On planet Pioletic, it was still night time outside and it still would be for another six months. The two moons shone brightly on the shelter showing signs of a great battle that had once taken place.
Inside the training centre, in the dome-like building. A single boy was alone on his knees, tears running down his face.
"Was that really Quinn?" Vorden asked. "What happened to him, he looked so…"
"Ugly?" Raten said.
"Shut up!" The little one screamed.
The little one then immediately left the chair inside the darkroom, leaving it open for Vorden to take control once again. As he left the chair he went into dark space and sat down on the floor. He held his hands over his knees and started rocking backwards and forwards.
"I did it again" He mumbled," I hurt another one."
Now that Vorden was back in control the tears had suddenly stopped, Vorden lifted himself off the ground and started walking forward.
"You do know he will be like that for a while now," Raten said.
