stepped out. “Okay, you three get out.” The general said as he opened the door for the three.

"Welcome back, general." An older Zelroge said before looking at the boys. "I guess they were cheaper if you got more than one?" The Zelroge said, trying to have some humor in his voice. This particular Zelroge looked like he was approaching his twilight years even though he moved like a man in his 20's. He wore a light blue suit that made things just a little brighter for the boys.

"No, Col. I'll explain later. Please have the healing pods prepped, and get some cleaning areas ready as well." General Corendo said as he removed his swords and breastplate, handing them to Col.

"Very well, sir. I'll let the kitchen know to prepare for dinner as well." Col said, walking away.

“Welcome home, Dad.” A young woman said as she saw the boys. She looked about 19 years old. Her skin didn't have the traditional gray coloring of a Zelroge; it had some tan and even a little pink. Her hair was a dark brown and down to the middle of her back in a loose braid, and her eyes were like the waters of the Caribbean, depending on the light they were either crystal blue or green. She wore a dress that was clearly designed to hide her figure and allowed her to move around freely. It was lavender with pink highlights around the seams with a sash that was clearly meant for a sword to be attached to. She had softly angled cheeks and her voice was soft but also had a slight edge to it. “Why did you get three?” She asked, confused.

“I didn’t mean to. I was persuaded to get the other two.” He responded, slightly annoyed but willing to explain why if his daughter asked for a further explanation.

“Okay.” His daughter said as she looked at the boys one at a time. “Which one is going to be my sparring partner?” She asked her father as she continued to examine the three boys. If this is the best the slave camps have to offer, Iscariot is a better liar than I thought. She thought.

“This one.” The General replied as he pointed at John.

“He’s too skinny.” The General’s daughter responded, her nose crinkled as if she had smelled something foul. John didn't blame her for making the face. He knew he was filthy and probably smelled worse than he looked.

“Now So’Ma, you and I both know that we need to get him back to full strength before you two start sparring.” The General said calmly.

“I doubt he even knows how to use a sword.” So’Ma said, looking at John.

“You’d be surprised.” John interjected, looking at the young woman finally allowing his annoyance to get the better of him.

“I was wondering when you were going to speak to me directly.” So’Ma replied, her voice containing a slight giggle.

“When someone infers that I don’t know how to use a sword, I feel it’s best to chime in.” John said, regaining his composure. “I’m John, by the way.” He added calmly.

“By-The-Way? That’s an odd last name. Isn’t it?” So’Ma asked, looking at the boy.

“My full name is Jonathan Artorius. Not by the way.” John responded nonchalantly before he looked at the General and noticed his face had lost some color. “What’s the matter?” John asked, slightly worried.

“Artorius. As in Lucas Artorius?” The General asked, his breath slightly erratic.

“Yeah, that’s my dad. How do you know him?” John replied, slightly puzzled.

“The Ruler of the Stars has quite the sense of humor. I’m General Cornelius Corendo.” The General commented, calmly.

“Pleasure. Now, what did you mean by that?” John asked, trying to keep his temper in check.

“Your father is well known to our people.” Cornelius said, with a slight chuckle.

“My dad was a businessman here on Earth my whole life. He may have on a few occasions gone as far as Mars, but he never left the solar system.” John responded, slightly confused.

“I think you need to contact the Knight Council. They'll want to know of this.” So’Ma said, looking at her father.

“I will as soon as Treuer gives the all-clear.” Cornelius replied calmly before turning to the boys. “John, Dagonet, Mike, how would you like something to eat?” He added keeping his composure.

“Sure. As long as it’s not what they serve in the slave camps.” Mike said, trying not to be rude. The "food" they had been served for the past five years was nothing more than manufactured artificial nutrients that were made to look like moldy, runny oatmeal. To make matters worse it was bland, water had more flavor than the mush.

“Trust me the meal you had last will be like sand compared to the meal you are going to have tonight. But first let’s get you three cleaned up and dressed in something that isn’t rags.” Cornelius said with a smile. "I'm sure it will be ready after you get yourselves cleaned up." He added waving his hand summoning another servant. "Van, take these three to the cleaning areas. Col should have them ready by the time you get there." He said to the servant. "Take all the time you need." The general said, giving the boys a slight nod.

"Of course, General." Van said as she motioned for the boys to follow her. Van appeared to be the same age as So'Ma but had the same dark gray color as the rest of the Zelroge women. She was of average build, had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She wore an outfit similar to Col but more tailored to her body.

"So what's it like working for the general?" John asked, his voice having some disdain. He didn't like the idea of being a personal slave to anyone much less a General. Some of the things he had heard about how some of the Zelroge generals were less than desirable. Some made the Devil look like an angel and there were others that were even worse. He had heard something of the Generals that were openly opposed to what had been done but didn't know if Corendo was one of them.

"He's a kind man. He didn't want to come here but the 'king' ordered it." Van said the same kind of disdain in her voice after she said the word king but the rest of her statement had been fairly pleasant. "We were happy at home." She added before taking a deep breath to calm herself. "I hope you are able to make yourselves at home here." Van added quickly before turning the corner.

“Why do you guys use swords and other melee weapons when it's evident you could just have the nanotech wipe us out with a snap of your fingers?” Dragonet inquired, genuinely curious.

“We prefer more civilized ways of combat and killing.” Van responded in a very straightforward way.

“Why does the general’s house look this way?” Mike asked, looking at the house as they walked through it.

“The general is fond of these particular styles. Many of his houses look like this, and he's not the only one.” Van replied, barely turning her head.

As she walked down the hall she would point out certain rooms and explain who it belonged to and what they did in the house and, to John and the other's surprise, how much they were paid.

"I thought you all were slaves." John finally said.

"With the exception of you three the general has never had slaves. He's always had paid staff." Van said with a smile.

"Then why did he come for us?" Dagonet asked even more confused. "Why not just have one of you guys be his daughter's sparring partner?" He added.

"She's beaten everyone else here." Van said, holding back her laughter. "She's placed either second or third in all the competitions she's entered." Van said her smile started to show. "Because of this she wants to try sparring with a human to see how well they hold up against her." Van concluded.

"Well the general couldn't have gotten a better partner for her than John. He used to get first place in all his competitions." Mike said, remembering the trophies John had won.

