Marlow warned this day would come. The day when Lanyr, my home, would cease to exist, destroyed by a man who thought only of the power he could acquire. Before he died, Marlow made me promise to look after his granddaughter, Rynah—to guide her.
“She is the key,” he said, “the key to stopping a most dangerous man.”
My name is Solaris. I am a ship, a vessel some consider archaic, but I have a secret—a purpose.