The morning news was not good.
It’s not every day—or every lifetime—that a mysterious ghost vessel appears in the heavens above our world. But it just happened here, and I want to record how things are now, because I fear they will soon change forever.
When the news came, my mate and I were relaxing on the deck of our hilltop aerie, looking out across the purple valleys and hills, just drinking in the beauty and peace. Our young had departed for their day’s activities, so we were enjoying the quiet and each other’s company.
That’s when I heard the chime from the comm unit. Instant fear. What could that mean except some problem with our eldest male, who is somewhat rambunctious. I was up out of my lounge in a moment.