Chapter 1
I was happy, enveloped in darkness, messing with my mini computer. For no reason whatsoever, I was figuring out how to apply the Pythagorean Theorem to building a ship for myself (I am VERY dorky).
" Yes, of course!" I exclaimed. " The theorem can be applied to the controls! That way I have lots of room for my quarters." My mom interrupted my happy time.
"Giz! There you are!" She cried, grabbing my arm roughly. "Why aren't you dressed for your coronation? It starts in an hour!"
I shook out of her grasp.
"Mom, I've got plenty of time," I said distracted by my computer. "Besides, I don't want to rush this."
My mom sighed.
"Why don't you want to do this?" She asked.
I hesitated before I answered.
"I just feel like my childhood is slipping away, because of all the responsibilities." I finally replied.
"Let me tell you something. Even if your coronation is today, you won't become Tallest until you're 17. Your father and I will still control the majority of the Empire and the Armada. You have nothing to worry about." My mother said. She smiled at me. "Come on, you need to get dressed now. You can't afford to be late!"
