Chapter 19
A Friendship Forged in Space
Astra and Gleep's unlikely friendship has blossomed. They often share stories of their adventure, punctuated by Gleep's grumbles and Astra's laughter.
Princess Astra found herself in a rather peculiar situation. She, a literal princess of the celestial realm, was sharing a bowl of what Gleep insisted was “authentic nebulae noodles” with Gleep, a creature whose skin resembled a particularly grumpy moss. They were perched on overturned crates in Gleep’s workshop, a place that smelled vaguely of burnt toast and regret. The hum of distant starships was their symphony, a far cry from the tinkling harps of the royal palace.
“And then,” Astra recounted, a giggle escaping her lips, “the comet, it just… wobbled! Like it was trying to do a jig and couldn’t quite get the steps right. I swear, Gleep, I almost offered it a dance lesson.”
Gleep grunted, slurping a particularly viscous strand of noodle. “Wobbly comets are dangerous, Princess. They do not care about your desire for amusement. They care about shiny things.” He punctuated this with a loud, wet slurp.
Keep reading "A Friendship Forged in Space"
Open the same story in AIBookCraft. Later chapters may require an active subscription.
Free on iOS & Android · No signup to read