It has been five month-cycles since the fall of the Voltarian Empire.

  A fateful and CURSED day-cycle that has since been named by the people as ‘THE BATTLE OF THE BREAKERS’.

  Since Magnus’s destruction of Galactic Deciders, the escape of Emperor Voltair, and the crumbling of the Voltairan Empire, the young Jorrakan known as ‘Kaze Azir’ and I took it upon ourselves to reveal to the public the truth behind the Kren. The REAL truth.

  Upon first learning of the ‘real truth’ about the Kren, and the emperor’s secret expansion of his Empire by way of convincing the Galactic Deciders to break, and commandeer, worlds that he deemed were aligned with the Kren, the public were in an outrage.

  Many of the former Voltairan people left the planet in search of newer living grounds. Grounds that were not built upon the backs of poor and impoverished people like the Enslaved Ones.

  As for Kaze and I, we decided to keep all those wished to remain on Voltaira and begin anew.

  Together, in these past five month-cycles, we have created a new society; A grander society that is built upon ‘peace, love, and respect’. Not ‘hatred, prejudice, and fear’.

  Along with the new society that Kaze and I created with the remaining Voltairans and Enslaved we also took it upon ourselves to rename the planet.

  Tis no longer called ‘Voltaira’.

  Now, the planet is called ‘HAVEN’. Tis a place where any life-form who feels ‘alone’ or like an ‘outcast’ can come and start anew.

  A place where they can live in peace without the threats violence or war.

  Kaze fears that violence and war may inevitably come to Haven one day-cycle… But I do not.

  No, I do not fear either of those things because I know deep down within my formerly cruel and selfish heart that Magnus shall return to us.

  Though I do not know where he ventured off to after the battle, or why he even allowed Voltair to escape in the first thracking place, I know… NO, I BELIEVE that if our people and world were ever to be accosted by anyone seeking either ‘violence’ or ‘war’ then I know that Magnus shall RETURN TO US.

  One day-cycle, Mags. One day-cycle…

  _

  I am still angry with the Breaker of Worlds.

  Urgh… I honestly do not know why in the thrack he allowed that skogger Voltair to escape Haven with his life-force still ignited.

  He could have broken the whole entire thracking palace, if he wanted to.

  Or broke the emperor with the single bat of a thracking eyelash.

  Urgh… No matter, Voltair is still out there… somewhere… As well as Magnus.

  Though I am upset with the World-Breaker, I still owe him my life-cycle.

  Raxx, we all do here upon the now ‘free world’ of Haven.

  If I had not found Magnus that day-cycle on Rannuk, in the Marketplace, breaking those Thundrukkii Mercs then Emperor Voltair would still be in power and our people would still be imprisoned deep down in the Prisoner Pits, which Lero and I personally had destroyed and sealed off the literal day-cycle after the War had ended.

  Urgh… Magnus, I do not know where you are now.

  I don’t even know if you still thracking live.

  Whether your life-force is still ‘ignited’ or not I want you to know this: I am forever in your debt for saving my life-cycle, Lero’s life-cycle, and everyone else’s life-cycle that not just reside on this world, but upon every single world in the Galactic Sector. Thrack, maybe even the Known Universe as well.

  Even though I did not know you for very long, World-Breaker, you quickly became my grandest ally. My grandest friend.

  Grand thanks... brother.

  _

  I sit in the orbit of a planet.

  No.

  A FORMER planet.

  A planet that was once filled with millions...

  No.

  BILLIONS of life-forms.

  Billions of life-forms that at one time, all together, seemingly at once, ceased to exist.

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  I was the cause of this wicked act of death and destruction.

  I reside sitting in the orbit of my broken home world of planet Crix.

  It has been approximately one hundred and fifty-two point eight day-cycles since I destroyed my fellow remaining ‘Crixan Brethren’ in final combat and defeated Voltair by way of allowing him to live out the rest of his day-cycles in fear and shame rather than gift him with the sweet, coveted mercy of instant death.

  I also decimated all of the remaining Voltairan Knight forces that occupied the life-formless worlds that once surrendered themselves to my and former brethren's’ cursed, collective might.

