1/10/1984
A swirling torrent of pain wrenched me from slumber. The stench of blood burned in my nostrils, and my vision blurred. My head thudded with the screams of the dying, from last night. Their bodies still surrounded me, the light from the moon filled the cave where we were ambushed.
The hilt of a saber poked from my chest.
My brother, Ariador, stood looking down upon me, with that grin he always wore. The one I tell him will be smacked from his face one of these days. Seven hundred years I have lived, and I could live 700 more without that grin.
For weeks we hunted murderers of my kind — The Collective Science Initiative. Our laws prevented us from killing humans without approval from the council unless we are defending ourselves, but we still used them for food. Things went wrong when one of our kind drained the daughter of a prominent scientist dry. He devoted the
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