Escape.

I began to paddle away and watched as the ship I had once lived on exploded. I made it out alive. I could hardly believe it. Then strangely after the explosion I saw some feathers falling away from the ship. One landed in my lap and I examined it. I had never seen a feather like it before. It glinted in the light like something covered in a shiny metal armor, seemingly impenetrable. I tucked the feather behind my ear and made a silent prayer no one else would ever have to experience this horror.

This was the last entry in the journal.

[Return to the history library.]