Eight: Fly
Characters: Magolor

With a sigh, he placed the last piece for the eighth time. He no longer believed this ship could be repaired, but he kept trying anyway because it was all he had left. There was a clunk as the gear was locked into place, but then…nothing.

He sighed, and went to remove the gear. He'd have to dismantle the whole thing and start over yet again. Just as his gloved hand was about to touch it, the engine suddenly glowed with a white light. He gasped and jumped back, watching wide eyed as the light spread along the lines that marked the ancient machine. A powerful hum filled the room as the atmosphere became much brighter and somehow alive.

With a squeak of excitement, he dashed out of the engine room and made a beeline for the control deck. Its buttons glowed, polished with impeccability, and the screen in front of it was blank and waiting. Slowly, he lowered his hand to the panel of buttons and just felt the energy of the great ship.

He simply breathed in and out for a few moments, tears of joy clouding his vision. At last, the project he'd spent years on was complete. At last, he would fly.