Coronian Palace.

"I heard one of their high admirals got himself killed though the circumstances aren't public information"

"Kurok avoided my question when I asked about further details. He said that the high admiral died honourable under the circumstances." the Queen answered. "Whether his definition of honour is different to ours is another matter."

"Entirely" Mocnia added

The Queen politely chuckled "Anyway, don't get yourself worked up regarding Labule... Their frustrating but the other houses are in the same boat as you regarding them."

"Maybe but one day the Labule's will go too far" Monica said.

"Yes, but I thought that 200 years ago... They haven't so far." The Queen commented slowly walking off. This time heading towards Trace's room.

Trace was meanwhile watching a newscast of the Gol devastating OMEGA two.

The Queen politely knocked on his door. She waited calmly, the guards had already cleared her to do so anyway.

The door opened up but Trace continued to watch the Newscast.

The Queen politely entered and sat down on a chair. "Something troubling you?" she asked politely.

The Holo screen doubled in size allowing the queen to watch OMEGA twos devastation as well. Trace remained silent.

The Queen watched it calmly. "I see." she simply said. "your concerned."

Trace gave a silent 'yes'

The Queen sighed. "The Guild's planning something big... I'm not sure what Kurok is planning, but it invovles Orion. I'd reccommend you avoid travelling to the mothership for the moment." she suggested.

"I know" Trace replied

"Okay, so care to talk about your problems?" The Queen asked.

"No thanks I'm good" Trace replied

The Queen nodded "okay." she stood up carefully and walked out.

When the door shut behind the Queen and door relocked itself Trace heard a slight giggling in the corner of the room where a shadow appeared to be moving.

The Queen had returned to her chamber and was already getting dressed for sleep.

The Personal advisor was in his office, politely reading a new report from the Guild. He sighed, to himself of course.

Trace heard a female voice whisper into his ear.

"Lets play a game Prince Trace" The voice whispered in an eerily sweet tone

Trace spun around to find the source but saw nothing and before he knew it he was enveloped by shadows.

9 hours later.

The Personal advisor was in the Queen's chamber. He was checking her pulse, the handmaidens were watching. "Not a word until I inform." He simply ordered. They nodded quickly as he walked out.

Outside Trace's chamber few minutes later..

The Personal Advisor knocked on the door politely.

Trace looked all around but could see nothing none of his senses seemed to be working until he heard a mocking giggling coming from all around himself.

"WHOSE THERE? SHOW YOURSELF WHOEVER YOU ARE" Trace shouted only to be met with mocking a laughter.

There came no reply from within but the doors were not locked.

The Personal Advisor politely opened the door, not fully sure whether the Nakoras were in or not.

There suspended three feet above the bed was Trace contained in a transparent blue sphere. A teenage human girl wearing black boots, a purple skirt and socks and with a black shirt and purple eyes and hair was stood next the sphere.

The Darkness vanished and the corpses of people began to appear around Trace.