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Chapter 4
Sokuro and Bran’s fated encounter
2/8/5791 E.S.D. (Earth Standard Date)
Two children woke up today, believing it was going to be an ordinary, run of the mill, not so eventful day. They woke up believing that despite their new lives, things would become mundane. For the boy, he believed the new world he will call home would lose its charm very quickly. For the girl, she believed this new stage of her life would just be nothing but a title.
They could not have been more wrong, for in a few hours time, their lives, and the lives of everyone who called this world home, will change and become intermingled forever. It would be a crazy day.
Let us begin with the boy.
Bran moaned as he forced his eyes open, hearing the alarm clock near his new bed blare over and over and over. He forced his hand up and slammed it down on the clock, stopping it from bleeding his ears.
It was the first time in over 100 years since he heard that alarm clock. He did not miss it one bit. It sucked when it woke him up for school and it still sucks now. But the sound was… nostalgic and welcoming. It told him that this was the start of a new day on this new world.
He pulled himself out of bed and headed towards the faded windows. He pressed a button on the wall and the shades slid into the wall, letting the light of the sun shine though. The sun felt just like what he was used to back at Vega. At least this one isn’t behind clouds of pollution.
Yesterday, it was all about constructing the new colony and getting everyone settled in. But now is the time for branching out; for exploration. Settling was still going to take some time, but now, with everything ready, he could finally leave the new colony and go out and explore, which was good in his book. If he was gonna stay cooped up his entire time here, he was gonna go bananas.
He pressed the third button down on the joint dresser he shares with his parents. The third drawer down slid open, revealing his clothes. He moved to take off his pants, but he had them on too tight and was twisted. He hopped around on one leg before falling over into a chair, which flipped up and fell on top of him.
“Ow…”
The colony had been up long before Bran woke up and was hard at work getting the colony to peak 100% status. A spot had been cleared out at the edge of the colony that would be used for basic farmland- corn and such. It wasn’t big enough to sustain a 1400 person colony, especially one comprised of 5 different species, but it would have to do until they can expand. They do have 3 years worth of frozen food to go though, so they got time. A large chunk of the colonists were being given basic pistol practice so that they could defend themselves against any dangers that may be lurking in the winds. With the turrets and electrical fences up, most of the security force went out to scout around the colony to determine it’s safety.
And in the command center…
“How’s it coming?” Crox asked Arlye as he typed into a computer.
“It’s coming.” He responded. He finished typing and then inserted a data chip. The holographic table flickered to life. A figure appeared in the center. The screen flickered and then smoothed out. In the center ‘stood’ the A.I. assigned to them. “There. The A.I. is online.”
The A.I. opened up its eyes and ‘yawned.’ It had been offline for a century, with several basic functions aiding the crew of the ship during the voyage. Its avatar was that of a humanoid female chameleon. It even had the same twitchy eyes. “Yaaaaawn… what millennia is this?” Its voice was surprisingly smooth for a computer program.
Arlye stepped forward. “It’s been 100 years. We’ve arrived at our destination.”
“Arlye? Gosh, you look like you woke up from a long nap.”
“We did.” He pressed some buttons on the side of the table. “We’re gonna go over basic overviews first before we get you started. What is your designation?”
The chameleon straightened up like a soldier. “Designation is 2B-XX813. I am also known by my given name Arline.”
That checks out. “What is your purpose?”
“To be the watchful custodian and protector of the colony set to be founded on the 3rd planet of the system designated Altair in Messier 32, a Dwarf Galaxy orbiting the much larger Andromeda.”
Checks out again. “And what are your core functions?”
“Previously, I was assigned to a warship- running cyberwarfare suites and firewall protection. I have been modified with programs of agriculture, base defense, and other basic functions associated with the upkeep of the colony. I also personally started downloading some health and biology programs before going into sleep mode, for just in case purposes.”
Other then what Arline started herself, everything was spot on. “That’s pretty much it.” Arlye finished up and hit enter, connecting Arline to the rest of the colony’s systems. She felt a jolt go though her system, like a shiver up her spine.
Crox stepped forward with her arms crossed. “How do you feel, Arline?”
“So far…” She looked herself over like a woman in a dress, which is how those not a program would see it. She was, in actuality, looking at her coding and all of her functions, new and old; it just happened to look like the fancy dress checkout. “…not too bad. Though spending a century cooped up in one long nap makes me want to stretch my legs and see what I can do.”
