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"Mother?"
I looked behind me and smiled at my son, "Yes Zan?"
He sat beside me. "I'm going to turn 14 soon."
"Yes, I know. What do you want for your birthday?"
"My Father."
I frowned. "We've talked about this, Zan, you can't. Besides, if your father wishes to see you, he will be the one to find the way to be with you."
"But mother, I feel him. I know he's trying. Even after 13 years. He's still trying, but he can't. We have to do something."
I hugged him, I love him so much. "Zan, please don't do anything Kivar won't approve. Give him a reason and he won't hesitate to kill us. Forget about your father. It's been almost 13 years. He doesn't care. Zan! please promise me you won't do anything that won't get Kivar's approval! Please!"
She wants me to promise. I can't. I look away. She bursts into tears.
"Why? Why Zan!?"
It was time to tell her how I feel. "For 13 years, I've been here. I have never met my father. I haven't even seen him! For 13 years I had to endure this.this hell! Do you know how much it hurts to see my own people, the people I'm suppose to rule, to protect, be treated like animals? To see them get tortured, to see them die! I want to end their sufferings!"
"And what does it have to do with your father?"
I went to her and held her hands. "Mother we both know I can't do anything without their help!"
She wiped her tears! "Do what you must."
My life on earth was short and bitter. I found no acceptance anywhere. When I went to Roswell to meet Max, to meet my destiny, I thought I would finally find acceptance. But they pushed me away. Max, Michael and Isabel had their own world, and I had no place in it. I was only there because I was needed, not because I'm wanted. When I went to Anthar, I thought everything would be better. It wasn't. It was worse than Roswell. The only reason why I still look forward to each sunrise is because of Zan, my son. Yes, he is a souvenir of a dark past, but he is also my inspiration for the future. When I look at him I remember the only guy I ever loved. He's so much like Max. He looks like him, he's as stubborn as him. That's why I named him Zan, after his father, or at least part of his father that loved me. I put the letter I've been writing in an envelope. Tears are falling from my eyes. I'm sorry Zan.I'm sorry. I thank God you aren't a coward like me.
1 A few days later
Anatola looked at Zan. He was crying, he still didn't believe his mother was dead. She had killed herself. I went beside him and put my hand on his shoulder, he looked at me and hugged me. My poor, poor Zan, all he can do is mourn for his fallen mother. Oh Zan, you are like my son. I love you, but I never liked your mother. To me, she was a traitor to her people. Now she is gone. What Zan doesn't know is before his mother passed away she had given Zan a priceless gift. A chance. A chance to see your father, a chance to set your people free. I kissed Zan on the forehead, "Hush Zan, everything will be okay". Tess had really loved Zan. Before she passed away, she approached me. Tess knew a lot than she told Kivar. She knew that Anatola had connections with the resistance. She knew Anatola was a spy. Before she died she gave Zan a future. Zan, along with Anatola's daughter Kaliska will be leaving this wretched planet and will give new hope to their people. He will bring back what is left of the Royal Four. With them back, Kivar will be destroyed, and hopefully, us saved.
"Mother?"
I looked behind me and smiled at my son, "Yes Zan?"
He sat beside me. "I'm going to turn 14 soon."
"Yes, I know. What do you want for your birthday?"
"My Father."
I frowned. "We've talked about this, Zan, you can't. Besides, if your father wishes to see you, he will be the one to find the way to be with you."
"But mother, I feel him. I know he's trying. Even after 13 years. He's still trying, but he can't. We have to do something."
I hugged him, I love him so much. "Zan, please don't do anything Kivar won't approve. Give him a reason and he won't hesitate to kill us. Forget about your father. It's been almost 13 years. He doesn't care. Zan! please promise me you won't do anything that won't get Kivar's approval! Please!"
She wants me to promise. I can't. I look away. She bursts into tears.
"Why? Why Zan!?"
It was time to tell her how I feel. "For 13 years, I've been here. I have never met my father. I haven't even seen him! For 13 years I had to endure this.this hell! Do you know how much it hurts to see my own people, the people I'm suppose to rule, to protect, be treated like animals? To see them get tortured, to see them die! I want to end their sufferings!"
"And what does it have to do with your father?"
I went to her and held her hands. "Mother we both know I can't do anything without their help!"
She wiped her tears! "Do what you must."
My life on earth was short and bitter. I found no acceptance anywhere. When I went to Roswell to meet Max, to meet my destiny, I thought I would finally find acceptance. But they pushed me away. Max, Michael and Isabel had their own world, and I had no place in it. I was only there because I was needed, not because I'm wanted. When I went to Anthar, I thought everything would be better. It wasn't. It was worse than Roswell. The only reason why I still look forward to each sunrise is because of Zan, my son. Yes, he is a souvenir of a dark past, but he is also my inspiration for the future. When I look at him I remember the only guy I ever loved. He's so much like Max. He looks like him, he's as stubborn as him. That's why I named him Zan, after his father, or at least part of his father that loved me. I put the letter I've been writing in an envelope. Tears are falling from my eyes. I'm sorry Zan.I'm sorry. I thank God you aren't a coward like me.
1 A few days later
Anatola looked at Zan. He was crying, he still didn't believe his mother was dead. She had killed herself. I went beside him and put my hand on his shoulder, he looked at me and hugged me. My poor, poor Zan, all he can do is mourn for his fallen mother. Oh Zan, you are like my son. I love you, but I never liked your mother. To me, she was a traitor to her people. Now she is gone. What Zan doesn't know is before his mother passed away she had given Zan a priceless gift. A chance. A chance to see your father, a chance to set your people free. I kissed Zan on the forehead, "Hush Zan, everything will be okay". Tess had really loved Zan. Before she passed away, she approached me. Tess knew a lot than she told Kivar. She knew that Anatola had connections with the resistance. She knew Anatola was a spy. Before she died she gave Zan a future. Zan, along with Anatola's daughter Kaliska will be leaving this wretched planet and will give new hope to their people. He will bring back what is left of the Royal Four. With them back, Kivar will be destroyed, and hopefully, us saved.