AMBER
Planet of Norix, City of Oniogend
“What do you mean we’re landing?” I turned to look at Angon. I wasn’t a pilot but I was sure the flashing red lights and emergency mask that fell from the ceiling weren’t supposed to be happening.
“Landing may not be the right word, more like crashing,” said Crix.
Angon smiled. “There might be a small issue with the temporary part that we fixed. Crix only calculated it to last the journey home but we went to Doxastea which wasn’t planned.”
Oh god no. Were we about to fall out of the sky because they came to rescue me?
I wanted the ground to crack open and swallow me whole but it looks like that might happen. Literally.
I bent over, holding my stomach, rocking myself. “This is all my fault.”
Closing my eyes, I started to pray. I wasn’t a relig
