When I told Saurubi Cerros Syrhas my story, how raiders had attacked my world, killed the adults and took the children as slaves, she looked at me with her great, amber eyes and declared, “Obvious you were not where the Mother Universe intended you to be.”
I was shocked. Sickened. Angry with her cold analysis. Then, slowly, I realized she was right. I had moved into space, where I needed to be. And I was happy. I just hoped the Mother Universe was satisfied with where I was now.