Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 3, Chapter 17

Preserving Creata

Chronicles of Han Storm - Book 1

Part 3

Progress

Han Starts working with his abilities, confirms his destiny and comes face to face with his previous life on Creata.

*** Seventeen ***

It felt as if I was swimming through thick soup. Someone was poking my arm.

A voice surfaced.

"Get up Han, you are going to miss your flight."

It was Stone.

"I am awake."

"Good, now get going!"

Comprehension came flooding in. We were at the airport. Racewater already had our bags out of the holding compartment and Panam was helping him carry.

Stone held the door of the vehicle open. Bending down towards me he whispered "Well done Storm. We are even now, yes?"

"Yes."

Stone straightened up and slapped the roof of the vehicle.

"Good luck to all of you" he told us.

He was still grinning when he drove off.

The aircraft we approached looked huge compared to the small craft Ray had transported us in.

This was a private chartered craft. It was black and had lovely smooth lines, indicating that it was built for speed. There was a yellow logo on the tail, the glint of the setting sun disfiguring it.

Someone had a lot of money to spend on us.

I forgot. I was considered property.

I should feel flattered, but I was feeling offended and angry. Actually, just plain mad.

I took my bag from Panam and marched determinedly into my new life.

The interior of the aircraft turned out to be very comfortable.

We had a male flight attendant that served dinner and handed out blankets in case we wanted to sleep.

Racewater and Panam settled in for the night. I sat staring out the window. It was already dark outside. We would be in Prosia tomorrow.

Prosia was the seat capital of Creata. It was the one City I really would have preferred to avoid. It was three times larger than New Haven and not a friendly place at all. The Government ruled from there.

I hoped the Security Forces had all their paperwork regarding me in order. I would hate to fall into Government hands.

The flight attendant came up to me.

"I am glad you are still awake. The Captain wishes to speak with you."

Following him, we passed the peaceful forms of Racewater and Panam. They needed rest desperately too.

The attendant announced my arrival and left me at the door to the flight cabin.

"Enter please."

Closing the door behind me, I was surprised to see no co-pilot.

"Please be seated" the Captain indicated the empty seat. "So, you are the psychic?"