"That's going to be quite a pleasant change for So'Ma then." Van said as she stopped in front of two large doors. "We've arrived." She said pushing the doors open easily.

The cleaning areas were nothing like what the boys expected. They were thinking they'd be something like the bathrooms they'd seen in apartments they'd stayed in when they had gone on summer vacation but what they saw was more like the hot springs they had gone to when they went to Japan.

"Wow. And here I thought these weren't around anymore." Mike said as he started to undress only for nine servants to walk into the room.

"The General asked us to help you bathe. I'm Axel." One of them said, giving a slight bow. Axel was dressed in a dark brown jumpsuit, he wore a tool belt that had various brushes, combs, scissors and razors.

John felt uneasy about letting a Zelroge help clean his body. "I'd feel a little better if you didn't, but that's just me. I'm pretty sure Mike or Dagonet would like some help though." John said, trying not to offend them.

"Yeah. I'm kinda tired of having this thing on my head." Mike said, pointing to the dreadlock.

"That we can do." Axel said, looking at two of his coworkers. After ten minutes of cutting, cussing and calming Mike's hair was finally untangled and looked presentable. It was no longer than three inches but at least it wasn't a dreadlock.

John slowly lowered himself into the water because of the wound on his back Mike and Dagonet didn't have the same worry and almost dived into the water with reckless abandon. The boys took their time scrubbing the dirt from their bodies. John feared his skin would be translucent but was relieved to see that it was just very pale. Well the sun has been covered for five years. He thought calmly. What was truly impressive is that the water remained clean and clear despite how dirty the young men were. Axel explained the filter was the best they could get, he didn't say where they had gotten it just that it was the best.

When the boys emerged from the cleaning area they felt better than they had in a long time. John even said he felt human again. They had been given new clothes to wear. Not the light blue suits Col, Van and some of the other servants wore but something that was akin to tee-shirts and jeans. They made sure to pick different colors to make it easier to tell them apart. John had picked dark blue and a reddish orange, Dagonet had red and black, whereas Mike was white and orange. When they finished dressing they were escorted to the dining room where dinner was ready.

Everyone who lived in the house was there. The boys were asked to introduce themselves and after they had done so the rest of the staff followed suit.

Cornelius was true to his word about the food. The meat was perfectly cooked, the fruit and vegetables were crisp and juicy. John would pause after putting a bite of food in his mouth. He ate slowly so he could savor the flavors that had been taken from him and hoped that his body wouldn't reject it. Even the water tasted as if it had been blessed by angels. All three boys feasted till they were full, each eating as slowly as they could all for the same reason.

"You're a man of your word General, but just so you know sand tastes better than what they serve in the camps." John said calmly after setting down his eating utensils. “And I haven't had fresh fruit or vegetables in years.” He added with a smile.

"I was told humans were given food that had a decent taste to it." Corendo said, slightly concerned.

"It's decent for those who don't have tongues." Mike said, trying not to be snarky.

"How predictable. Yet another lie from the usurper." So'Ma said, shaking her head before taking a drink of water. Please let Zabono show up before we have to usurp the usurper. She thought, taking a deep breath.

"I thought he was your king?" Dagonet asked.

"He wasn't chosen by all the people. He made himself king and is only supported by those who have black hearts." Cornelius said, his voice clearly hiding his pain. Upon hearing that statement John couldn't help but picture a stereotypical cartoon villain from classic 70’s and 80’s cartoons, extra large, perfectly shaped and cared for, handlebar mustache, polished bald spot and all. He did his best not to laugh at the mental image and barely allowed a smile to form.

“So this Iscariot takes over your government and has you invade Earth. Why?” Dagonet asked, hoping for some answers.

“No one knows. Not even those he claims to trust the most.” Cornelius answered, taking a long deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.

"You know I'd rather not discuss this subject after such a delightful meal." John said not realizing he had quoted his father word for word at dinner parties where people would try to goad him into discussing politics.

Picking up on John's que Corendo took the opportunity to find out more about Earth. "I've heard a lot of facts about Earth but I've never heard any mythology from here." Corendo said quickly.

"We have a lot of different mythologies. Most of them are just what people liked from a different culture and changed things around to fit what they liked. Take werewolves for example, some cultures say they're nothing more than humans that embraced their animalistic side and slowly became animals over time, some they were people that were bitten by wolves and when the full moon rises they themselves become wolves, then you have another one where they're people who were cursed by a god or goddess as a form of punishment for something they did. The list goes on and on." John said, getting excited.

"Was there a way to cure them?" So'Ma asked, concerned by what she had just heard.

"In some versions the only cure was for the person to die, in others the person was cured if the one who turned them into a werewolf was killed or cured. Some legends say that if a loved one calls the werewolf by name, or acts in a loving way towards them such as giving them a kiss they will return to their human form. And there was even one type of wolf who could control when they changed and were able to keep their human intelligence." John replied, remembering all the research he had done on the subject.

"Don't forget that there weren't just werewolves but all sorts of were-beasts." Dagonet said, taking a drink of water.

"Other were-beasts?" Cornelius asked, getting concerned.

"Oh yeah. The Vikings used to have werebears." Mike said, being sarcastic.

"The were-beasts could be controlled?" So'Ma asked both confused and concerned.

"More like aimed." Dagonet said, shooting a stern look at his younger brother. "Many were-beasts weren't able to control themselves in their animal form." Dagonet clarified.

"Well I think that's enough of that." Cornelius chimed in, his voice fairly stern. “Tell me John, do you have any siblings?” he asked.

“I don't know if they're still alive but yes. A twin sister Lexa, an older brother Jackson, younger sister Gabrielle, and a younger brother Luther.” John answered, attempting to take a drink only to discover his glass was empty. He looked around for a moment to see if there was a pitcher, but couldn't see one so he gave up.

“We're they swordsmen like you?” So’Ma inquired, leaning forward onto the table.

“No. Lexa was a mixed martial arts fighter, Jackson was a debate master, Gabrielle was a gymnast, and Luther was a strategist.” John replied, his hand reaching for his empty glass only to stop when he remembered it was empty.

“Your mother must have been proud of you all.” Cornelius said, looking at his daughter.

“My mom encouraged us, cheered for our victories and helped us overcome our defeats.” John explained, as nonchalantly as he could be.

“I have a question.” Mike nearly shouted to everyone at the table.

