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bodysuit she didn’t have to change for the scan, she was upright when a male entered the room, his horns curling up from his forehead toward the back of his skull before they changed direction and curled under his ear. His face was not conventionally attractive, but it was riveting.
    “I am Deoth, the Reader you requested. Is there somewhere we can sit quietly?”
    Jarrod straightened and looked the newcomer over carefully. “There are some tables and chairs set up in the gardens. She can meet with you there.”
    Deoth nodded and waited for Rathi.
    Jarrod led the way while they walked side by side through the halls.
    “I will examine your armour later, but we are looking for the reason for your existence, and so, I am going to go back as far as I can, reading the signatures in your very bones.”
    They walked outside, and the fresh air made her react as it always did. She filled her lungs as if another breath might not come. “Will it hurt?”
    “It might. I have never worked on a woman of your age before. It could be agonizing, or it might tickle.”
    Jarrod paused next to a table and chairs, holding out Rathi’s chair for her. He took the third seat when Deoth sat across from Rathi.
    The Reader gave him a look. “You cannot be in contact with her during this. Any contact will ruin the connection.”
    He turned to her. “You will have to release the Yaluthu as well. He will skew the readings that I get from you.”
    She set Targo on the ground and tried to send him a pictogram of him being several feet away. He chirped and hopped off, eating at the shrubs that bore the marks of his people.
    Rathi inhaled in slow, measured breaths. “I am ready.”
    Deoth extended his hands, palms up, on the table. She reached out and settled her hands against his while Jarrod watched with a concerned gaze.
    Deoth didn’t touch her mind, he touched everything around her, and what he said opened her eyes.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    “You were designed as one of a set. The Ichadra were trying to create gods.” Deoth’s voice was calm and quiet.
    She didn’t ask, she waited for his additional input though her curiosity was going wild.
    “The first attempts did not produce a viable creation. You were the first success of your creators, but the twelfth attempt. Once you were decanted, they spent a year trying to determine why you were a success and engaged in a campaign to promote their triumph that reached across the stars. This was their undoing.”
    Deoth’s eyes had gone from golden to crystal grey, and he stared over her shoulder as he read the past written on her body.
    “When the first demand for you occurred, they began to realize what they had done. The armour had been prepared to enable you to walk into the annual celebrations in your incarnation as Destroyer, but they brought it forward to give you an iconic figure to face those who threatened. Once they got a look at you, they were even more determined to have you, so the Ichadra had to give you the order to become the Destroyer in every way.
    “Once they set your ability free, they had no way of recalling the power that they had loosed, so they asked you to sleep until they called for you again, and you did.” Deoth blinked and leaned back, dragging in a deep breath as his eyes resumed their normal colouration.
    He smiled weakly. “That is it for today.”
    She blinked. “Thank you. It was more than I was expecting.”
    Jarrod cocked his head. “Is that all you needed to know?”
    Rathi sat back and rubbed her hands together. “It was one thing to know I was designed in a lab, quite another to know that I was created with a specific purpose in mind. I wasn’t an experiment. I was a goal. It is quite a difference from where I sit.”
    Jarrod frowned, but Deoth smiled and Rathi could see the understanding in his eyes when he said. “She was wanted.”
    Jarrod blinked, and his smile was slow. “I understand now.”
    Rathi sighed and felt at peace