{warning! Before reading, near the end of this chapter is a slightly disturbing scene!!!} The days are long. That is, if one had to compare the old earthen time with the few thousand years new homeworld.
A man stood in the dark night and stared up at the moons, which illuminated the sky. His gaze was dark and deep, the six black fluffy tails tipped with the bone barb twinkled in the night.
His memory has returned, but she is not yet ready.
On earth, she had been safe because they were powerful enough, but he is still too weak, they are still not here and once again he can not be whole.
The claw-tipped hand flexed, dripping blue blood from those who had been felled by him.
Around him were corpses of those who had come too close to her, those who wanted to upset her and cause a calamity.
Were they even aware of what would occur once she awakes too soon?