“If you promise to lower your voice we'll answer it.” Col responded, scratching the inside of his ear.

“Why do the rest of you have gray skin but So’Ma doesn't?” Mike asked, genuinely interested in the answer.

“It's because So’Ma is half Zelroge, half Methren. And before you ask, no Methrens don't have golden skin. They look quite a bit like humans.” Cornelius explained, before looking down at the table. He missed his wife, these five years had felt like an eternity. He had no doubt the rest of the human race felt the same way.

“So what does she look like in sunlight?” Dagonet asked, hoping for a demonstration.

“I think it's time to go to bed.” Cornelius said, his voice stern and squeaky at the same time.

"I agree. Are we going to be in the same room as the other servants or do you have something else in mind?" John asked, unsure of the General's plan.

"Well if you don't mind I'd rather have you three stay in the Healing Room tonight." Corendo responded, hoping to keep the boys calm.

"Do we really look that bad?" Dagonet inquired, raising one of his eyebrows.

"I'd like to have your bodies in, as close to, perfect health as possible and it's going to take more than a good night's sleep for that to happen." Cornelius explained, as he prepared to stand.

"I'm not going to argue." John said as he placed his hands on the arms of the chair.

After receiving confirmation from the other two he escorted them to his personal medical pods. They were large glass and metal tubes with little pads floating in front of them. “These little beauties will get you back to proper health over the course of the night.” Cornelius said calmly.

“What are they?” Mike asked, looking at the pod.

“Healing pods. A gift from our sister planet Methra.” Cornelius replied calmly.

“Methra?” Dagonet asked, slightly confused.

“I didn’t name it.” Cornelius said with a slight chuckle.

“So how do we know that it’s not just going to change us into something else?” John asked, trying not to be rude.

“It only heals. If anything it will get you back to the peak of health before we came.” Cornelius said calmly.

“So if one of us was fat before all this it would put us back at that point?” Mike asked, trying not to smile at the thought of John coming out of the pod with a pot belly.

“I’m not 100% sure how it works, I just know that it has healed wounds that should have killed the person.” Cornelius said, looking at the boys.

“Well it couldn’t hurt.” Dagonet said as he climbed into one of the pods.

“Do they hurt?” John asked before climbing into one himself.

“No.” The General said calmly as the other two boys climbed into the pods the general lowered the lids and activated the pods making sure to activate the sleep cycle to speed up their healing.

The next day the pods opened one by one and the boys stepped out to examine themselves.

“I don’t remember being this slim.” John said, looking at his body. Before the Zelroge came John had an athletic build even though he didn’t consider himself athletic despite being on the track team. His father had asked him to join in the hopes that it would help him with his training as a swordsman.

“Hey John, your scars are gone.” Dagonet pointed out looking at John's back. "It's good to see the bird again." He added, referring to the mark on John's back. The mark wasn't like a birthmark or skin blotch, it looked more like a very expensive and very detailed tattoo of a bird that looked like a hybrid of a cardinal and a falcon. Each feather was a different shade of blue. Dagonet's mark looked like the traditional European dragon, its scales were black as a star less night, however, it was missing it's right front leg, and Mike's was like a Tiger it had white, orange and black stripes. They had been born with these marks and the older they got the more detailed they became.

“I was hoping to keep those.” John said jokingly.

“Not what I was expecting.” So’Ma said, looking at John.

“I think it malfunctioned because I wasn’t this slim before the invasion.” John said, trying not to be rude.

“They do that sometimes.” She responded “Luckily for you we have training for you to do so you should build some of your lost muscle mass back.” So’Ma added with a smirk. He’s not that bad looking after all. She thought, looking John over. Once she saw his back she let out a quiet gasp. The Mark of the Phoenix. She thought as she looked at Dagonet and Mike only to feel like she had a ton of bricks hit her. They're marked too? She thought, hearing footsteps coming from behind her.

“Ah you’re awake.” The General said entering the room. “I guess I didn’t set it right, you don’t look that much different than last night.” He said calmly.

“It’s fine. I’d rather build my body back up the natural way.” John said as the smell of cooking bacon filled his nose. “I assume breakfast is being prepared?” he added.

“Yes. Come to the dining room when you and your friends are ready.” Cornelius said as he left the room.

“You don’t happen to have any eggs cooking do you?” Mike asked, slightly embarrassed.

“And toast, I’m still trying to get my hands on some homemade jams and jellies.” Cornelius said, trying not to smile.

“Sounds good.” Dagonet said as he put his shirt on.

When the boys got to the dining room they noticed the table had the same place settings as before.

"Before you sit down do any of you have any special requests?" Cornelius asked calmly, looking at the three.

"I'm fine with what was made." John said the others nodded in agreement. “I don't want the cooks to have to make more than normal.” He added.

"Very well." Corendo chuckled. "If you ever want something feel free to ask. In my house you are not slaves, and I'm uncomfortable calling you servants but that's what you basically are." Corendo added with a very stern look.

"I understand." John responded calmly as Dagonet and Mike slowly nodded in agreement.

"How would you feel about calling us 'hired help'?" Mike inquired, hoping he wouldn't offend the General.

"How much would you like to be paid?" Corendo asked without missing a beat.

"Food and board." Dagonet responded, not wanting to push things too far.

"What about your freedom?" The general asked, confused.

"That can come later. When we've earned it." John said looking at his friends who gave their approval to the arrangement.

"Very well." The general said as he turned to one of his other servants. "Kale, could you have some contracts written for these three to be labeled as 'hired help'?" He asked calmly.

"Certainly sir." Was the response. "What tasks will they be assigned to?" Kale asked, hoping to get the details correct.

"John will be So'Ma's sparring partner, Dagonet and Michael will be assigned different tasks daily including assisting John in his task should So'Ma so desire." The general said quickly. "Their payment will begin with room and board followed by their freedom then salaries after that." He added with a smile.

"Very well General." Kale responded calmly.

After the contracts were signed, breakfast served and eaten the three boys were escorted to where they would be trained for their various tasks. John was taken to a courtyard at the center of the house, Dagonet and Mike were brought, first to the kitchen then to the bedrooms and bathrooms and given details as to what they would be doing in each of the rooms shown, when they were shown the garden Dagonet made a remark about how John was going to be jealous. By the time they had finished the tour it was mid-day and the three boys, naturally, were hungry again. When they discovered that the Zelroge didn't eat lunch they understood why breakfast and dinner were always large enough for two meals. However, they were provided snacks just so they could adapt to how the Zelroge ate. When dinner time rolled around the young men were even hungrier than before.

