Magik soared high into the sky amid the dark night, leaving Earth. On the screen in front of me, I saw my dad standing next to the observation window in the passenger cabin. He watched as we left the city we’d grown up in, pulling away from the atmosphere. My dad didn’t say anything, but my brother and I knew that he loathed leaving.

I recalled the year I’d suddenly arrived in a foreign world, losing my home, family, and friends. It felt as though I’d fallen into an abyss and I could only wail tearfully.

A satellite slowly moved past us. Loki looked at it curiously. It seemed he was adapting well. It might have been because he was a young man and felt an urge to challenge...