Nickerabi was growing so quickly, but now I had more to worry about than ever. We did not have the king nor the guard to train him, but Ze'ekelse'qwe trained with him every chance he got. I still worried. He could still be taken away from me so easily, and I would never know how long I would have him...

I was to meet his combat instructor at school, as apparently Nickerabi had gotten into a fight with a much older, stronger yautja boy who had been picking on him. Dread was sinking into my skin as my guards followed me into the room to discuss the events with the teacher.

"Is he hurt?" was the very first question that passed my lips.

"The sustained injuries are nothing more than a broken arm and a minor concussion..."

My head swam. The yautja brushed off such injuries and yet on Earth we put band-aids on scratches.

"...but not from your boy." he added.

I met the instructors golden-tinged eyes, "W-what do you mean?"

"Your boy showed a great deal of skill, beating up a higher-level yautja today."

"Nickerabi...beat him up?" I could not contain the excitement in my voice, and even the combat instructor showed slight amusement on his features.

After that day, I did not worry about him so much.

~El final~ (Catalan for "The end")