Selenit-Saturn

CHAPTER 3: Savior of Worlds Only few hours had gone by yet I was already worn out from repairing my ship. I lay on the couch in the forward lounge, just staring at the strange planet I'd found myself in orbit around. An empty doughnut box was on my lap, the very last of the pastries were dissolving in my stomach. They were good, but not even the Liddell family's famous baking could cheer me up. Things were bad, really bad. Not long after I'd arrived I started reviewing the navigation logs. After a little persuading and adjustments to the near-fried system, it calculated my current position within the Small Magellanic Cloud, and irregular dw

CHAPTER 2: A Bad Dream - Part II "Well there she is..." Said a familiar, friendly voice. "...Hard to believe she's still green." I looked up from the console I was seated at and gazed out the viewport. A beautiful blue and green world floated before me. Bright cities could be seen dotting the dark side of the planet. A yellow star rising above the distant horizon. Earth, capital of the Terran Union. Uncle Henry stood from his seat and motioned for me to replace him at the helm. I grinned widely. Today was my fourteenth birthday, and as luck would have it, Henry received a cargo contract earlier in the morning. I was ecstatic that I was

CHAPTER 1: A Bad Dream - Part I I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. A pulsating high pitched tone that made me wish I had some blunt instrument to pummel the object into oblivion. Sadly the only thing within reach was the alarm clock itself, so I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment. I had gotten used to this sort of morning, the dream had become more frequent .....how odd. I sat up slowly, like undead mummified remains rising from they're sarcophagus. As I stretched my aching limbs I stole a quick glance at the clock. It was still mid-morning. My old slippers waited by my bed, the

 I've seen this dream many times. Actually... dream isn't a fitting term, "nightmare" would be more suitable. I've seen it so many times that I've lost count. Dozens? Hundreds? ...what does it matter, it was always the same damn nightmare anyway. I usually woke up the same way too, with my bed soaked with either sweat, tears or a lovely combination of both... The dream began with darkness, a cursed void as deep as the night sky. Route 43 was nearly deserted that night, an occasional light or shape would pass by in the blackness. I could hear whispering in the front seat. I didn't catch much of it, something like "Are you sure this is the