The Paladin Chronicles
B. W. Philpot
(Outskirts Press, June 19, 2006)
"The Zillians are coming!" Ridiyaah -- Ridi, as she was called by the other Paladins -- sat on the park bench looking up at the mangled remains of her ship, which was docked underneath her home. She had been surveying it through the transparent shell of The Domain and the damage to it was severe. The secluded little bench she was sitting on was overlooked by her home and its winding stairway that spiraled up the side of The Domain's inner skin. In happier days, it had always been one of her favorite spots. She didn't have many friends -- everyone was too intimidated by her father to get too close to her -- and she had spent many hours here alone staring out into the cosmos. To the right of her home she could see Lensil's house and the thought of what had happened there caused her to lower her head in remorse and self-pity. Her father had been the one to assign housing units to the Paladins when they came of age and he had assigned her the house next to Lensil's home. How could he have known that it would lead to an event that would ruin her reputation? It wasn't his fault, she told herself, he had only made the assignment because she and Lensil had become friends at an early age. The other children had very little to do with her when she was very young; no one wanted to risk upsetting her and incur Bomabech's wraith.