Sahara sets upright screaming for Scar. Instead she finds herself face to face with his father.

"Scar, Scar." I repeat over and over.

Scar's father presses me lightly back on the examination table.

"Where am I?"

"Sick bay." says my box from somewhere in the room.

I am wearing a thin gown nothing else.

"Is Scar really dead?"

"He died in the battle, very honorable death." says his father.

Then all past events came rushing back to me.

"No, no!"

"He will be burned tomorrow in a ceremony. You may bear witness."

"I loved him." I confess.

Scar's father now avoids my gaze.

"You were with him?" he asks

"As much as I could but I should have done more!" I yell.

"In a mating nature is what I meant." he says.

He still does not make eye contact.

"Yes I fucked him!" I blurt

I was so annoyed by his father. What difference did it make? Scar was dead what was the point in being shy about the question?

"Then you know." he says.

"Know what?"

"You carry his Yautja seed."

"Are you saying I'm pregnant?"

"Correct." he responds.

"You must be joking." I say loudly despite my current state.

"In your womb is the seed of my son."

"But—Scar is dead. Now you are telling me I'm pregnant! What are the chances?"

"Tests show that you are indeed with child."

"Yes then I guess so. After all your test can never be wrong!" I say

"Yautja technology is untouched none can ever hope to come close!"

"This is bullshit!" I say aloud.

It's not that I didn't love Scar it's just that this was so unexpected. If this was fantasy then I would not care but in reality parents take care of their children. Now I am a parent all on my own and I have to be mom and dad. What would this child even look like? Would it even come out alive or kill me during birth or some other weird thing?

"In time you will be better suited." says Scar's father ready to walk away.

"Wait! I just don't understand, everything is happening so fast."

"It is natural to think." he says.

"I thought your kind could not procreate with human." I say.

"It is possible just very rare. You are one of the first few."

"How far along am I?"

In the back of my mind I know I was only raped by Naff once but it could possibly be his child.

"One month." answers Scar's father.

"Naff raped me a week ago at the most. That means that Scar and I have a child. Part of me jumped for joy.

"Will it be due soon?"

Scar's father appears skeptical by my question.

"It is only a month old."

"I know. I just don't know anything about these things. I mean being pregnant."

"In one season it will be ready." he says

"When can I go? I feel fine." I say impatiently.

"Your injuries have almost gone completely thanks to our medicine. You will be out before long."

I could have said "sorry" and that Scar's death was my fault but Yautja feel differently about death. They felt everyone was destined to meet it regardless of species. It was just one of those things if it came it came. When it's your time that's it you're gone, no need to say anything else.

"How will I take care of this child alone?" I ask.

"It is my relation so it is already done." he says proudly.

The next day was the hardest. I got released early that morning so I had time to get to Scar's funeral I guess you can call it that. It was a burning of his body. Scar's father gave me all of Scar's trophies and belongings that were on him at the time of death.

To be honest this was not the way I would ever think things would turn out.

I would have searched for Naff but heard from other Yautja that he disappeared soon after the battle. He stole a ship and left for space. He's now on a wanted list as a bad seed.

Just as Scar's father said I had a baby Yautja and he helped me raise him. Scar's son could have gone for his identical twin. He became a very strong and smart male with Scar's father's guidance and mine. I named him Alms because he was truly a gift.

I have also been training since he was a baby. Eighteen years have passed now and I am among the most skilled fighters. I never could mate with another Yautja guess they can never measure up to Scar.

Alms is in the pit warming up for a fight. His grandfather is on the sidelines. Next to his grandfather is a very attractive lady with a very muscular physique, Alms mother. She holds a custom mask under one arm. Her body is covered in warrior marks; she holds her head high and gives Alms a nod of approval.

My son Alms is battling today. I have a feeling that he is going to win.

THE END AWWWWW!!!!!

"Sahara you will never be forgotten in my heart or in my mind. You are a ray of beauty, whenever a breeze stirs the sand and gravel crunches under foot, no matter the number of sun or moon that rise and fade Sahara you will be mine."

—Scar