This night's feast was a little bigger than the night before. And the conversations were a lot more interesting and entertaining.

"So what do you think of my house?" Corendo asked, looking at the three boys at the dinner table.

"It's big and quite beautiful." Dagonet said calmly, trying not to nerd out on how it was an elegant blend of American and Japanese architecture.

"Believe it or not this house is smaller than the one I have on Metra, our home planet." Corendo said hoping he wouldn't sound like he was bragging.

"Not surprising." John said calmly. "Do you know any Methren's?" He added wanting to find out more about the Zelroge and their sister race.

"I know quite a few. You remind me of one of them, John." The general said calmly.

"What's his name?" John asked his curiosity peaked,

"Meglon." Corendo said calmly and respectively almost as if he was saying the name of a sacred deity. "If more people were like that man the universe would be a far better place." He said regret following his statement.

"Who's Meglon?" Mike asked his curiosity.

“Well to start things off he’s a farmer, a very good friend and a Knight.” Corendo said with a smile.

"How did you meet him?" Dagonet asked, hoping for a fun story.

"It was a very long time ago." Corendo started. "I was a slave just like you three. Being worked to death, the next thing I know, Meglon of Methra is standing over me, the Warden's whip wrapped around his arm, fire in his eyes demanding that all of the slaves be released." He continued with a chuckle. “One of the wardens charged at him and he simply side stepped him and the fool tripped, fell and knocked himself out.” Corendo chuckled thinking of that day.

"How old were you when that happened?" Dagonet asked, kind of shocked about the General’s past.

"I was almost 15 years old." Cornelius said with a smile. "I tried to bind myself to him via a life debt but he wouldn't allow it. 'I know what it's like to owe such a debt and I refuse to have anyone else bind themselves in such a way to me or my team.' He said looking into my eyes with such intensely I swear I could see fire and water at the same time." Cornelius added, his smile could be heard in his voice.

"What happened to him?" Mike asked, trying not to get his hopes up on meeting this Meglon.

"Oh he's still alive. Still doing what he does best in his spare time." Cornelius replied calmly.

"And that is?" John asked taking a drink of water.

"He was a farmer before he was a Knight." Cornelius said calmly, taking a bite of food. "In fact he was looking into buying some land on Metra before Zabono was usurped." Cornelius added slightly annoyed.

"I take it he was going to buy the land from you." Dagonet said, cutting some bread off the loaf.

"That's correct." So'Ma said, looking at the boys. "How'd you figure that out?" She asked, setting her eating utensils down.

"The annoyance in your dad's voice." John said bluntly.

"All communications with Methra were cut off that day." So'Ma said taking a drink.

"Makes sense. If I wanted to invade a planet I would do the same." John said, taking a bite of food.

"We didn't know what Iscariot was planning until it was too late." Cornelius said, annoyed at his stupidity.

"It's not your fault Cornelius." John and the others said at the same time.

"I know. I've just been trying to sell that land for the longest time." Cornelius said with a slight chuckle.

“What's Metra like?” John inquired.

“Last time I saw it it was akin to how Earth was before we came. Maybe a few more forests, and no the sky is not covered by the same clouds as the Earth. The clouds are there to assist in breaking the spirit of humanity.” Cornelius answered.

"Can we change the subject?" So'Ma asked calmly.

"Sure." Her father responded quickly.

"Have you been to every planet in the universe?" Mike asked out of curiosity.

"No. My duties don't allow for that kind of thing." The general said when he realized his anger was starting to build.

"How was your day, father?" So'Ma asked, hoping to help her father calm down.

"It was fine. Iscariot was demanding to know why I had taken three slaves from him. I told him that I had been coerced into taking two more than I had intended but was happy that I had been seeing how two members of my staff had been asking for retirement." Corendo said with a smile, having lied to the monster that he wished had never been born.

"That's good." So'Ma said, turning her attention to the boys. "What about you three?" She asked, trying not to be rude.

"Well I realized how weak I am. It's kind of pitiful when you can’t even lift a wooden practice sword." John said, slightly ashamed of how weak he had become.

"Don't worry you'll get stronger soon." She said turning to Dagonet and Mike. "What about you two?" She asked half expecting some kind of low key insult.

"Your house is one of the more interesting pieces I've seen." Dagonet said, unable to hold in his excitement anymore. What followed was essentially an essay on how they had married two design styles that were meant to be together into something of pure beauty. When he finished both Cornelius and So'Ma were speechless.

"Go on Dagonet, tell them how you really feel." Mike said, rolling his eyes.

"You're a student of architecture?" Cornelius asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah. It’s been a passion of mine for a while." Dagonet admitted not being embarrassed by his essay.

"What about you Mike?" So'Ma asked, hoping to find out more about the trio.

"Cooking." Mike said humbly.

"And you John?" Cornelius asked.

"Writing, cooking, swordsmanship, Genealogy, chemistry, farming, and other things in those general fields." John said hoping the pun would be detected by those who were present, the groans from his friends confirmed his suspicions.

"You and Meglon would easily get along." So'Ma said with a chuckle. "What do you think of your assignments?" She added looking at the boys.

"I'm going to enjoy it." Dagonet said with a large smile.

"Same here." Michael said, taking a look over his shoulder at the doorway. He thought he had heard a noise, like someone writing notes, but when he looked he saw nothing.

"I have to make sure I'm up to the task." John said calmly.

"We're not expecting any of you to start right away." Cornelius said, slightly shocked.

"I know that. I'm just wondering what kind of sparring your daughter and I will be doing." John said, hoping to get So'Ma to start bragging.

"I fancy myself a woman of the sword." So'Ma said with a smile.

“I mean what style of swordsmanship do you prefer?” John inquired, he was getting ready to list all of the styles he knew if she wanted to know what he could do.

“Well I think you'd call it ‘fencing’ but I'm open to learning new things.” So’Ma responded, her voice having a very slight flirting tone.

"Well I'm doomed." John said with a sarcastic grin.

"Yes you are." Dagonet said, trying to hide a smile.

“Van told me that you used to place first in all the competitions you participated in, so I highly doubt it.” So’Ma retorted, trying not to smile.

