Beginning of a Journey

Posted on Sunday 20 September 2020 @ 00:49 by

534 words; about a 3 minute read

ON

After waiting for a few months and being on pins and needles wondering what sort of ship I would be assigned to, I know the name. It is the USS Merlin! Is it here I will find my destiny? Could the ships that I had served on have been a sign or a predestination, serving to prepare me to come to this ship? I do not know but... Merlin. The ship that helped slay the dragon which was laying waste to the planets, devouring some in its wake on its destructive path towards another planet, Baku. Rumors on the grapevine said that perhaps the So'Na were behind this.

Just what foul magic did someone of that ilk, the troglodytes have or what sort of foul beast did they make a pact with in order to activate the monstrosity. I know I shouldn't have such strong feelings where they are concerned, just that the destruction that had taken place, was horrifying to behold. It makes no sense at all. If they were part of the faerie realm, the So'Na would be classified as Unseelie Redcaps who had a great need for war and the taste of blood. While the Baku could be classified as the Seelie court. Extraordinary, is all I can think of at this moment.

I can feel my heart racing, excitement coursing through my veins. Once more to be out amongst the stars, seeing new planets, meeting new people and hearing the stories of their lives. Who will I meet upon the Merlin? I took the liberty to see whom I may meet, the listing of their manifest. Such an varied sort of crew that resides upon the Merlin. What will they be like in person? Each one of them all part of the tapestry of life, interweaving their own personalities together to make a crew.

Just glancing out the window, I see we are even nearer the USS Merlin. What is it that I see, that is an interesting aura emanating from the USS Merlin. It calls to me, like a sirens song. I do not fear it, for it does not feel like it will lead me to my destruction. We are about to dock with the ship, so I will close this entry with a poem by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


END

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