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She kissed Burton on the forehead before . “Thank you for all you’ve done.” Anna pressed her hand against her belly. The thought of having a child gave her hope—someone to live for. # # # At the end of a successful mission, liberating planet Naan from the Nekrum’s chokehold, Burton Lang bathed in relief. The slow pulse of death was of no concern. Sir Simon, the legendary Dark Knight, who’d sailed to the edge of the world, stood before him. “Indrid Cole didn’t make it. I thought you should know.” “Then, in a few moments, I’ll be thanking him for saving you,” said Burton. “I know who you are,” said Simon. “She told me all about you.” Burton started choking. His heart pounded harder when he thought about precious memories of Simon’s mother. “Easy,” Simon said, taking a knee. “I loved your mother, and you. But I was banished when you were a baby—for reasons contradictory to what your priests will tell you. I didn’t get to raise you as my own.” Burton struggled to breathe. “At the very moment I first held you, I felt the depths of human emotion. You were so innocent. You completely depended on me and your mother for food, warmth, love. It was then that I understood why one would die for another, a human decision that I once couldn’t comprehend. Thank you for that, my son.” Simon took him by his hand and looked him in the eyes. “There is no need to apologize. When I was young I imagined meeting you. I watched other children dress up and pretend to be knights and wizards, sparring in the streets. Knowing that my father was a wizard, a real wizard, made me feel special,” he said. “It gave me courage. It made me fearless. Just knowing allowed me to become what I am today. My mother told me stories about how you built the three original kingdoms by waving a stick. I was always so proud of my father who I never met.” “A stick!” Burton laughed. “That’s what she called my wand. She said my true power comes from within my heart. It’s only a stick, she said.” He studied Simon. “My son.” he said, “The great explorer.” “Either I’m going delusional or our maps of Naan are wrong. There are hundreds of dozens of islands, not charted,” said Simon with a dumbfounded look on his

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