Samar sat on the roof of his house, gazing at the twinkling stars beyond the glimmer of the Biodome. His eyes were unfocused as his mother's hurtful words still weighed on his mind.
"Will you stop only after you have brought our family to the streets?" His mother had asked, in a fit of rage. Those words had struck a nerve in Samar, dousing his enthusiasm, and opening his eyes to how his decisions could affect his family- had affected his family.
Three years ago, his family had almost lost everything. His father's business, once generating 50 Million Musks a year, could now hardly make a million per year. His fleet had gone down from 25 Starships to just the 1 that his father Captained.
Just because he had humiliated a Top Guild. Now he had repeated the feat, inviting the wrath of a Top Guild which could threaten his family again if, no, when they discovered his identity.
"Have I really made the right decision?"
