Last of the Faerie

The sound of the gavel falling upon the oak stump rang like a shot through the gathering, silence every tongue, every wing. The ancient matriarch uncoiled herself, revealing more than a memory of her great beauty and magical grace. She illuminated the mist around her as she spoke, and her words could only be received as truth by those before her.

"It is time to depart this land." She was filled with melancholy, but not defeat. "If we are to survive, if we are to remain true to our way, free and unspoiled, as we have been since time beyond time, then we must leave. Within the fortnight, there must be no trace of Faerie left upon this earth."

Lost in Space

The trail of engine exhaust was only vaguely visible among the stars. Freddie watched it on the rearview monitor, eyes not quite focused, lost in thought. Planets always looked prettier in the rearview monitor, he mused.

The ship's autopilot plotted his next course and set the flight plans accordingly. And it was probably a good thing. Freddie had been distracted lately.

Maybe I'm turning into a crusty old Spacer, he thought to himself, zero-gravity turning my capillaries into calcium. Well, you are what you drive, the old saying goes.

Except Freddie wasn't even driving