I tried to sit up and that effort was to much for me to achomplish. The effort caused me to pass out again and when I woke a few hours later, I felt a little bit better. Better in the fact that my head did not split open, it just felt like it split open…

I succeeded in sitting up and as I swayed back and forth as I sat. I looked around and after my eyes focused, I realized that everything was different. I heard a noise behind me and I just said without turning, “Hi Prometheus.”

That caused a squeal of delight and then in a flash, Prometheus or at least the image that she presented was standing in front of me talking a thousand miles an hour. She just babbled and babbled and to be honest, 99% of what she said slid over my head and out the door. My mind was mush, but I was glad to see she was happy and safe…

Then she stopped and looked at me and said, “We have to recharge you and get you back in good shape. You almost died and I do not have the energy needed to heal you. While I am flush with pure energy, you need more than that. Your life levels have dropped so low that anyone else but you would be dead.” The she said, “I am trying to get to the Setarris System and we will find a special star there. It has the energy that you need to heal with.” Then she said, “Sleep now and I will continue to rebuild the new craft that you have given me. I really like it and it is made of a substance that is only found in fairy-tales…”

I laid back down and went to sleep thinking about what she just said, “Fairy-Tales?”

I am back and healed!

It was told to me that while I slept the last time, that I went into a comma. I was unable to be woken and when we reached the Setarris system and Prometheus found the star called, “Tribanter” she made the decision to toss me into the star. I had a 50/50 chance and since I was basically dead at that point and no other energy would help me and if I waited any longer, I would 100% die…

So into a space suit Prometheus put me and shoved me out the door straight into the sun. Prometheus told me that she had calculated that by the time my space suit burned off in the sun, I would either have absorbed enough radiation to survive or I would die instantly as I burned up. Like I was told 50/50…

I woke screaming at the heat of the heart of a Blue Super Giant Star called Tribanter. It was huge and I was at the very center as I woke and found myself still alive. That was when survival of the toughest started…

It was me or the star and that was the basics of the whole equation. I absorbed energy, but it was so overwhelming that all energy that I absorbed was used to keep me alive. This was one massive star and like I said it was huge. It had to be a thousand times bigger than Earths star – Sol!

If I had my swords or axe then I could have funneled the energy and maybe gotten ahead of it all, but I was naked and on fire without even my armor to help me. I was just an energy entity at this point because I felt that my physical self had ignited and vaporized as fuel for the sun. The Woewebegone came to me in a vision…

Woewebegone said, “I have but one thing to say!” Then he went on, “Take this feather, it is what you make it!” Then he left with a smile on his face…

I hung there suspended in a fiery hell itself and held what looked like a feather…

I though about what he said and with great effort I willed what was left of my entity and envisioned a sword. Nothing came to mind but a Chinese War Sword! That two handed titanium bladed sword from my old days of slaying Zombies. Nothing else came to my mind and so I concentrated on that sword. A Chinese War Sword…

Then from nowhere came the sword maker from my past. The one that made my first sword way back 10,000 plus years ago. He looked at me and said, “Did you call me?” Then he shuddered and said, “You picked a hot sun to play in.” Then he looked at the sword in my hands and said, “That is the sword you want me to build? That!”

Then he grabbed it (sword) from my hands and turned to an anvil that appeared behind him. He mumbled some about how we have very little time to survive at this energy and heat level. Then he brought a huge hammer down upon the surface of the sword and he kept dipping the sword into a kiln, yes a kiln inside the sun. Then he dipped it into a liquid that coated the sword worth a special metal as he hammered and worked for what seemed like hours…

I was screaming with the pain of being burned alive one molecule at a time and the sun was winning the battle against me. Just when I thought all was finished, the sword maker turned to me and handed me a sword…

I looked down at what he had in his hands and was stunned at what I saw…

It was purple bladed, marooned handled and had gold letters blazed into its blade. The letters where Chines for 死亡 (death)…

The letters swirled as I looked at them and changed there size and position constantly on the broad blade of the sword…

The sword maker stood and said, “Plunge it into my heart! Do it now or we all wither and die and become part of the sun.”

I knew enough to do as I was told and grabbed the sword with both hands. The sword was hot and I screamed at the pain that shoot through my arms and body. I felt the last of my soul wither as if it was a leaf on a tree in the winter time. Then with the last of my entities soul, I pushed the sword through his heart. He disappeared back to who knows where and I held on to that sword…

Then it happened. I felt something familiar, something strong and desiring of death and destruction. That something that I have to battle with as I allow it to kill, maim, murder, dissect and suck the life from everything in the universe. I was to weak to tell it no and it attacked…

It attacked the sun called Tribanter. It attacked as only a sword made from the bowls of a super giant star could attack. It attacked like a sword made from some form of metal from the depths of an ether world could attack. It drug me with it, I held on with all the energy I had left. It attacked and when it was full, the energy flowed into me. Like a funnel filling a bottle…

The something clicked inside of me and I roared back to life. The threshold between death and life had been crossed. I held that sword and felt the physical body reassemble itself and the pain was a thousand times greater than anything I have ever felt. Every cell that was made was like a million needles being jabbed into me. But every cell reformed as I became whole again. I found myself covered in my armor with a Chinese War Sword in hand…

My armor was just like the blade of the sword I held and the Chinese symbols of Death floated in gold all over me like swirling leaves. The the symbols disappeared and I gripped the sword. I drew in energy from the sun as I spun and pushed the blade into the very center on the star. The sword turned bright blue and I absorbed energy. I was dry, I had been depleted and that would be this suns demise…

The Giant Blue Star flashed form existence and then I doubled over as I needed more energy. A scream came to my mind as Prometheus saw that I was going to go after another star and my sword even cowered as I screamed for more power. Prometheus screamed, “Stop you will kill all life!”

Then as I heard her words, something deep inside my mind where reason still reigned. Told me to take a deep breath. That my batteries were full and I was just reacting to the fact that I almost died…

The all colors became normal and I floated peacefully in space as Prometheus powered over toward me to gather me back inside her walls…

Prometheus said I slept for another week and here I am feeling pretty good again. In a few days it will be time to get things back on track as we start to hunt for Zighile Comstock. For he is nearby, I can just feel it…

The power of a blue giant star! I have never felt this powerful…

Stryker