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both sides, but long black hair remained down the middle and he had kept back in a ponytail. What stood out the most, though, over the red skin and tattoos and chiseled muscles, was his lilac eyes. They were vibrant and intense, and just so strangely beautiful that my eyes had a hard time looking away from them when he did look in my direction.
    Dracon studied the map for another couple of minutes before huffing and standing up. He headed straight for me, and yet again he stood behind the chair and picked it up from the legs. While there was probably no way I could have fallen unless he purposefully dumped me from the chair because of the lock, it was still stressful to be picked up into the air against your will; my muscles tensed and so did the lock, making me inwardly groan. I was really paying for my attempt to escape the previous night, with ridiculously sore arms and legs. The chair was placed back on the floor in front of the map. Lifting a hand and gesturing to the hologram display, it rotated to me so I could see what he had been looking at. It was focused in on a jungle area with a couple of scattered buildings among the trees with a symbol on each to indicate what they were. “What does this symbol mean?” he asked, pointing to the one with a caduceus on it.
    I looked up to him, his lilac eyes solely focused on that building on the map. I hedged for a moment. It looked like the colony was setting up a base in the jungle between Harp and the Navani tribe. Should I tell him? I didn’t want to give him information and lives be lost because of me, especially not at a medical tent. I looked from the map back up to him and that time his lilac eyes were burning into mine. “Why would I tell you anything?” I questioned with a raised brow. “If I’m being held captive just to be killed for any reason, I don’t see the point in indulging you with information about the humans.”
    His lilac eyes narrowed at me, “And why do you keep assuming I’m going to kill you?”
    “Don’t prisoners of war end up being slaughtered for political gain at some point?”
    Dracon then raised a brow, “And some are held to be extracted for information. See, you’re mixing this all up. You’re not supposed to think I’m going to kill you right away. I’m supposed to demand you to give me information and use threatening to kill you as a motivation for you to give me an answer.”
    “I’m so sorry to have messed up your plan, but I’m not going to give you information when I’m one hundred percent sure I’m going to end up dying by the end of all this,” I retorted, glaring at him then.
    "Don't worry, you didn't mess anything up," he said in a mock-soothing voice. He reached behind him and pulled a metal shaft from a sheath. As he lowered it, a blue light switch on and at the top of the shaft, two blue light segments came from a circular shape—giving the weapon the shape of a battle ax. "Let's try it again. What does that symbol mean?"
    My eyes were sort of locked on the weapon for the time being, the realization of just how defenseless I actually was, was finally sinking in. While I was pretty sure he was just trying to make a point, I had no idea if he was seriously threatening me. And I didn’t want to die… My eyes finally tore away from the weapon and looked back to the map with a sigh, “It’s called a caduceus. It’s a symbol meaning medic. It looks like they have an off-base medical tent or something." I gazed over the map in silence for a minute, realizing that for some people and some aliens, one place really is considered a home. I had spent my few adult years hopping around planet to planet to find somewhere to belong. These natives and colonists were both trying to call a small planet home, calling for war on each side. It was sad really, but also kind of honorable in a way. I didn't love any planet enough to fight for it. "How did this all start anyway, the war?" I asked him. "Or did you hate them from