The Empress with Glass Eyes
The Empress and her court traveled through the silence of space. The Empress was 350 years old and looked like it. Her hair was white and her eyes colorless.
It was only days that the House of the Yellow Sun had boarded the court ship. In the blink of an eye, their once massive yellow sun had collapsed into a supernova. The Empress and her small entourage were running away from the dying sun. From the ship the Empress watched her planet be consumed and with it all its inhabitants.
Ahead of the court ship was darkness, the closest start more than 4 light years away. Behind them, an explosion of cosmic intensity that still grew in brightness.
The Empress sat behind the protective glass of the ship and watched their sun burn itself out. A small robot sat next to the Empress.
“Will we find another yellow Sun, your Highness?”
“I don’t know,” the Empress said watching the sun. “Once we were nomads in the surface of our planet. Today our species lives in space and we become nomad again.”
“But we are so few, your Highness,” said the robot.
“We will travel this galaxy looking for heavy metals,” said the Empress with determination. “And with those metals we will rebuild our people. And with our people we will rebuild our Nation.”
“Maybe one day,” said the robot, “we will find a new Yellow Sun?”
“Maybe one day we will find a place to call home again,” said the Empress with glass eyes. “But until then ours will be a homeless House and it will be known as The House of the Fallen Sun.”