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“Our only hope is to hit hyperspace,” I muttered, calculating the coordinates for a jump.
The pressure was immense.
Every second counted.
As the Vendikar fighters closed in, Emilia’s voice pierced the tension:
“Do it, Mayn!”
I wasn’t sure we were far enough from Earth but we couldn’t wait any longer.
I slammed the hyperspace lever forward.
The stars outside elongated, blurring into streaks of light as we entered hyperspace.
The Vendikar ships, caught off-guard, were left behind, rapidly shrinking specks in the vast cosmic backdrop.
Breathing heavily, I turned to Emilia.
Her face was pale but her eyes shone with fierce determination.
“We did it?” she whispered, a weak smile playing on her lips.
I nodded. “For now. But our journey has just begun.”
Our escape had been narrow, our bond tested.
And as we rocketed through the vastness of the universe, I knew one thing for certain: together, we were a force to be reckoned with.
Emilia
From the dusty aisles of my bookstore to the infinite expanse of the cosmos, the contrast couldn’t be starker.
Every time I glanced out of the spaceship’s windows, I felt the sheer vastness of space enveloping me, my senses overwhelmed by its mystifying beauty.
It was a panorama of twinkling stars, glowing nebulous clouds, and vibrant planetary systems, each with its unique hue and allure.
I found myself pressing my hand against the cool glass of the cockpit window, tracing the patterns of distant constellations with my fingertips. “It’s magnificent,” I whispered, the vastness making my voice sound small and insignificant. “Even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Mayn chuckled from beside me. “You’re seeing the Arelion Cluster now,” he said, pointing to a group of bright stars that looked like they were stitched together in a celestial tapestry. “It’s home to some of the oldest civilizations in the galaxy.”
As he narrated tales of ancient beings and forgotten wars, I felt an insatiable curiosity growing within me.
My life had been about stories, after all, though previously confined to the pages of books.
But this — this was a living narrative unfolding before my eyes.
“There,” Mayn continued, pointing to a distant bluish planet enveloped by rings, “is Sylphos. Its inhabitants can manipulate sound, turning it into tangible constructs.”
My gaze was unyielding, my mind trying to fathom the wonders he described.
Suddenly, I was struck by pain.
Every fiber of my being screamed in agony, the ache originating from my very core and radiating outward, making my vision blur and my body tremble.
The sensation of my skin rippling and shifting was nauseating, like a thousand insects crawling just beneath the surface.
It felt as if I was coming apart at the seams, both mentally and physically.
