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

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 3, Chapter 19

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.

*** Nineteen ***

The aircraft and crew were the same that brought us to Prosia. The Captain introduced himself as Captain Heraldt and the assistant and co-pilot simply as Nic.

We were left mostly to our own devices throughout the flight to Atlantica. Panam saw that we all had enough to eat. I practiced to refine my skills with the electronic equipment, being careful not to disrupt the aircraft's equipment.

We also started on Racewater and Panam's training regarding the safeguarding of their thoughts.

It made an interesting game to them to see if they could hide their thoughts from me. They very quickly managed the fundamentals and could soon feel when I tried to access their thoughts, successfully blocking me.

Nic broke up our game by announcing that we were going to fly over Atlantica in five minutes.

The airfield we were to use was situated near the most southerly tip of the huge island. It was the only place with a long enough airstrip to land our aircraft.

We all restrained ourselves in the seats, each one making sure he sat next to a window.

It was a spectacular view. I had never imagined such green in all my life. There were no mountains, just gentle rolling hills of the most emerald green you have ever seen. Clumps of pink and purple on a darker green background looked like it could be flowering shrubs. I could not see any tall trees.

We flew over a few tiny settlements and then over a bigger town, all the time losing altitude and speed.

We finally glided onto the landing strip and Captain Heraldt hit the brakes, bringing us to an abrupt stop. As the aircraft swung back towards the airport buildings, one wing extended over a cliff. We had barely made it.

We were met by what looked like the local Law Enforcement Agent. He was a middle-aged man with broad proportions around the waist, wearing a light tan coloured uniform.

Introductions followed swiftly with nods and we were escorted to a marked vehicle.

People kept on staring at us as we drove through the town. It did not seem as if they saw a lot of strangers around here.

The town itself was an ancient place. It was very solidly built with most of the houses being from the same rock as the surrounding area. Mosses grew everywhere. The sun had disappeared and drizzle was wetting everything.

We stopped in front of an old building that stood apart from the others. Following the Agent into this square, double-storey building, we passed a counter behind which stood two other uniformed men.

They greeted our agent with smiles, barely acknowledging us, before continuing their paper-work. The opposite wall sported a row of empty holding cells.

We entered the Agent's office and he closed the door behind us. Shuffling behind a desk, he indicated that we should take seats too.

Racewater and Panam took the chairs. I preferred to slouch with my back to the wall near the door. It seemed an unconscious positioning to be near the middle of a building.