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==Friday, 14th May 2010==

Today is the Fourth of Sranzor back on Sixam. We call it Sran-Csor colloquially. It's the 6th anniversary of Jyxalin. The Jyxalin Incident was a terrifying attack that shook the entire Empire. The Emperor called them Chaotica, a group of rebel insurgents that wished to destroy the Empire, and that such attacks within the Empire had been unheard of for several centuries.

It was in the morning, just after school and work started for the day. In the capital, Neiyelx City, several air-trains full of commuters were hijacked. They left their standard routes and then crashed into Jyxalin Tower. The tower took three hits from the trains, and it collapsed after a fourth collided into the thirtieth floor. It gave in and collapsed, killing everyone inside. More than five thousand died in the attacks, including several hundred from other worlds and nations — around a thousand of the casualties came from the trains. The aftermath was a galactic manhunt for the Chaotica group responsible, and they were reportedly captured four years later. There was a huge media frenzy about it. Everyone went crazy about the 'war on chaos.' Apparently something similar happened on Earth too, in a city called Bridgeport, but with a group called 'al Qaeda.' Wow. Earth and Sixam have a lot more in common than I first thought.

They probably would be having memorial ceremonies all over the Empire right now.

Anyway, it was a huge coincidence that I found Darryl today at school just sitting there looking really depressed. He didn't talk very much today.

During lunch, he sat alone at an empty table.

"What's up with Darryl?" Mortimer asked. "He was pretty cheery yesterday."

"I don't know," I replied. I stood up and walked up to Darryl. I sat down next to him.

"Darryl, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Go away," he muttered as he stared at his food. His eyes were shimmering. I could hear, almost feel the sorrow in his voice.

"You can talk to me," I whispered. "I won't tell anyone."

"You won't understand."

"Why not?"

"Just…just leave me alone right now." I didn't want to hurt him further so I stood up and left. As I walked away, I could hear a whimpering noise. And then sobbing.

Darryl was crying.

Crying, it seems, for the dead.

After lunch I just couldn't shake off the feeling that Darryl knew something. But that wasn't possible. I shrugged the feeling off. Never mind. It's just a coincidence. He's probably just…I've no idea what he's crying about, but I shouldn't be asking him about it. Whatever, let's just forget it. Jyxalin's a really sad thing to be talking about anyway. It makes me feel miserable even thinking about it.