The Star of Xallia
Chapter 1
Xallia
They say, nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. It would probably just kill me faster anyway. My muddled reflection struggled to breathe, distorted on the caved in wall of my cockpit, laying between me and the endless Black Sea. I dare not look away from her, in fear of giving into the warm pool enveloping my body, beckoning me to sleep. I watched as her chest rose and fell short. In her eyes I found the reflection of a life already lived, the burden of countless taken, and the hollowness of a future never to be. The sea of green and gold engulfing the wandering needlepoint of our eye, was the only thing I seemed to recognize. Drifting to the bloody mess that was a pressurized suit, black and silver strands of cloth clung to our arms plastered to several long gashes that seemed to have always been. Speckled, charred, blistered and bloodied flesh, peaked through burn holes dappled down our legs. The ancestral marking slicing the jade of our now bare torso cut short. A piece of curved metal shrapnel glistened just below our lungs. Laying side by side, bits of blonde dipped crimson spilled across the floor. Crushed by my source of freedom, accompanied by a reflection, It seemed about right. A fitting end for someone who had lived like me. The weight of the vastness around me pulled my eyes shut. Pulling me further from my partner. My tie to this physical plane, my comfort and my pain. Replaced by the gentle coax of the vastness of space.
