Saban stood in his long robe, gazing out onto the world he had wrought. Being the oldest of the three ancient rulers, gave him a unique perspective on their place in history. Though his grey eyes sparkled with the joy of living, is lode green skin was now toughened by the hibernation gel he slept most of his life away in. His coarse black hair had grown almost to his ankles during the 7,000 years he had cycled through turns ruling.
With predictable regularity Saban had slept forty solars, and ruled twenty for coming up on a 120 cycles…7,140 solars. If not for his Queen he might have given up long ago. No male should outlive his entire line, yet that had been his lot in life.
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With their numbers, they could swarm the cluster. They pose a real threat to our world, do they not?”
Saban shoved his hands into the sleeves of his robs, his fingers curling into fists. His lip curled back over his front teeth in an angry snarl. “Naturally, they are the greatest threat of our time. You are young, my friend. I have seen the ugly face of war. It will change our world…our culture will be damaged. It will take a very long time, and all our resources to rebuild if the worst comes to pass.”
“In that case, I may see you again shortly.”
Saban knew immediately what his assistant meant by that comment. “I also wonder if my sweet queen will choose to wake myself and Bradon if war breaks out.”
Terik responded earnestly, “It’s permissible…even advisable to wake all three ancients during times of great upheaval. She may have need of your negotiation skills, to garner the support of trading our partners. She will definitely need your expertise, to broker a peace treaty once the fighting is finished.”
Saban made a mental note to remind her that he was, as always, at her service in such