The Voice by L.K. William

Author:L.K., William [L.K., William]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2008-12-24T06:00:00+00:00

- CHAPTER EIGHT -

There it was, right in front of the three of us. This was the spacecraft, no doubt, that lay ruin to this town.

It was huge, almost four stories high I would suspect. Shiny black, metal exterior with small blue and green lights affixed to the periphery. Halfway up the front of the craft, one enormous landing light jetted straight out. Right above that was a glassy tubular cockpit area, the glass was shimmering making it impossible to see anyone inside.

It looked no different than any other spacecraft I remembered seeing flying over Sebulese. While I still could not remember my name, Sebulese I suddenly and instinctively remembered quite well. Like a rainstorm, the memories started to flood into my brain.

It was the planet my Father was born on, and the planet where I was raised before we were sent to Earth to work at the docking port. I remember my Father saying that he had disobeyed his superior when I was still very young and our punishment was to be hard work at the docking port for at least the next generation.

I think I remembered Sebulese so well, mostly because my Father talked about it so often. We left there when I was still a boy, and working at the docking port on Earth was the only life I ever knew.

The only elder we ever answered to there was an extremely tall man named Quata. My Dad would remind me daily how important it was to follow Quata’s orders at all times. Failure to comply with Quata and his men would certainly spell doom for all of us. And so, that was my life before this.

It was funny, I hadn’t remembered any of this until we stood before this spacecraft. The spacecraft must have jogged loose this memory. Unfortunately, my name was still a mystery.

My bald friend turned to me and said, “Are you remembering also?”

“Yes,” I said. “I worked at the docking port on Earth.”

“So did I,” said my bald friend. “I think we worked together, I remember your Father, very protective but a good man.”

“I am starting to remember him also,” I said, a hint of nostalgia floating through.

My bald friend stared up at the massive spacecraft and said, “This ship is already equipped for travel, looks fully fuelled and polished to me.”

I knew we would never see a ship in this good a condition on Earth unless it was ready for takeoff. Ships that came to earth were there for fuel and cleanup mostly. This ship was ready for a voyage.

“We are not on Earth,” I said. “We must be on Sebulese.”

“Why?” Said my bald friend, simply.

“They want something from us, we better behave!” It sounded amusing at first, saying it that way, like a child afraid of his abusive parents. The truth, however, was just that.

The spacecraft made a noise, it was the hum. Not nearly as threatening as the times we had heard it before. The sound hovered over us calmly. Serene, tranquil, infinitely more friendly.

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