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Benaya’s shining
     eyes swept over the dying young mother. So the boy was called Rettoul and, when orphaned, was transferred to Benaya’s care.
    By the time Rettoul was eight, his eyes shone
     like fire and his constant smile radiated to those around him. A scar somewhat compromised the integrity of his face, but it was not enough
     to overshadow his wonderful light and joy of life. No one remembered its origin or knew its meaning. Rettoul was a short boy
     with a solid physique. His day was similar to the other youths of his age: study, football, and the company of two huge dogs
     who sometimes seemed human beside him.
    Benaya was received with smiles and tremendous love. “What a great kid you have,” friends said. “We’re so glad our son is
     a friend of Rettoul’s.” Her pride was overwhelming. “Rettoul, how well-brought-up he is,” “What a kid. I wish my child was
     like him.” Benaya dissolved with joy, recovering a moment later. He was not just a good kid, well-brought-up and friendly;
     Rettoul was something else. She was the only one who could connect things.
     
    Even the relationship between Rettoul and his adoptive mother was unique. Some said that when the two were together, the planet could split into two. Benaya wanted her son to know a lot. In addition to the sources of information available to him, she
     included stories and home study. The two would sit and talk, reading and going over textbooks together, missing nothing. Benaya
     knew she was giving Rettoul information that he might not have any use in life for, but to her, there perhaps would be the
     one marginal thing he knew out of everything that could save his life when the time came. Thus, she didn’t stop.
    She had but one fear—that her reply was liable to kill him. She constantly cushioned him
     with protective systems for life.
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    Rettoul’s love knew no boundaries. Spending
     time with Benaya, with her interesting stories and tremendous
     knowledge, fascinated him. She didn’t always have immediate answers
     to every question, but he was satisfied. She never felt tired in
     his presence; hence, his eyes shone even more when they were
     together. For him, Benaya was everything.
    And her wisdom… Rettoul thought she was the
     wisest of all people, and he was so jealous that at night he would
     ask for just half of it in his prayers. She knew Petrano wisdom and
     could speak Cherka, and taught it to him. She even knew the events
     of the first year of choice and the recent years, even though they
     had been concealed and sealed to all. He was tremendously proud
     that she was his mother.

Chapter 4: The War of the Warlords
    Rettoul lived in his world with absolute love
     and tranquility, accepting everything at face value. He was a wise and inquisitive child, but generally welcomed reality with curiosity, not suspicion.
     The love he and Benaya shared was great and brought great benefits to both of them.
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    Among the galactic military leaders, suspicion festered. Every leader entertained themselves with ideas of how to take over
     the rest. Spies were sent everywhere, plots were hatched in each room, and many residents were killed or executed—sometimes
     for foolish reasons—as long as everyone saw and was seen. Suspicion drove the rulers crazy and they began to arm their troops.
     Former soldiers cleaned their weapons and uniforms as the movements toward war were evident everywhere. Hot-tempered Koffee tried to create a coalition which, he hoped, would lead to his galactic
     rule. Pandor was the first to follow him, although he had the same goal—to rule the galaxy. Alone.
    The first planet they approached was Rosten. Lunia tried to present his doctrine of peace to them—along with the new weapons he’d developed, attempting to excite Koffee and
     Pandor with his innovations. He presented them with the most modern technologies, not realizing he was losing his grip on
     Rosten. The eyes of the other two rulers