The Lore Legacy

Nova often couldn’t sleep at night. For whatever reason, it didn’t feel safe, and she was rarely tired. So she jogged. It didn’t get truly dark until the wee hours of the morning, about 2:00 or 3:00 am.  By then, porch lights were off and streets were empty. She could enjoy the night, the stars, the wispy clouds, the moon. She explored the brand new world she had supposedly lived in for months.

  “Nova!” She blinked. Why was she so hot? And her arms–they were so heavy. “You’re overwatering it!” “What?” her voice croaked. She blinked again. It was so bright, and the sand beneath her feet was so gritty. She looked up to the sky. Rain clouds were forming, slowly passing in front of the sun. A shadow crossed her face.