Copyright 2009 by Felicity Heaton
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Sophia stood in the expansive white square in front of the palace and watched the biggest and blackest fighter ship she had ever seen descend into the royal port of Lyra Prime. It wasn’t just the colour of the sleek curvaceous craft that made it black to her. It was what it contained. Another black cloud to mar her perfect blue Lyran sky. With a sigh, she tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder and ran her fingers down the twin braids that started at her temples and flowed down the front of her pale blue empire-line dress. Her eyes tracked the ship and she toyed with the braids as she always did when nervous or angry. How was she going to get out of this one? She glanced at the palace and then back at the ship as it landed, sending a plume of white dust up into the air as the thrusters fired.
Her father had gone too far this time.