who should win the war. While I by no means want humans to die, I could understand the Navanis’ disdain for the humans… And it was the Navanis' planet. It was overwhelming to think, and something made me question why I even cared. I didn't belong to that planet and I wasn't in their colony. All I should have cared about was getting free, boarding a ship to Cycle and getting paid, and going home. But… something about the look of stress on Dracon’s face, made me stress for him. “I’m so sorry, Dracon…” I murmured, not knowing what else to say. I was sorry that it was happening to him and his people. They didn’t deserve the bloodshed.
Dracon frowned deeply as he still stared into the distance. I wanted so badly just to know what he was thinking, as though I could help him in some way. Not a sole being should have the weight of his entire species on his shoulders. He said nothing, though, just sitting in silence for a couple of minutes, lost in thought before he walked over to me. I looked to him, but he didn't make eye contact at first. Dracon kneeled in front of me and once again opened the lock. Just as I opened my mouth to thank him for loosening it, he pulled it more until the black metal thing suddenly fell completely limp causing it to fall to the floor. I stayed in place, looking to his face for some kind of explanation or instruction. He stood with the lock in his hand. "Don't try to escape. You're much safer in here than out there. Out there, my people will kill you on the spot. They have all experienced the hurt I have in one way or another. They will not hesitate to seek revenge,” his voice was stern but soft, pain still in his vibrant purple eyes.
He moved to drape the lock over a hook on the wall before turning back to me. He stood right in front of the chair and just waited for me to move. Slowly, I began to stand, my joints locked up a bit from sitting in the exact same position for so long. I wobbled a bit for a split second, but regained my balance and glanced upward to find his eyes already gazing down into mine. Dracon’s expression was somber. “Do you understand?” he questioned, his hand gripping my arm gently.
Dracon’s eyes seemed to search mine as I looked to him. For a moment, it seemed almost as though his intent was based upon admiration for me with his eyes seeming soft and penitent—yet he still seemed parlous. And even though being free of the bounds made me even more eager to run to Harp to find a way home… Dracon was right. After what the humans did to that tribe, I didn’t blame them at all for wanting revenge. Hell, humans would have wanted revenge. So, I wasn’t going to be going anywhere. At least I wouldn’t be bound to that chair anymore. “I won’t try to escape,” I assured him.
A big sigh escaped his lips and he nodded as he sat back down at the map, lifting a hand and began scanning through it. While I was sure I needed to stay close, after sitting I needed to walk around. The temptation to go through the hut was pretty high, but I didn’t want to be rude or make him feel as though he had to babysit me. So instead, I just walked the length of the front half of the hut to help my knees stretch.
10
Dracon
A s I sat at the table, distracting myself from Amelia like I had the majority of the afternoon, there was once again a knock on the door. Ugh, I did not want any visitors or additional drama right then. But, there was nothing I could do. With a huff, I stood from my chair and walked towards the door. Before opening, I paused and turned to Amelia and motioned for her to sit down. Which she did so without hesitation—hm, I suppose my warning got through to her. Opening the door, Shan was again standing before me. This time, though, he wore a look of trepidation. “I’m sorry, Dracon. I tried to stop them from coming here…” he spoke with a grimace. “But they weren’t pleased when I gave them your response about the human.”
My face fell
Catherine Gilbert Murdock