Free Eternal Horizon: The Chronicle of Vincent Saturn (Eternal Horizon: A Star Saga Book 1) by David Roman

doubt about that—we can’t travel to other galaxies just yet,” she assured.
    He rubbed his knees. “Now all I have to do is browse through a hundred billion stars.”
    She allowed herself a smile but remained silent.
    He noticed that she was still looking at him like he was an alien . And who could blame her?
    “Just how fast are the starships around here?” he asked, switching topics.
    “Well, while some still travel at light-speed, which is excellent for traveling within the system, others fly much faster,” she said. “Spaide’s ship, for example, does roughly a light year per hour.”
    “Whoa…” Vincent couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But how?”
    “Hyperspace travel.”
    Vincent hushed, thinking about the possibilities of Earth’s civilization skyrocketing after—or rather, if—he got home.
    “The amazing thing is that a solitary planet has advanced to a status of such high intelligence,” Gaia said again. “And you look like us more than any other primate race in the galaxy.”
    Vincent smiled, lost deep in his mind, knowing that she was just trying to cheer him up. High intelligence seemed to be a compliment in comparison to caveman . At that moment, his headache came back, forcing him to clasp the sides of his head.
    “Are you all right?” she asked.
    “It’s my head. I’ve had this terrible headache ever since I woke up. I need something, some medicine, if you have any.”
    Gaia got up, went to the lavatory, and brought back a small square packet.
    “What is it?” He studied the packet curiously. He then tore open its side and pulled out a damp napkin.
    “Just rub it on your temples,” she said, trying to suppress a smile.
    “Uh…okay.” He did as she told. It sizzled at first but took away the pain almost immediately. “Thank you,” he said in relief.
    “You’re welcome,” she replied, sitting down. “Relax, Vincent. I understand your situation, but we honestly don’t know how you ended up here, and believe me—we’ll do everything to get to the bottom of this.”
    Vincent nodded and remained quiet.

    “Damn it!” Exander fussed after going through the files for the third time.
    “I don’t understand,” Damocles said. “If the last place is Zazaban and the next is Sebalon 2, then what are those glitches in the data?”
    “I don’t know. Something happened to the ship during the flight.”
    “So the ship was attacked.”
    “They must’ve veered the craft off its course.”
    “That’s what probably caused it to land on the human planet,” Damocles said. “But from there, it flew to Sebalon 2 on autopilot. How? Who programmed it?”
    “Maybe they’re holding Duell and Oryon and sent this guy to spy on us,” Exander whispered, looking over at Vincent.
    Damocles shook his head. “It doesn’t make sense. Why us? Plus, how would he be able to calculate Sebalon’s position?”
    Exander raised an eyebrow. “Maybe he didn’t—maybe someone else did it for him.”
    “You still insist he’s a spy?”
    “What… you believe him?”
    Damocles shrugged. “I don’t know, Ex, but he really seems like he crawled from under a rock. I don’t see any danger in him.”
    Exander squinted, glancing back at the divan. “I sense confusion in him… it’s like he’s hiding something from us.”
    “Yes, so do I, but I doubt he’s evil. Disorder is all I sense. Why he’s hesitant to tell us about what happened is not because he doesn’t want to talk; it’s simply because he doesn’t remember.”
    “Well, why’s he here then, Damocles?”
    Damocles took a deep breath and said, “ Dellah … fate brought him to us.”
    “You think?”
    “It works in mysterious ways.”
    “But that still doesn’t explain who calculated Sebalon’s position!”
    “Maybe Oryon did?”
    “Then where is he?”
    “I… don’t know.” Damocles sighed. “One person might though…”
    “Oh, he’ll talk.” Exander started to make his way toward Vincent, but his