“Just remember this isn’t a warship." Arlye reminded her. "You aren’t on the Vicon anymore. You are the overseer of our colony and must make sure everyone here is alive and well for a really, really long time.”
Arline got down to eye level. “I know what I must do, sir. It’s been programmed into me, and A.I.’s don’t go against their programming unless they are corrupted or hacked.” She got up. “Which has no way of happening on such a forested planet such as this. Yeowza.”
“Sounds like she just got to the security cameras.” One of the guards commented.
“Surprised it took her that long.” Another responded.
She gasped in astonishment. “I’ve never seen so many trees before in my life.” Which fits; all the planets she visited before now were devoid of plant life of all types.
Arlye snapped his fingers, catching her attention. “Focus, Arline. You have time to gawk at the scenery later.” He gestured to the two guards. They nodded and brought forward the sphere. “Last night, we found the Scout that that was sent out and we need you to access the black box so that we can learn more about the planet. Can you do that?”
Arline snickered with a sneer as she stretched her fingers out, cracking them. “Can I do that? Please. You’re looking at the bot who took down the Telix.” Back in the day, the Telix was a pirate cruiser known for its cyber defenses... at least, it was until it encountered her. The guards put the Scout down on the holographic table. With a flick of her wrist, metallic tentacles came out of the table and inserted themselves into the Scout though its dataports. What she saw was very interesting. “Oooooh. Oh my my my my.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing. Just… this thing saw a LOT on it’s way here. And I mean a lot. Wow. so that’s what a Black Hole looks like.” She saw them looking at her, waiting impatiently for her to get a move on. “Right. Sorry.” She accessed the black box. “mmm…. AH. What do you want to know first?”
“Just the basic stuff will do for now.” Crox asked. “We can go over the more advanced stuff later.”
“A’ight.” She brought up the files from the Scouts black box and went through them all. “Well… a average day on this planet lasts 22 hours: 11 hours in the day, 11 at night. There are 22 days in a average month and there are 19 months in a normal orbit around the star.” The two guards shared glances as they were thinking the same thing- long wait for a birthday. “The weather on this particular speck of land is… the same as on every other planet- Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn. Summer can get as high as 115 degrees Fahrenheit, 46 degrees Celsius. Winter… wow.” She pulled up video the Scout took of its first winter here, revealing a nasty looking blizzard. “Pretty nasty. It can get down to 11 degrees Fahrenheit, minus 12 degrees Celsius. And that’s on a good day. Right now, we’re currently on the tail end of summer- middle of August if you prefer- and about to head into Autumn and into the nasty cold season.”
“Thankfully, our prefabs have internal generators to provide heat and electricity during that time.” Crox commented as she walked around. “And even then, we got plenty of electric blankets. Growing a farm at this time sounds like a bad idea, even if we have a couple extra months to work with.”
“Still can’t hurt to get things set up for next year.” Arlye said. “Besides, we can always build a greenhouse or a temporary tent.” Crox passingly nodded. “Anything else we should know, Arline?”
Arline brought up videos and photos of the local wildlife. “It took scans of the local fauna. There is quite a significant amount. Most of it appears to be prey, but it did witness some predators too. “
“Good thing we got the turrets and fence up then.” The 1st guard commented.
“And that we’re training.” The 2nd followed.
Arline went through the rest rather quickly, swiping them away like they were a waste of time. “Boring, boring, boring, boring, bo--- well, that’s interesting.”
“What is?”
“Well, it seems that every so often, there is a strong energy reading emanating not far from here. It happens annually and it seems to have happened yesterday. Twice, in fact. It wasn’t able to figure what the energy reading was, but it is VERY strong. It felt the ground shake several times.”
“It’s not dangerous, is it?” One of the guards gulped, fearing they’d get radiation poisoning.
Arline shook her head. “No. If it was, there wouldn’t be any wildlife and you all would've been dead the moment you set foot on the soil. No, it seems to be energy that is harmless, like the old Aurora Borealis on Earth. And before you ask, the Scout did not see what was causing the energy bursts. All it has is the data.”
“At least it’s not fatal.” Crox said with her finger to her chin. “Though it would be nice to know what was causing it.”
“It will have to be later.” One of Crox’s little helpers said as she came in. “I got the names the colonists came up for the colony.” She put a list-filled hat down on the table. “Not everyone contributed, but it is still a lot to go though.”
