"Lystria, sit still child," admonished her nanny Rhonda.
"I don't want to," Lystria said petulantly.
"If you behave yourself and let me comb your unruly hair I'll give you a treat."
"Fine but only if you tell me the history of the First Generation of Wolfbeasts that came to planet earth."
"Again?"
Lystria nodded her head, her little silvery blonde hair was matted against her forehead with the occasional cowlick strand sticking out.
"Don't you get tired of hearing the same old story?" Rhonda asked.
"Never. The First Generation was so brave and awesome to set off for the unknown like that. Someday I want to get my own spacecraft and travel the world just like them."
"You are the heir to the Ventonesiam Empire that will never happen."
Lystria frowned but she knew better than to argue with Rhonda for she would not be disuaded from her future dreams.
