"Captain... father, please, I am begging you, put the Prism down," Zaria pleaded. How they had come to this position, Zaria had no idea. He was supposed to be dead. She had just watched him float out into space.

Of course she wanted him to be alive. Zaria imagined him walking to her and telling her how it would take more to kill him. She imagined hugging him as he brushed her hair out of her face and told her that he was sorry, that he was ready to accept her and fix their relationship. She had come up with so many scenarios the past half hour but none of them included him trying to kill her and her friends with the Prism. She didn't want him to come back like this. Anything but this.

"Stop playing games. You would shoot me as soon as I put the Prism down," he said. What scared Zaria the most were his eyes. His eyes looked foreign and distant, like he was talking to some stranger that got in his way and not his own daughter. Even in all his years of rejecting her he had never looked so far off.

"How are you standing here any way?" Xander asked. His face was an emotionless mask as he pointed the gun straight at her father's chest. "We saw you die."

"You didn't see me die, although you probably wish you had. You saw me be sucked out to space, towards a pod that was waiting to heal me as soon as I was sucked out. As soon as I had reclaimed what was mine," he tilted his head towards the Prism, "I knew that you would come after me immediately. So I sent the Prism to this ship and met with Andrew. As soon as you guys made the plan to come here, I arranged my fake death. That way I would have time to prepare the Prism to guard myself from you. I needed to make sure that I eliminate some of the greatest threats left for my vision."

"Your vision?" Zaria asked.

"Yes. I have understood that the Council does nothing. They are worthless and are constantly arguing about how to do this and that while innocent people die. There needs to be someone who can change that. There needs to be one person to make sure that everything is right. King Zeldan had the right idea. He understood that to establish order only one man can rule. The thing that he did wrong was to treat his people badly. But I won't make that same mistake. In fact, I am doing it for them. They will get better lives when I rule and not the Council."

"No," Zaria said. She could feel tears running down her cheeks for the first time since her mother's death but she continued. "You were always the Council's greatest supporter. This isn't you. It's the Prism."

"The Prism has shown me the truth. The Prism showed me power and how to wield it. It helped me. I will use its power to rule the galaxy."

"Even if innocent people die in the process?"

"This is war. People die."

Zaria shook her head and stepped closer. Xander and Andrew shouted her name, but she ignored them. She stood almost a foot away from her father, the only thing blocking her was the Prism.

"What about your own daughter?" she whispered.

"You don't care about me, not any more."

"That's not true."

"If you did, you would've supported me."

"Loved ones are there to make sure you're okay, to make sure you're true to yourself, to make sure that you don't loose your soul. They don't blindly follow whatever you say. That's what I'm trying to do now..."

"No. No more lies," he said. The Prism started to glow. "I'm sorry it had to end this way."

Zaria knew what was coming next. She had seen it happen with her own eyes on a planet, looking down from a mile into the sky. She knew that everyone on the ship was dead. But she couldn't let that happen.

The Prism grew brighter and she shouted, "NO!" Without knowing it, her hand reached out and grabbed the Prism. Then, her whole world started to burn.

Images flashed through her brain, one after another. They were all filled with columns of fire, piles of ash and bones. Death hung in the air Zaria recognized some of the locations from news reels. These were places that had fallen victim to the Prism. These were places that had been tarnished and destroyed because of the very Prism that she held in her hands. That angered her. She understood only one thing: the Prism needs to be destroyed.

More images flashed through her brain, but these were images that she were controlling, not the Prism. They flashed by at light speed one after another, each showing what the Prism has done. She knew that the Prism gained its power from anger and death.

She remembered every painful memory: her mother dying, leaving Earth and all of her friends, her father leaving and rejecting her, seeing her old friend die in her arms, all of her fellow soldiers in the battlefield mercilessly killed, her father dying before her eyes, her father driven mad by the Prism's influence. Her thoughts overflowed in her brain as the energy from the Prism made them sharper, clearer, and more painful. She let all of the anger go.

Then the Prism shattered.

Zaria's ears rung and her whole body ached as she was thrown backwards. She saw her father pass out, clearly injured, but still alive. She was aware of Xander running to her as Andrew clapped handcuffs on her father. Xander hugged her and told her how she had finished everything, she had destroyed the Prism. Andrew told her how as soon as the new Council regained order they would give her father a fair trial. She nodded and felt a little relieved. She knew that with the Prism gone, her father would return to normal. Even though he could end up in jail, he would still be her father again.

She slowly let the darkness overcome her as she fell asleep in Xander's rocking arms. It was done. It was finally over for, real this time. They were finally free of war and death.She can finally take a break. Maybe she would hang out at Maratos and see what all the fuss was about. But now she let herself fall into some much  needed sleep.