After Garryn returns to claim the throne of his homeworld, he finds himself plagued with dreams of a mysterious star system with a yellow sun.
Driven to consult a mentalist to determine the cause of his nightly visions, Garryn discovers he is one of many who wake up in the night. Along with a new friend, he embarks on a quest to understand the cause of his dreams.
But the truth reveals a secret, one that will change their lives and shake the Empire to its foundations.
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We are the lucky ones.
We survived the exodus to reach the new world, unlike many of our people. We are here because fate allowed us to survive the odds while the rest did not. It is chilling to think the Weavers can be so random when choosing who lives or dies.
From our ship's logs, the journey of House Brysdyn to our new home took place without incident. Thirty ships left our star system, carrying no fewer than five hundred thousand passengers in stasis. However, when the computers installed in our Worldships woke us on our approach to this world, we learned only two ships remained.
Any chance of rebuilding the empire died with the others.
The loss of so many affected us as profoundly as facing the reality of our white star's impending supernova. It is a sobering thing for any race to accept it would outlive the planet of its origin. The White Star civilisation, representing everything we knew, was coming to an end.
For years, many tried to deny the truth, dismiss it as doomsday hysteria, but the science of the cosmos proved without doubt the dwarf star in the centre of our solar system was dying. Our existence came about through an evolutionary fluke. Life should never have formed here, but through a one-in-a-billion chance it did, and our civilisation came into being.
In the end, it mattered little, because our sun was still decaying.