Goheen Witch 1 -The Silence of the Void

Friendless and alone in the black void, the young witch Taymar writes the story of her fate, before being consigned to oblivion. Book 1 of the Goheen Witch series of short stories. A dark, sci-fi fantasy copyright © 2014 Trisha Miller, London, England Book 1 - The Silence of the Void Oh she was dark, dark, though her face, Full fairer than could autumn show, And she, the moonlight in that dark, Like silence after winter snow. Oh she was faerie, and her voice, Sang whispering magic in a flood, And when she sang she’d melt my heart, And turn dull stone to flesh and blood. She sat friendless and alone in the black void, in the pale-blue, silk regalia of the Elohin Navigator Guild. Her dyed ash-blonde hair fell carelessly over a face, both beautiful and serious, with a gravity too old for her nineteen years. The ship’s clock chimed the hour, but time has no meaning in the void. A row of green lights crawled across the ships console, as the computer checked each component of the ship for battle damage, noting that all the nukes had slid from their rails long before and its point of origin boiled into clouds of incandescent gas. The computer religiously deleted their return way point from its list of habitable planets and calculated that 1000 years of cruising with the crew held in stasis might yield some faint chance of finding another habitable world. The pilot, already in stasis, lay frozen beside her, but the navigator sat apart from him; possessed with an irrational desire to express some token of her life, before consigning herself to an uncertain oblivion. She folded the laptop and drew a quill pen from her bag. Placing several sheets of parchment on the inverted laptop, she dipped the oblique nib of her pen in black ink and began to carve the history of her fate, in the ornate, curved script of the old High Kingdom. “I doubt anyone will ever read this. I was called Taymar: after a river in the old kingdom. I was born in the year 970, of the twenty-fifth millennium, in the third quadrant of the Dansai Constellation. My mother was Goheen, but children of the Goheen rarely have the gift, so, as is the custom, I was brought up in the world of men."

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