Euphemia

Euphemia

The morning started well enough, but I sniffed the pink potion that my brother had sent me. He said it would help me to remember, and he wrote more about what it was, but stupidly, I didn't read the rest. If I read it the first time, I had forgotten it in my haze of what my father wrote.

Before I new it, the potion had casted me away.

It was a grueling twelve-hour flight to the Tyché colony. My new staff and the plane crew were the only ones joining me. It wasn't an uncomfortable flight. I was in the seat of luxury, the best the empire had to offer, but it was long. As I looked out the window, I was reminded that my plane wasn't alone. A fleet of aircraft carrying the first waves of new colonists trailed behind us. Those planes were crammed full, so I was lucky to have a spacious plane almost all to myself.

I remembered that flight well. I was so nervous, but I was determined. Now I was back on the plane. It wasn't just an identical plane, it was the exact same one that firs