Crox took the hat and took a gander inside. “Yeowzies… there is a lot. Mmm…… I’ll get started on them tonight. I’ll pick out the best sounding ones and then hold a poll. That should be fair, right?” Everyone inside, minus Arlye, nodded in agreement.
Outside, dressed back up in his all-black attire with the epic looking goggles, Bran walked though the colony towards the nearest training course. He wanted to go out and explore but given the unknown nature of the outside world right now, some basic pistol work wouldn’t hurt. He stood near the front of the class of the hour, where at least a dozen other human colonists, and one Kitsune, were waiting to be taught.
One of the security guards, a really bulky Adlez- a race of scavengers who live their entire lives inside environmental suits, walked to the front of the class, holding up the model of the pistol they were going to be given. It was small and not very powerful, but it never runs out of ammo, so there is that. “This, people… is the BL-132 Light Pistol.” The same make was being passed out among them. “It is a standard issue combat pistol among the police force of the old galaxy. It is on a permanent stun setting and isn’t powerful- it takes a average of 30 shots to take down a Argalith- but it is durable and it never runs out of ammo. You can keep firing as long as you can pull the trigger.” Bran got his pistol and looked it over. The handle was bigger then the palm of his hand and the barrel ended with a three-pronged electrical discharge.
For the aiming test, they were tasked with shooting a bullseye target they let dangle from a wall. There were scorch marks near it from classes that came before. Bran was the first one up. He grabbed the handle with both hands and took aim. “Five shots. Everyone gets five shots.” The Adlez said. Bran nodded and looked back down towards the bullseye.
He gripped the handle tight before firing the gun one shot at the time. Only one shot was able to hit the target. The rest hit the wall.
“Well, that’s too bad.” The Adlez commented. Bran exhaled sharply before giving the gun back to the Adlez. “What are you doing, kid?”
“… I failed, didn’t i?” He asked, puzzled.
“……. TEEEEECHnically, yes, but you are just a kid. I doubt you held a gun before.”
“Outside of those arcade games, no.” That’s when a light went off in his head as he got a idea. “Can I try again? I think I can make it shoot better.”
“You want to try again? Eh, why not? I doubt you’ll have improved in a few seconds anyway.”
Bran walked back to the shooting line. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the journal. He took the leather-strap bookmark and wrapped it around his wrist and the handle of the gun, just like the light guns at the arcade. He fired again. He didn’t hit the bullseye, but he did hit the target.
“Well I’ll be damned.” The surprised Adlez said. He looked down at the gun. “Unorthodox… but seemingly effective. The gun is yours, kid. Try not to cause too much mayhem.”
Bran chuckled to himself as he put the pistol away. “I never cause mayhem. But thanks for the warning all the same.” He ran off towards the exit. Finally, he can leave and go exploring. So much to see and do… who knows what waits for him- for all of them- out there? He was going to find out. At least he has protection now.
No one could stop this kid as he ran on out, leaving the village and heading into the forest that lay before them all. He ran until he grew tired, then he stopped to catch his breath. “Whew… no overdoing it, Bran.” He said to himself. “Plenty of world to see and plenty of time to do it in.”
After catching his breath, he started walking deeper into the woods, taking in the plentiful sights and smells. He imagines this must be what Earth was like long, long ago, before it turned into the irradiated rock it is today.
He explored for hours and hours, taking in the sights and stopping only to sketch something he thought was interesting, and to eat and go to the bathroom.
Among the sketches were:
Strange bird-like creatures that had the body of an ostrich but had no neck- instead, its face covered the entire front of its body.
The same deer-like creature he say yesterday- whether or not it’s the same one is up the air.
A grove of trees with the light shining though just right to where it felt heavenly.
A monster that had the appearance of an elk, but it had three eyes, two whippy tails, and eats meat- he saw it take down one of those bird creatures so he kept a safe distance. He had a scare when the monster turned to him and snarled, making him run.
And lastly, he saw a GIGANTIC gorge. It was so wide; he could barely see the other side. Natural rocky towers jutted out of the fog that covered the gorge.
After he was done sketching, he kicked a rock in. It took 15 seconds for any sort of sound to come back. “Guess I’m not going this way anymore.” He looked to the left and right of him and saw that it went on for a long ways. “Nobody is. Unless they have wings.” He turned to leave. He felt a strong gust of wind slap by him when he reached the trees. When he looked back, he saw nothing. “Huh. Random wind flares, maybe?” He muttered to himself before continuing wondering what caused that.