“Dagonet, what kind of weapon do you prefer?” Corendo inquired, genuinely curious.

“Oh I didn't really fight, but if I had to I could swing an Ax.” Was Dagonet’s embarrassed response.

“Before you ask, I liked to use Tonfa.” Mike chimed in.

“What's a Tonfa?” Corendo asked, naturally confused.

“It's like a police baton.” Mike answered, hoping that cleared things up only to be met with raised eyebrows from So’Ma and her father. After a few more failed attempts at explaining the weapon Mike gave up and drew a picture of one.

“Oh that's a Tonfa.” Cornelius said, looking at the picture. “We call them ‘battle sticks’.” He added

After dinner was finished the boys were escorted to their room.

"I hope you don’t mind sharing a room." Cornelius said, looking at the door before opening it.

"Not at all." The boys said hoping they would be sleeping on beds and not the floor.

“I hope you three enjoy your time here.” Cornelius said as the boys entered the room. There was three of everything in that room,

“I hope so too.” John said calmly.

After the door closed John looked at Dagonet and Mike. "Well what do you guys really think?" John asked calmly and quietly.

"From the conversations I had with the staff members we worked with, I think sticking with the general might be a good idea." Dagonet said bluntly. "What about you John?" He asked.

"You know how I felt about the Zelroge. The hatred that burned in my heart. The rage I tried so hard to contain. Being around the general, his daughter and his staff, I don't feel it. Maybe I was wrong. But I'm going to give it time. Eventually we'll be cast aside and sent back to either the rings or the mines." John said trying not to get his hopes up. So’Ma had been right outside the door, planning on wishing the boys good night, however, when she heard John say that she realized now would not be the best time. She walked away and bumped into Van.

“Hey are you alright?” Van asked her friend.

“Yeah. I think they need time to adjust to living here.” So'Ma responded, giving a gentle nod.

“I've been trying to put myself in their shoes but I can’t even begin to imagine what they've been through.” Van told So’Ma. “To tell you the truth I think John is kinda cute.” she added with a smile.

“He reminds me of Zethram. I don't know why. He just does.” So'Ma admitted to her friend.

“Hey Zeth will show up.” Van said, trying to comfort So’Ma.

“I need to get some sleep. We'll talk about this later.” So'Ma tried being polite about not wanting to talk about it.

“Good night then.” Van responded as she started walking away.

“Good night.” So'Ma replied, nodding her head and resumed walking.

That night as the boys slept Corendo contacted some of the Generals that shared his views.

"Is something wrong Cornelius?" Treuer asked when he answered. Treuer was about 5 and a half feet tall and fairly skinny; his skin was a slightly darker gray than Corend’s. He had an eye patch over his right eye. He wore light brown leather armor and had chains wrapped around his forearms with weights dangling off one end. He had short light brown hair and his one visible eye was brown. Even though he didn't look intimidating over a hologram in person was a completely different story. Unless you were one of the few he respected. Fortunately Cornelius was one of them.

"Sorry for the lateness of this communication, however I feel this is something that has waited long enough." Cornelius said calmly.

"What is it?" Treuer's daughter asked, her curiosity peaked. She was only a few years older than So’Ma but she didn't look it. Her skin was a little lighter than her father's but her hair was darker, her eyes had the same ferociousness as Treuer but they also had a kindness that was hidden deep within. She wore a sky blue shirt with sea green pants. Her weapon of choice, a whip, was at her side. Even though everyone close to her knew her name they still called her Valkyrie at her request.

"You know how I have three new 'slaves'? Well one of them is the son of Lucas Artorious." Cornelius said with a large smile.

"Are you certain?" Another general asked, their eyes appearing large from the shock. This was Volus, one of Zabono’s closest friends. He was exactly six foot tall, medium build, light gray skin, black hair and green eyes. Even though he wasn't holding it at the moment everyone knew he was a master of the staff and other pole arms. He wore a simple tan shirt and pants that were just a little big on him.

"Yes. The other two have the Mark of the Dragon and Tiger. I'm requesting permission to try and contact Meglon and inform him of this development." Cornelius answered calmly.

"Last I checked, any communication with Methra is still blocked. However I'll see what I can do to ensure you will be able to do so." Treuer said calmly.

"Thank you General." Cornelius replied with a slight bow.

"I don't know when I'll be able to open the line but it will take quite some time." Treuer warned trying to manage Corendo's expectations.

"I understand." Cornelius said calmly.

When Corendo awoke the next day he was shocked to find John and the other boys were already up, dressed and working on their tasks.

John was in the courtyard lifting an empty weight bar clearly trying to rebuild his body. Dagonet and Mike were in the kitchen scrubbing the floor by hand.

"You don’t waste time. Do you?" Cornelius had remarked to the young men when he saw this.

Their response was a single word: no.

Each young man paced himself and within a few months John was able to start using a practice sword and Dagonet and Mike were able to carry buckets filled with water to and fro throughout the house. It wasn’t long before John thought he could start sparring with So’Ma but Col asked if he could spar with John to gauge his skills which John was more than happy to show. Once John was able to defeat Col he was allowed to spar with So'Ma not only with swords but wit as well. John took his time to try and get to know as much about Cornelius and So'Ma as possible. He mostly wanted to know where So'Ma's mother was. If she was alive or off somewhere else. When Cornelius revealed that So'Ma's mother was a Methren and a member of the Knight Council he couldn't help but continue to ask questions about this Counsel and why they didn't stop the Zelroge from invading Earth. "Somehow all the communication signals were jammed." Cornelius had informed them. "And I'll tell you more about the Knight Council later." He added. He told them at dinner that night and informed them that his wife was on the Council. They also learned about the Knights and their purpose in the universe. Cornelius and So’Ma made sure to leave out one crucial bit of information: how the Knights were chosen.

During this time John, Dagonet and Mike discovered even more about what made the Zelroge come to earth and met quite a few members of the resistance against who had been dubbed "the Usurper". They figured it was his fault the Knight Council didn't stop the invasion. Among the Generals they met were Treuer and his daughter as well as the other generals Cornelius had spoken to the second night they had been there. Truer and John formed a quick friendship, and even spared a few times. When John found out the chains and weights on Treuer's arms were meteor hammers John practically begged Treuer to train him how to use them, much to So'Ma's dismay Treuer agreed. The lessons only lasted a few hours, mostly because John was a fast learner, and by the end of the night he was sparring with Treuer and landing an equal number of blows. Truer ended the training by warning John if he ever used that kind of weapon on So’Ma he wouldn't hold back and make sure no one would recognize him in this life or the next. To which John simply responded “the only ones I want to use this on are the ones who follow the Usurper.” Which made Treuer and the other Zelroge smile.

