Transmigrant - Chapter 34
Copyright © 2024 Stephen B. Anthony
In the end, love transcends the limits of form, for it is the memory of a heart that never forgets its twin.
—Thairis, Memories
CHAPTER 34
Aolis turned to look at his wife one last time, but she was gone—and so was the table beneath him. He had only closed his eyes for a moment, but in that brief instant, everything had changed.
He was no longer in what he had believed to be the death chamber, the place where they had surrendered their lives for the hope of the future. Instead, he lay on the floor of a vast, brightly lit room. His eyes quickly adjusted, revealing the room with perfect clarity. As he sat up, he felt an unexpected sense of vitality, as though he had awakened from the deepest, most restful sleep in many cycles. Moving was effortless, like breathing. There was no pain in his joints—only strength and agility.
And then he saw people. So many people. And they were all strange.
What in the Three Gods?
Hundreds of people filled the room. They were not Eldar. They were something else, and each was waking feeling as confused as he was. It only took him moments to realize they were on a Corelian class battleship in space. The very ship his eldest son had designed before he was lost to the Vorgh. A moment of grief overwhelmed Aolis. His children were heavy on his mind. And while he’d never been on one of these battleships, he knew what it was. They were in the cargo bay of the ship.
How had they come to be here?