THE ANTAREAN ODYSSEY

<p>I am Sargon Captain of the Antares whom the prophet at my birth named the Even-Star of the House of the Descending Falcon and the rising Morning Star of his people. What a confusing name to give to a small child. Now that I am at the end of my days I think I can finally decipher the contradiction. I was heralded as the hope of the Astari my people. The soothsayer told my great-grandfather the last hope. This was the reason for the name Even-star. But it was not to be. I'm also the last heir to the throne of Istranavu my world. The assassination of the Emperor and my banishment was apparently the death-knell of my people.</p><p>The Antares my second home will soon translate into the arms of Incal the sun of my world. I have chosen death than have this ship used for their foul play I will destroy the Antares. This is the end the end of the joy and sorrows of a life I never in my wildest dreams could have envisioned. I was born two hundred years ago into the House of the Descending Falcon. My family was ancient even by the standards of my world. Both my parents were scientists. I think I inherited my inquisitiveness from them. Sirtis my mother was the granddaughter of the emperor which placed me high on the social and political ladder.</p><p>When a civilization becomes ancient it has the tendency to look back to a golden age. Everything hoary acquires a golden glow as Sabrina would have said. But there I'm getting ahead of myself so I'd better start at the beginning.</p>