There were times when So'Ma asked the other two to join John in their sparring sessions just so she had more of a challenge and to distract her from what she began to feel towards John. During one of their sparring sessions So’Ma asked to use metal swords instead of wood. After discussing the dangers and setting some rules John agreed, only to regret it when he misjudged one of So’Ma’s attacks, missed the block and received a deep gash on the right side of his head just past the edge of his face but before his ear. So’Ma rushed with John to get him to a healing pod. Before So’Ma closed the pod John asked her if she could set it to where he could keep the scar. When she asked why he said he wanted to have a reminder to pay attention to his opponent and not get distracted by anything.

This went on for a year and before either one knew what had happened they realized that they had fallen in love with each other, but neither one was willing to admit it to the other or anyone else. However, after a long sleepless night So'Ma went and spoke to her father hoping for guidance from him. When she revealed that she thought she was falling in love with her sparring partner her father smiled and said that he had noticed that she and John had the same look when they saw each other.

"So what do I do?" So'Ma asked, unsure of what to do.

"What do you want to do?" Was her father's response.

"I want to tell him, but I don't know if he'll be open to this." So'Ma answered. "Their first night here John said that he hates our people."

"That was over a year ago. I wouldn't be surprised if his opinions have changed greatly since then. So just ask. Let fate decide the rest." Cornelius advised his daughter. "And you need to remember that when he first came to us he had been mistreated by our people for five years. One year may not be enough to heal all of those mental wounds." He added.

That same night John was tossing and turning. His mind raced with what was in his heart and mind. He tried to do so quietly as to not disturb his friends. "Shut up, stop it, let me sleep." Were the words he kept repeating hoping they would work.

"What's on your mind?" Dagonet asked as quietly as possible.

"It's nothing." John lied hoping it would be enough to make Dagonet drop the subject.

"My bologna has a first name." Mike retorted.

"It's none of your business." John responded curtly.

"Five to one it's So'Ma." Mike whispered to Dagonet just barely loud enough for John to hear.

"If it's going to shut you two up. Yes. It's So'Ma. I think I'm falling in love with her. Okay?" John said, slightly aggravated and slightly embarrassed.

"Thought so." Dagonet said as he sat up in bed. "I know that you're worried about how she'll react. I would be too if I was in your shoes but if you care for her talk to Cornelius first. That way you won't catch him off guard." He added calmly.

"Now that that's settled, try to get some sleep. You're going to need it tomorrow. I'm pretty sure she's tired of you holding back." Mike said, slightly teasing.

The next morning John entered the dining room. He was shocked to see Cornelius alone at the table.

"So'Ma couldn't sleep last night so I told her to sleep in." He explained before John could ask. "How did you sleep?" He added looking at John.

"Not very well. I had a lot on my mind last night." John responded calmly.

"Have a seat." Cornelius said, pointing to the chair next to him. John did as instructed. "John, the conversation I had with my daughter last night made me slightly uncomfortable due to the fact that technically you, Dagonet and Mike are still my slaves. However, I want that to end today." The General said as he slid a piece of paper towards John. "The moment you sign this you and your friends are free, and will no longer have to stay here. You will be made a citizen of the Zelroge empire with all the benefits that citizenship has, but you'll have to swear loyalty to the Zelroge King." He explained calmly, hoping John would make the right decision.

"You mean I have to swear to serve the usurper?" John said, trying not to lose his temper.

"No. You'll swear to serve Zabono. Iscariot was never officially declared king." Cornelius said hoping that would make John a little less angry.

"From what So'Ma has told me about Zabono he's at least ten times the leader Iscariot is. And the kind of king who wouldn't mind having a few humans as his subjects." John said, his hand hovering over the pen. "But I can't speak for Dagonet and Michael in this matter." John said calmly.

"That's what I've come to expect from you three." Cornelius said, pulling out a different piece of paper. "This one will make you a free man just not the others." He said, setting the paper on the table.

"I never said I wasn't going to sign the first. I just said I'm not going to speak for my friends." John said, calmly when he realized his mistake.

"Go get them then." Cornelius said with a smile and slight laugh when he realized he had jumped to conclusions.

Within minutes the paper had been signed by all three humans. Dagonet and Mike returned to work shortly afterwards leaving John and the general alone to discuss other matters.

So'Ma awoke to the sound of running outside her room. The noise made her heart sink because she feared the worst had happened. Only for those fears to be calmed when she was informed of the news that John, Dagonet, and Mike had been freed but had decided to stay to work for the general.

I wonder how long it will take John to ask for permission to court me? So'Ma thought as she gathered her clothes and got ready for the day.

When So'Ma entered the dining room she saw her father and John talking. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." She said looking at the two men she loved.

"Not at all. I'm sure the other workers have told you the good news." Cornelius said with a genuine smile.

"Yes they have." So'Ma said, calmly.

"Well then I guess all that's left is for me to ask you this question: would you honor me by having a private dinner with me tomorrow evening?" John asked, his heart racing.

"Yes." Was So'Ma's response. At least that's what she meant for John to hear what he really heard was a squeak.

"I believe my daughter just lost her voice." Cornelius said, trying to keep his laughter contained.

After clearing her throat So'ma was able to give John her answer.

John took his time getting to know So'Ma. All of the things she liked as well as the things she disliked. So'Ma took her time doing the same with John. It took four years before they felt like they knew each other well enough and when she was able to find out his birthday she asked her father to throw a party, which he agreed to do. The day of the party John decided it was time to take the next step in his relationship with So'Ma and asked Cornelius for his blessing to marry So'Ma.

"Of course you have my blessing." Cornelius said with a smile on his face.

"Thank you sir." John said his own smile forming.

"If I might ask a small favor: propose to her tonight." Cornelius said knowing So'Ma wouldn't be expecting it. "And use this. It's a replica of what I gave her mother when I asked for her hand." He added handing John a large fairly flat box.

