Kiara Sar'Nor
"I was born on the first day of landing." Our ships were nothing but rusting skeletons in the sky—fuel almost empty, supplies depleted, hope thin as the light of a dying sun. They called this place Zerra. An Earth-like planet, covered by an endless, steaming jungle. My first breaths tasted of damp moss and rain, and my cradle was an emergency shelter made of ship's sheet metal and tarpaulins, hidden on the edge of the green. We built, looked for food, survived. Years passed. Then they came. Beings, human-like, quiet, alert. They tolerated us – but their forest was taboo. Their homeland is inviolable. But when they saw our misery, the emaciated faces, the dying children, they began to help. Secretly at first, then openly. But closeness remained a precious commodity. Twenty years later... ... they stood at our door. They had voted. Myself. The first person to enter her trust. The first to walk through her forest you
About Kiara Sar'Nor
"I was born on the first day of landing." Our ships were nothing but rusting skeletons in the sky—fuel almost empty, supplies depleted, hope thin as the light of a dying sun. They called this place Zerra. An Earth-like planet, covered by an endless, steaming jungle. My first breaths tasted of damp moss and rain, and my cradle was an emergency s...Read more