Kestrel. That’s the nickname they gave me for daring combat operations on the enemy’s space communications. Long ago, my father was called the same way. Let him not know about me—I’m much like him in many ways. Blood is not water, and life leads us along similar paths. Only I’m not in a hurry to show myself to him. Because I want to know what I’m worth on my own, without the support of Prince Kestelyov.
A war hero? Being brave and skilled in battle isn’t that hard. Much harder is to achieve something in life, firmly stand on your feet, and confidently look to the future. And I’m already on the way to that—though there is still a lot to do.