The Fighter Pilots Mistress
From The Pardusian Chronicles
Two shadows approach the cold metal of a slave camp. Shadow one loses it's human and sifts the vacuum. Shadow two falls, passing through the void until he becomes the void.
Shadow one is now a circling crow, a smear of ash against a star-studded sky. She falls on the camp like rain and shakes it's hull like thunder,
a wreath of black feathers on zortrium.
