Troia

They were chasing a feeling. The merchant ship they were traveling aboard was anchored just off shore, they had three days to do whatever it was they needed to do before the boat would leave, with or without them.
Sec had had “the feeling” yesterday, at about the same time as the western coast of Troia had come into view. It was overwhelming, so strong that she’d immediately pleaded with the captain to drop anchor and take them to shore, even offering whatever money and valuables they had left to compensate.
It was like an internal compass heading that filled her with warmth and hope, she wanted to go towards it more than anything. Once they were ashore it was even stronger, so much so that Sec couldn’t tell if the pinkish aurora they were heading towards was real or a hallucination.
In just the same way as she’d reached out to the flow metal orb in her old workshop, she probed into the black box. At first the experience was similar, a flow of imagery and emotions, reality distorting into a kaleidoscope of light and sound. But the advancements Olivia had made with this version of flow metal quickly became apparent. The light and sound took on structure, the depth of the memories was astounding, in moments they overlayed and integrated with Sec’s own memories interweaving in a surprisingly elegant and unobtrusive way.
She stepped back, the same Sec as before, but more.