He hadn’t begun the rising with a lack of strength or fatigue and yet, his life was no longer his own. All due to a single female. She wasn’t overly tall, even considered short to some. Her hair was trimmed in a style deemed “sexy” by other humans, though it was woefully short in his opinion. Her skin was clear and free of age despite her years. But what she lacked in stature was compensated by a haughty attitude and the ability to wield her voice like the deadliest of weapons. And he loved her, so the last thing he would ever do was upset her. Many knew of Tave as the strongest, fiercest warrior of all Ujals, both on Earth and other planets, but they didn’t realize his one weakness—female tears. This female… she knew. A small sniffle reached him, and then a single, sparkling droplet slid down her cheek and glistened against her pale skin. Tave groaned like an annoyed adolescent and sank into the seat beside the woman. He owed his life to her. She was, after all, his mother.
