The commander came into the room to find her lying, rather peacefully on the ground, a dagger clutched in her hand. Her eyes were closed, and he could almost detect a smile on her blue lips. He had driven her to her death, to take her own life, and yet he did not feel the loss. Somewhere out there, she was living on through their son. Gently he lifted her limp cool body and took it to the planet, burying her in the one place she truly loved. Standing over the grave he stared out into the distance. Where had his son gone? What is he doing? In all honesty, he did not fear what he was doing, even if he did tell people the truth of his lineage. Clasping his hands behind his back he moved back towards his dart, on day he would find the boy.
Val had made his temporary home on a poor planet. It had a few scattered villages, each one made up of people who knew how to keep to themselves. He lived in an abandoned barn and occasionally made trips to the tavern just down the road. After a few years there, he became a good story to the children of the villages. A mysterious man who never shows his face, always wearing black leather, and keeping to the shadows. No one ever heard him speak, and a shadow cast over his face caused that you could only see his lips and chin, where a blonde goatee adorned the masculine jaw line. He always carried a large hunting knife strapped around his ankle, though no one had seen him use it, none doubted he could. At the moment he didn't know where he was going, or what he was going to do, but there was an air around him that told everyone he was destined for great things. Whether evil or good.
Look for my new story, continuing the tale of Valimor, Hope you enjoyed this one :D