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sparkled, wanting to know everything about the tiny chariots he’d developed. They
     were unfamiliar, but most promising, weapons of war—a tiny unmanned vehicle with three even more miniscule cars attached to
     the sides and behind. The chariot drew the three, and on the fateful day when the three miniature cars would be launched into
     the depths of a planet under attack, they would drill an internal path through the planet and install a solar network on the
     bottom, leading to the planet’s collapse inward. Their enthusiasm made it impossible for Koffee and Pandor to continue to
     listen to the next invention, of which Lunia was also proud—ice mirrors.
    Not believing the galaxy would enter war, Lunia chose to remain in Rosten’s laboratories, busy inventing the newest technology
     useful on the battlefield. Koffee and Pandor didn’t see Lunia as a potential ally and quickly conquered the planet, exiling Lunia to Falcon—in Bergin’s palace.
    Pandor hadn’t believed he could conquer Rosten so quickly. His intense greed propelled him on to Bucha, fearing that Koffee
     would discover his plot was huge. He didn’t hesitate before using his old war shuttles that had been decommissioned years
     ago. As they hadn’t been renovated and prepared for use, the shuttles emitted tremendous amounts of fire and heat that completely
     consumed Bucha, with all its inhabitants.
    Koffee was taken prisoner and also transferred into Bergin’s faithful hands.
    The forward march of the occupation proceeded quickly. Delta and Darfol readily fell into Pandor’s hands, followed by the
     rest of the planet s—taken without a single fight. Their leaders were transferred in the silence of losers to Bergin’s palace.
     
    Rettoul reached his 17 th birthday with a personality, as well as looks, that had taken shape and afforded him a facial expression no one could decipher.
     He inspired confidence in his environment and also radiated power when silent. His eyes were gentle, but very sharp, leaving
     no questions unanswered—the eyes of a hawk. There was beauty in him, but more than anything, an undefined, limitless strength.
    The Falconites appreciated him for his wisdom, silence, the way he solved problems, his eyes that missed nothing, his smile
     and sense of humor that never hurt anyone, and the love of man that was always evident in his actions. His friends knew he
     was with them even when not present, and always sought to be close to him.
    Benaya looked at him from afar, her heart filled with love for him that was tempered by such respect and admiration that sometimes
     she forgot he was the son she raised. She, who could see his life in the future, had prepared him mentally for his expected
     trip. Now she began to prepare him for the journey to Kantara, where he’d learn the secrets of galactic warfare.
     
    Evening descended on Falcon on Rettoul’s last night on the planet . His friends left his home after a lengthy good-bye, as departures are difficult for Falconites. Everyone knew Rettoul—their
     children or grandchildren played with, studied, and loved him, and those without children or grandchildren smiled broadly
     when they met the young man in Falcon’s alleys. Rettoul was a born leader who scared no one.
     
    Benaya halfheartedly cleaned up after the good-bye party. Rettoul had already packed his bag and now sat on the porch of their
     home, watching the night sky. It seemed that night that the sky was not blue-black, as it always was. It had a dark red hue,
     as if the sun didn’t want to depart. Rettoul smiled, noticing the sky was filled with movement—shuttles passed overhead, discharging soldiers from the battlefield or sending others in their place. Boys on their
     way to train as soldiers .
    Hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t try to hide his crying, which only intensified. Benaya studied him. This is the
     leader of the renaissance of the 13 star, she thought. He must not cry. But how could he