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Willow, floating up to the strange light. She was like a puppet with invisible strings dragging her to hell.
    The demon came closer, looking at her with his strange dead eyes. He’s taking me to hell where I’ll be tortured forever . Regret for things left undone filled her. So much she’d never experienced…her champion would never rescue her atop a big steed.

Chapter Two
     
    Little Blue Planet
     
    T’zaal approached the unremarkable tiny blue planet determined to prove his theories were right. No one wanted to explore the world, because, even though it was the only one with life signs in the system, it was too small. The other planets were either dead rocks or giant gas planets. Not this one. It teemed with life.
     The commander ordered most of the scouts to one of the gas planet’s many moons to look for ore. He’d demanded a small part of the scout ships be spared to check the planet, arguing they needed live specimens for feeding. Grudgingly, the arrogant head of tactics had agreed, insisting on a quick sweep and grab of larger specimens. He’d been on his way to the scout ship bay when Zu’thro had intercepted him.
    “Where do you think you’re going, Science Officer T’zaal?”
    “I’m going to the blue planet. There are some readings I must take a closer look at.”
    “You’ll remain on board this cruiser and allow the true warriors to gather specimens.”
    “I’ve no intention of interfering, but I must take a closer look at these readings. This planet has artificial satellites, a clear indication of a more advanced civilization than I previously thought. I must determine how much.”
    “This planet is just a small pebble. What difference does it makes if they have technology? They’re no match for the Kreeh-noshian Empire.”
    “It matters to a scientist, because we need technologically advanced races to study. The small planet might prove of use yet.”
    “I doubt it, but by all means go ahead and take your readings. You have three hours.”
    “That’s not enough time. I need more than that to calibrate my instruments—”
    “Then I suggest you depart immediately. If you’re not back in three hours, I’ll leave you behind.”
    T’zaal hated to submit to the whims of the military. They were just the brute force behind the empire. Without them, the scientists wouldn’t be able to survive, because they were smaller than common warriors. Another setback was the fact that as a race the Kreeh-nosh distrusted each other. Case in point, the science ship was under military command.
    No other colony knew about the wormhole experiment. It was a closely guarded secret hidden inside the GlonNebula. Kreeh-noshians were divided into colonies. Each had an overlord, and it was up to him which information should be shared with the rest. He didn’t need the unwanted attention. There was time for revenge later. T’zaal headed for a scout ship.
    The information he’d gathered on the planet was so much he’d programmed a separate module to handle it. Judging from preliminary observation, the dominant race thought they were alone in the universe. They hadn’t made it out of their star system. Their only successful expedition had been to their moon. Other planets had been explored remotely with unmanned crafts. They were naïve, but certainly on the verge of breaking out of their little corner.
    He waved his claw-like hand and accessed the planet’s information on their inhabitants. Impossibly, these people were genetically similar to the Pendo’rahns. The only different was their size and some minor variations. While Pendo’rahns were tall, homogenous in their appearance, these beings varied in skin, eye and hair color. They were also extremely belligerent, judging by the amount of conflicts he’d witnessed.
    T’zaal was interested enough he’d narrowed his search parameters to females only. They were so different yet so alike to the Pendo’rahn females. They came in all colors and shapes.