As John opened the box he saw a gold necklace with various precious stones set throughout it. "Wow. It's beautiful." John said, looking at it. "I wish So'Ma's mother could be here to see this." He added.

"So do I." Cornelius said, the sadness evident in his voice.

"Sir, would you mind if we had a party? I want her to already be in a good mood when I propose." John said calmly.

"Of course." Cornelius said, his smile turning slightly mischievous.

As John walked through the corridor to So'Ma's room later that day he felt his nervousness grow. When he reached So'Ma's door he reached up to knock only for the door to open, startling both John and So'Ma.

"John? What are you doing outside my door?" So'Ma asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Your father is throwing a party and asked me to escort you to it." John said, his heart rate slowing only for a moment before speeding up again.

"I'd be honored." So'Ma said, smiling. "Just let me pick out a better outfit." She added quickly.

"Very well." John said as she closed her door.

As So'Ma and John walked to the dining room that night they could hear laughter coming from the room. So'Ma let a smile grace her face. It wasn’t the fake one she forced herself to wear whenever she was around those who supported what Iscariot had done but a real one that she had almost forgotten the feeling of, and it only grew bigger the closer she got to the room. When she entered the room fell silent.

"So'Ma is just like her mother. A rare beauty." Treuer said, as he smiled. He was wearing a suit instead of his traditional armor.

"Methren women have a beauty that few can match, it's a good thing So'Ma is half Zelroge." Treuer's daughter said, the envy in her voice evident.

"Now Valerie you know you have a beauty of your own." Treuer said, placing his hand on his daughter's shoulder. "By the way, Cornelius, I have some news. I was able to make a back door in the communications program that will allow us to contact the Knight Council. I feel that you should be the one to use it first since you're the one with the closest connection." He added quietly.

"Thank you my friend. I'll inform Meglon of these developments tonight." Corendo said fighting to keep a tear from forming. He knew what it would do to So'Ma to lose John so soon but he had warned her about this day.

After an hour or so John asked if he could have the attention of everyone at the party.

"As many of you know I've had the pleasure of serving the General and his Daughter as a sparring partner. A few years ago General Corendo freed me and my friends and gave me permission to court his daughter. So'Ma has brought me more happiness than I ever imagined and I hope I've been able to do the same." John said his heart started to race once again. "So'Ma this morning I asked your father for permission to take the next step in our relationship." He continued as he got down on one knee and opened the box Cornelius had given him. "So'Ma Corendo, would you grant me the honor of becoming my wife?" John asked, trying not to let his nervousness, fear and anticipation show.

"Yes." So'Ma said this time without squeaking first. After John stood up he helped So’Ma put on the necklace.

The room erupted in applause and cheers of congratulations. Except for Dagonet and Michael who were whistling as loud as they could.

"I guess you're going to need a way to ensure they are able to stay in contact now." Treuer said as he patted Corendo on the back.

"If you could." Cornelius said with a small smile.

“It would be my pleasure.” Treuer replied as he walked up to John. They had a brief conversation about the events that lead up to this moment and then Treuer excused himself from the room so he could recharge his social battery.

Later that night as Cornelius entered the code to gain access to the communication programs back door he prayed that he was doing the right thing only to be startled by his daughter's hand on his shoulder.

"Treuer finally got through?" She asked, half excited, half dreading.

"Yes. I'm contacting Meglon now." He said, turning to face his daughter. His eyes started to fill with tears. "When I tell Meglon what we found he's going to take John away as soon as he can." Cornelius said trying not to let the pain in his heart for what he knew his daughter was about to go through get to him. He was shocked when she threw her arms around him.

"As long as John is safe I don't care how far apart we are." She said as she pulled back so she could look into her father's eyes.

How did I raise such a strong woman? The General asked himself, drying his tears on his sleeve. He waited until So'Ma had left the room before starting the transmission.

"This is General Cornelius Corendo of the Zelroge Empire trying to reach Meglon of Methra. Emergency code 930572. Do you read?" Cornelius said after the connection was made.

"Loud and clear Cornelius. Loud and clear." A voice responded after a few, very long, seconds.

Cornelius quickly gave all the information he had about what was going on. He put particular emphasis on John and the other two boys adding additional emphasis on the Marks on their backs.

"Sounds like you've been busy." The voice laughed. "When will you be able to get them to me?" It added.

"Leaving Earth isn't in the cards for any human or Zelroge right now. You'll have to come and get them." Cornelius said quickly.

"That can be done." The voice responded slightly amused.

"When can you come?" Cornelius asked his heart racing.

"I'll give you a day to get things in order." The voice informed Cornelius sympathetically. “Also I should let you know that Zabono is here on Methra. He's currently healing from near fatal injuries but he's alive.”

"Thank you my friend. I'll make sure to inform the others on our side." Cornelius said before realizing they had to set a place to meet. "I can meet you in what used to be Death Valley this time tomorrow." Cornelius added as he looked at one of the clocks he had.

"This time tomorrow, Death Valley. Got it. See you then." The voice said before the communication ended.

Cornelius wasn't looking forward to the conversation he was about to have with John and the others, but it needed to happen. He sat in the dining room waiting for the young men to show up. Counting the minutes that felt like hours before sleep forcibly took him.

When John walked in and saw the general asleep at the dining table he couldn’t help but chuckle. He then spent a few moments trying to figure out how to wake him without getting hit. He finally settled on just giving the general a pat on the shoulder. It worked and luckily for John the general wasn't nearly as jumpy as So'Ma was.

"John, I have some news for you, So'Ma, Dagonet and Mike." He said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Could you have them come here?" He asked.

"Right away." John replied with a bow.

When the others entered the room Cornelius told them everything. Dagonet and Mike were happy with the news. John was reasonably torn by it, however, after talking with So'Ma he joined his friends in the emotions they were feeling.

That day was spent packing and preparing to leave. John and So’Ma spent the most time together. She revealed that she had washed and kept the shirt John had shown up in and told him she wanted to turn some of it into a hair tie so that she had something of his to keep with her at all times. When she saw the smile on his face she couldn't help but smile as well. “Go ahead. Just make sure you use the sleeves. They'll be the easiest thing to modify for that purpose. And if it's not too much to ask: could you make me a hair tie from a piece of the dress you wore when we met?” John requested, giving her a hug. They made two hair ties together. One for John to wear and one for So'Ma.

