Aramtenek knew what was at stakes. Her personal freedom, the color of her life and her so appreciated independence.
She knew that in order to save her kingdom, she had to step into the Gray Era.
Gray Era was the worst that could happen to her, she thought. Even the death itself would be better.
The Kingdom was worth it, no doubt. The pain she had been experiencing when she was thinking about her Homeland, was indescribable. Where all those feeling were coming from?
One thing she knew for sure.
She couldn't betray her parents' last will, their last word and wish.
She had to step into the Gray Era and to forsake all things she cared for.
Death itself sounded like a relief but she knew it was an easy escape, effortless and not very whimsical.
The Congress of White Salamagons had convened two khases ago and she had to be there. Two khases meant about two days in terms of old humans'era.
Two days were like two hours for folks of the drifted planet.
Drifted planet--they all had been residing there at the moment. But there were rumors that it was not the case.
They lived at the end of the big star.
The star that died a billion humans era years ago.