Chronicles of Tyria: Book 1
The Silver Hawk
Mikael leaned back in his favorite leather chair, taking a break from more than ten hours of cataloguing. A last minute scramble to get that report done, yet again. He knew he should be more dedicated if he ever wanted to earn a promotion, but it all seemed so pointless. He glanced out the lab window at the blue planet, swirling with opaque grey clouds. The same one he had been studying for the last hundred cycles. Tyria, they called it in the human tongue. He could still hear his mother's strict instructions: observe and catalogue. Do not mess this one up.