Helthena and Farah were now nine years old, Koltor is eight, and Delilah is six, yeah they're growing up fast. Farah had noticed she didn't look anything like Zarkon or Elara, unlike all her siblings. Zanthea was practically Elara's twin, Bellatrix was a mix of both parents, Helthena was literally a perfect blend of both parents, Koltor was Zarkon's doppelganger but had darker colors and Elara's eyes, and Delilah looked like Zarkon but had Elara's hair. Farah had white fur, ears similar to Sendak, and eyes lighter then Elara's. She decided to ask her parents looked so different, now that she and Helthena weren't sharing a room anymore. She pulled them aside just before bed and asked the question.

"I'm not like 'thena, Koltor, Delilah, Bella, or 'thea. Why do I look so different?" She asked.

Elara's heart was racing in her chest as dread fell upon her like a weighted blanket. Zarkon was no different, he felt as if he just got hit by a truck. Zarkon and Elara shared a look and she gave him a sad nod before he started speaking as they sat on either side of her.

"This isn't easy for us to say but it won't be easy for you to hear either." Zarkon said. Elara was already struggling to keep it together.

"We didn't think we had to tell so soon, but it has to be done." Elara said sadly.

"Well... It's better to get it done sooner." Farah said nervously.

"Well... Nine years ago I had been called to the your uncle's quarters on the Central Command Ship by your Uncle Sendak and there was a tiny kit on the bed, I mean, very, very tiny and undoubtedly adorable. We just had Helthena eight months before this. I freaked out of course because I had no idea what to think and Sendak explain that he had found this kit on a mission and brought it back there was no note there, so it was clear that the parents didn't want the kit. We took the baby to the medic, Ulaz, and he said that she was under weight, dehydrated, and her chance of survival was very low. I had your Uncle take Helthena back to the rest of the other kids and bring me Zarkon and he decided that we would adopt that kit. That kit's name is Farah." Elara explained.

"I knew I was adopted." Farah sighed.

"Excuse m- how? When? Who? How?" Elara asked.

"Who told you?" Zarkon asked.

"Has it ever occurred to either of you that I don't look like any of you? The laws of genetics don't work this way." Farah said seriously.

"Sorry Princess wise ass." Zarkon mumbled earning a whack the arm Elara.

"Anyway, I nearly cried, but anyway we still love you even though you're not biologically related to us." Elara said, smiling at her.

"I know. Now I wanna sleep. Bye!" Farah said and got herself comfortable.

"Oh... Ok. Goodnight?" Elara said awkwardly. She and Zarkon left the room slightly stunned.

"What that was quite a moment..." Zarkon mumbled.

"Indeed, anyway time for bed." Elara said and quickly changed, it didn't take her long to fall asleep at all, Zarkon was thinking to himself as she slept.

'Those kids are growing way too fast, it keeps reminding that your time is coming too... Fourteen years is all I have left with you. What a bunch bullshit... I hate fate but I love my she devil.'