Like No One

“The Wanderers aren’t really my people,” Rastaban said.

Andrev turned that over in his mind, remembered how the people had looked up to him as a leader and a friend. “They seemed to think they were your people.”

“I led them for a time, but they are not my people. My people are...different.” He levitated a small pebble over his open palm to make his point.

“Are there more like you?” Andrev asked. “There are more like me.”

Rastaban shrugged. “In all my wanderings, the only one I ever found like me was Kana. And she’s like no one.”