  The Voltairan Empire, in all of its wicked entirety, is now gone… FOREVER.

  As I sit in my former broken home world’s orbit I hold something in my hand.

  This ‘something’ is the little doll named ‘Janx’ that once belonged to another one of my fellow Crixans who I also mercilessly killed.

  Her name was Jaiya.

  She was only a childling.

  I never even knew her true cycle.

  Her death, along with the countless other deaths that I SOLELY caused haunt my dreams… AND NIGHTMARES every time I close my eyes.

  Because of this, I have not slept in day-cycles.

  Too many to even bare to thracking count.

  Whilst I sit ‘crossed-legged’ in the cosmos, protecting myself with a carefully controlled shield of gravitational energy, I look down at the old, raggedy childling’s toy.

  I have been holding onto it ever since I found it residing in a crate of my former belongings back in Voltair’s Private Chamber on Voltaira.

  I know what I have come to the scattered remnants of Crix to do, but I have been prolonging it for sometime.

  Five month-cycles, to be totally exact.

  At a time, long ago, I was a man who followed his duties, no questions asked.

  I was a man who allowed my emotions to control me, along with the higher control of other beings who deemed themselves to be more powerful than me and my former fellow indoctrinated Crixan Brethren.

  Now, in this present moment, I am no longer that same man.

  Now, I am someone else… SOMETHING else.

  What am I, you may be wondering right now as you still read this pointless and tragic tale?

  Quite frankly, friend… I do not know.

  I may never know.

  I no longer look on to the future, or look to the past… Whenever I cannot help it, that is.

  Now, I only exist in just that… THE NOW.

  Tis the most logical place for myself to exist in.

  Living in the now… all alone… FOREVER.

  Keeping those who I care for safe from the harms of myself, my TRUE self.

  So, as I still reside in the orbit of my destroyed home world, I look down at Little Jaiya’s toy.

  I know what I came here to do… WITH IT.

  As I release Janx from my grasp and allow ‘him’ to hover towards the broken remnants of Planet Crix I also release the numerous horrible atrocities that I myself, and my fellow former Crixan Brethren, committed oh so long ago.

  I do not act as if they never happened because it DID happen… unfortunately.

  By ‘letting go’ of the doll I am letting go of my past evils, of my past self.

  Now, by doing so, I am at a ‘somewhat’ form of peace.

  Not a TOTAL peace, though.

  I never shall be, I think.

  I am merely at a ‘somewhat’ peace and that I am quite well with.

  As I watch Janx hover towards the broken remnants of Crix I give it a little extra ‘push’ with my telekinetic powers.

  I stop the doll from soaring once it reaches the center of the broken pieces of planet Crix.

  With the doll now residing in the planet’s ‘center’ I then proceed to use my telekinetic powers to put the pieces ‘back together’.

  It does not take long.

  Tis only takes a matter of a few minute-cycles before I have reunited ALL of the broken and drifted parts of Planet Crix with Little Jaiya’s doll residing in its hollow core forever.

  As I now look upon my put back together, but still dead home world, I realize something.

  I no longer look at Crix as a ‘graveyard’.

  No, I now look at it as a…

  _

  “MEMORIAL,” a very craggily, gaunt-faced, and rugged-looking Magnus said as he looked upon his former home world in a mixture of sadness, guilt… And pride.

  Yes. PRIDE.

  Even though Magnus was Crix’s destroyer he was now, in a way, its ‘recreator’ even though it still bore no living life-forms upon it… YET.

  After rebuilding Crix, Magnus cracked a slight smirk beneath his dark, grimy-looking beard as he slowly hovered himself backwards and away from his home world.

  Turning his back on the ‘new’ Crix now, Magnus looked out to the infinite amount of stars that now laid out before him, painted all across the wondrous cosmos of his home Galactic Sector.

  Not knowing where to trek next… Or where to lay his head for the impending night-cycle, Magnus just lowered his brow and blasted off in search of somewhere else not as the ‘Breaker of Worlds’, but as what Lero, Kaze, and the freed people on the newly renamed planet of ‘Haven’ now call him:

  THE SAVIOR OF WORLDS