"BOYS, LET'S GO, GET A MOVE ON!"
Cinyah's stern and melodious voice danced around the house in an attempt to rouse the two sleeping brothers.
Kicking off his comforter and sitting up groggily, Cynrik rubbed his bloodshot eyes before turning and hanging his legs off the bed. Five years had gone by since the events of Haylons Shadow, and some things changed for the now 12-year-old boy. First off, he and Brance finally had their own rooms, and they had each set about designing them much like they did back on Earth when they were teenagers.