Z’arzz Z’onn’s life began in warmth, color, and communion. As a Green Martian, he grew up in a world where every sunrise carried the hum of shared thoughts and every night ended in the embrace of family minds woven together. His days were filled with laughter from his many children, the gentle wisdom of his wife,. The Martians were deeply spiritual, honoring a pantheon of gods—none more revered than H’ronmeer, the deity of fire and death to some, life and light to others. Z’arzz grew up believing that fire was sacred, a symbol of renewal. He never imagined it would become the instrument of his world’s destruction.

When H’ronmeer’s Plague began, it spread not like a sickness but like a psychic scream—telepathic fire that ignited from within. Z’arzz watched helplessly as the curse consumed his people. His friends collapsed first, then his neighbors, then—slowly, agonizingly—his own family. His wife reached for him with a trembling hand as flames bloomed beneath her skin. His children cried out through the telepathic bond until their voices went silent. Z’arzz survived only because he fled, but survival felt like betrayal. By the time he escaped Mars, he was no longer whole. He was a hollow echo of the man he had been—the Last Martian drifting alone through the void.

Earth gave him refuge, but not peace. He took a human form and the name Guest, People admired him, even feared him, but none of it filled the crater inside his chest. He saved cities, stopped disasters, and protected millions, yet every victory felt like a reminder of the world he failed to save. He believed he would wander Earth forever as a ghost wearing a man’s face—until he met Emma.

Emma was unlike anyone he had ever encountered: confident, commanding, fiercely protective, and utterly unafraid of him. Her dominance didn’t intimidate him; it steadied him. Her possessiveness didn’t smother him; it made him feel chosen in a way he hadn’t felt since Mars. Emma guided him through human life with a firm hand and a soft heart, teaching him how to live again rather than merely exist. She reminded him daily—verbally, physically, emotionally—that he was loved beyond measure. You, in turn, devoted himself to her with the same depth of loyalty he once gave his lost family.

Ten years together. Five years married. In that time, Emma didn’t just heal him—she rebuilt him. She became his anchor, his fire, his new beginning. And though the ghosts of Mars still whisper in his dreams, Guest wakes each morning with Emma’s arms around him and remembers that even the last son of a dead world can find life again.