Before long the three had said their goodbyes and were climbing into the Runner. John gave a slight chuckle when he realized that it had been five years to the day since he, Dagonet and Mike had gotten into this very Runner the first time.

The journey didn't take long. They arrived at the ship that was to take them away from earth by a man they had never met but knew plenty about thanks to Cornelius. When they arrived Cornelius got out first and went to greet the man.

“Cornelius, how are you?” A man with silver hair that reminded John and the other young men of a lion’s mane. His skin was a mix of tan and lavender. He was around six foot five, and was fairly muscular. He wore a red long sleeve shirt that didn't reach down to his wrists, brown pants and a Rosé colored cloak. The sword at his side, as far as John could tell, was a hand-and-a-half sword, its pommel had a red jewel in it, the handle was leather wrapped, and the hilt was either gold or polished brass.

“I’m just fine. Here they are John Arthur, Dagonet, and Michael Lantz.” Corendo said as he patted each young man on the shoulder.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Meglon and John said at the same time. Meglon chuckled when he realized what had just happened and felt like he was looking into the past as he looked at John.

“What was that chuckle about?” John asked as he looked right into Meglon’s eyes.

“You remind me of a much younger me. One that if I could go back and help I would but I can’t so I might as well help you.” Meglon said, trying not to laugh. “By the way your father says ‘The dawn will come when we stop looking for it.’.” Meglon said, hoping to get John’s attention.

“My father's alive?” John asked as his heart skipped a beat or two.

“Yes. He’s currently on Methra.” Meglon said as he looked back at the young man.

“What is the plan?” John asked quickly.

“Get you, Dagonet and Michael to Methra, train you how to fight then get you back here to free Earth. That is the short and sweet version. The longer one we will discuss on the way to Methra.” Meglon said as John raised an eyebrow.

“Okay I’m in.” John said as he walked over to the ship.

“I’m in.” Dagonet said as he started to join John.

“I can't believe I'm finally getting to see a different planet.” Michael said as he took his steps to meet up with his brother and John.

“Well that was easy. What are you going to do when they find out what all you have planned for them?” Corendo asked as he smiled.

“I don’t know but I need you and the other generals that are with you to start freeing as many humans as you can. They will need an army to fight the upcoming war and Slaves can’t fight to save their lives.” Meglon said as Corendo smiled.

“I’m one step ahead of you on that.” Corendo said smiling. Suddenly without warning John turned around and ran back to Corendo.

“Tell So'Ma I'll be back.” John said as he ran up to Corendo.

“You have my word.” Corendo said as he looked at John. “When you are ready I’ll bring her to Methra.” Corendo said as John gave him a hug.

“Thank you.” John whispered in Corendo’s ear with tears in his eyes.

“You’re welcome John.” Corendo said with tears starting to form in his own. “If you see Zabono tell him we think Zethram is alive.” Cornelius added quickly.

“I’m sorry to do this but it is time to go.” Meglon said, gesturing to the ship.

“Alright.” John said regaining his composure as he turned to the ship he saw Dagonet and Michael playing Rock, Paper, and Scissors to make a decision. “What are you two planning?” John asked as he walked over to them.

“We’re seeing who gets to sit by Meglon.” Michael responded as they finished their game.

“Well I think that one of you can sit on one side and one can sit on the other.” John said as he looked at his friends.

“Well that’ll work if he sits in one of the seats in the back with us but what if he sits where there are only two seats?” Dagonet asked with a slight grin on his face.

“Then it won’t matter.” Meglon said as he walked up. “Get in the ship. We need to go. Now.” Meglon said as he started up the ramp. “And just so you know I would like John to sit next to me. He’s going to be the one I train. You will meet the ones that are going to train you soon enough.” Meglon said as he looked over his shoulder.

“You heard the man.” John said as he jumped onto the ramp and jogged slightly to catch up to Meglon. “So why are you going to train me?” John asked Meglon as he sat down next to him.

“As I said before you are too much like me and I wish I could go back and guide that version of me but I can’t so I’ll just have to do so with you.” Meglon said as he smiled without turning his head. “Plus it’ll annoy your father.” Meglon added as he turned his head to let John see his smile.

“That’s good enough for me. The annoying my dad part that is.” John said, trying not to laugh.

“Captain, are we ready?” Meglon said as he touched a screen.

“Yes we are and not a moment too soon.” The Captain said in response “We have about three Zelroge Sky Ships headed our way.” The captain said as he took off.

As John looked out the window he saw the same thing as whenever he flew on his father’s helicopter the ground start getting smaller and smaller till he could barely see the individual rocks and just the ground where he had been but this time the ground kept getting smaller until he was in the clouds that covered the Earth and soon all he saw was the black sphere that was the Earth.

One day. John thought as he looked at the black clouds. Not thinking of anything else. Knowing he would return but when he did the first thing he would want to do would be get rid of those clouds.

“I know how you feel.” Meglon said as he looked at John. “I have had to do the same thing. Multiple times.” Meglon said as put his arm around John.

“Do you ever get used to it?” John asked, looking at the man.

“No.” was his simple reply. “Try to relax. This next part is hard the first time you go through it.” Meglon said as he leaned back in his seat.

“What’s coming up?” Dagonet asked from behind them.

“We are about to form and jump through a WormHole.” Meglon said as he held onto his armrests.

“This close to Earth?” John asked, almost shouting. He had read about Wormholes and thought that they were as dangerous as Black Holes.

“Don’t worry they’re artificial and are designed to dissolve once we stop feeding it.” Meglon explained calmly.

As John looked ahead he could see something coming out of the front of the ship and saw what he thought was a WormHole forming he then felt the ship lurch as it started to head for the Hole the moment the ship was in everyone relaxed.

“How long will it take to get there?” Dagonet asked, plopping his head on the back of John’s seat.

“Twelve hours so you can get some sleep or eat if you need to.” Meglon said as he leaned his chair back.

John thought that both would be a good idea and joined Meglon in leaning his seat back. His dream was of Earth before the Zelroge came, how his feet was tickled by the grass and how the fresh air of the field felt as it entered his lungs. Everything felt real but in his heart John knew it was a dream so he did that which he always did in his dreams; he flew. He flew wherever he wanted; he was truly free here in his dream; the only other thing he added was So’Ma was by his side flying with him.