What if the story you were writing took on a life of its own?
Writing was my escape from life in foster care. But I never imagined the new pen I found would unlock a portal to the chaotic alternate universe in my story.
Now my pen's back on Earth, and I'm here on the Kryptos--a spaceship headed for the volatile Quadrant Four. And after a series of deadly attacks, I'm assigned the task of figuring out who's behind them.
No pressure, right?
But I'm determined to get to the bottom of it. Because I finally feel like I belong--and I'll do whatever it takes to protect my new family and friends.
I wrote the first part of the story. But without my pen, will I find the power within me to shape how it ends?