A Dark, Distorted Mirror. Volume 5 : Among the Stars, like Giants. Part 4 : Hopes, Aspirations and Dreams

"But some of my friends broke me out that night, and I almost forgot about the prophecy. Some years later, twelve at least, the Centauri soldiers tracked down one of our bases, to that cave over there. We were outnumbered and overrun and pretty soon I was on my own, my gun running low on energy, staring at what looked like hundreds of the bastards. I remembered the old witch's prophecy again, and I was sure she was right. For a moment I felt like giving up and letting them kill me."

He fell silent for a moment.

"And what happened?" Lennier asked.

"I picked up the gun and carried on firing. Managed to fight my way out. Went to ground in the mountains. Hid for weeks, starving and hurt. But I was still alive. I'd won, see. I'd beaten the old witch. She died the night before we burned her lord's estates to the ground. Pity. I'd have liked to talk to her one last time."

He looked around at the mountains and sighed.

"And you have come back to die here?" Lennier asked.

G'Sten looked at him and laughed. "Are you joking, boy? No, I came here to spit in the bitch's face one last time." He threw his arms wide and shouted into the sky. "Do you hear me, witch? I'm still alive! And I'm not going to die here!"

He laughed, long and loud, and then jumped down from the rock he was sitting on. "I'm going to walk back into town. Do you want to come with me?"

"I...." Lennier looked around. "No, I think I will stay here. I.... like this place."

"Suit yourself." He shook the bottle. There was the sloshing of liquid. "Do you want some?"

"Is it alcoholic?" G'Sten nodded. "Then, no. My people do not drink alcohol."

"I don't think you'll have time to worry about a hangover."

"No, but thank you."

"Word of advice, boy. Take every opportunity you have to experience new things, because you never know when you'll never get a chance again." G'Sten thought over those words. "Or something like that. Are you sure you don't want any?"

"No."

"Your loss. Nice to have met you, boy."

"My name is Lennier."

"Nice to have met you, Lennier." He took another long draught and headed back along the road to the city.

Lennier looked up into the sky, and sat down to pray.

It was beginning to get dark.