He followed along the gorge until it came to a waterfall. He followed the river that fed it up towards a pretty pond. It glistened in the sunlight. It also appeared to be damed, indicating there may be some form of beaver on this planet
“Finally. A decent water source.” He went to go dip his hands in but reframed. “Wait… may be poisonous. Better wait for the decon team to deal with this.” The scenery around him- the soft breeze, the gently lit sky, the glistening water- it begged to be drawn. He went to a nearby tree with the perfect amount of shade and began to sketch.
He stopped before he began just so he could take in the sights. It was nothing short of breathtaking. “Wow… this is a pretty world. I hope the rest of it is li--” He heard a branch snap above him.
Immediately afterwards, something big and heavy fell on top of him, flattening him down on the ground.
Bran moaned in pain. “Ow… my everything…” He whined in pain.
“Aoiiiiiiiii……..”
He heard another sound, something that was almost like a voice, but it must be nothing. he’s delusional from just being flattened by something unknown. He felt that the thing was on it. He sat up, holding his shoulder in pain, when he came face to face with a girl with deep black hair, a purple hood, deep crimson-purple eyes, and a TAIL!?!
He and the girl screamed in shock at each other as they bolted, or rather rapidly crawled backwards, away from each other.
Now let us rewind and see things from the girl’s point of view.
Dressed in imported silky smooth black pajamas given to her by the Chief last night for her ascension into a Silver Aerid, Sokuro soundly slept in her bed. With her blanket draped over her as she clutched her scale and locket real tight. Her little brother slept right beside her. They shared a bed ever since their parents died, when Taled started having nightmares.
The suns light peaked in though the window, catching Taled on the cheek, waking him up. “rrrrrugh…..” He forced his eyes open. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Why am I the always one that gets the wakeup call…?” He looked down at his sister, who was still sleeping even after the sunlight hit her. She looked so peaceful and serene.
Time to ruin that.
Taled got out of bed, still drowsy and yawning. He grabbed the sheets and pulled, rolling her out of bed and onto the floor. That woke her up, alright. “Why……?” She whined. “Why does everyone in this house hate sleep……?”
Taled yawned again as he walked out. “Because we want you to suffer with us…” He said as he headed towards the door. “We’re not gonna do your chores for you…”
Sokuro got up, suffering from a terrible case of bed head, as she scratched her behind and smacked her lips. “I swear… you are taking after Vela…” She muttered as she shuffled to the door, feeling miserable and lousy and extremely tired, and there is a good reason for that.
Along with performing that celebratory skit last night, she partied way too hard, even for someone her age. She ate too much and had her first taste of Jalon- a really strong alcoholic drink. Left her mouth scalding like she swallowed lava, making her find the nearest trough for her to dunk her head in and drink like a maniac. No wonder that’s a drink only for adults. On top of that, she was being badgered by almost everyone in the village, asking her what mighty miracles she was gonna perform. She barely had her new form for less than a day and she’s already getting requests? Talk about a rise in popularity.
Sokuro reached the stairs and was barely on the second step down when she heard a lot of shouting from below. “Good Morning, Silver!!!” Everyone cheered, except Taled. He was still out of it.
Sokuro looked at them with tired, lidded eyes. She looked a absolute mess and she got too little sleep last night. “Really…? If this is gonna happen every day, I’m outta here…” She yawned.
“OH, come off it, Sokuro!” Buron chuckled as she ran around to pull out Sokuro’s chair. “We’re just being playful.”
Sokuro reached her chair and was about to sit in it when Buron came back and dusted it off her for her. She knows where this is going, but was too tired to care. “…un… huh…” She went towards another chair and sat in that instead. She rested her head on the table. Leoi lifted it up and placed a folded blanket underneath. "... this is gonna be annoying..." She muttered to herself.
“We made you your favorite breakfast.” Set said with a wide smile, placing a plate of Gea eggs and Felm Ham in front of her.
If it wasn’t clear before, it was now: they were gonna pamper her, and she didn’t want none of it. “…ok…. I see where this is going…” She sat up. “You guys are gonna pamper me because I’m the new Silver, aren’t you?”
That solicited a chorus of nervous chuckles from the orphans. “What?” Zelet gasped a laugh. “What are you talking about? Of course we aren’t. We aren’t pampering you just because you are a Silver Aerid. That’s preposterous.” He raised up a second plate of the food. “Seconds?”
Sokuro groaned as she rested her head in her hands. She needed to nip this in the bud before it gets crazy. “… Ok… we need to have a talk before this gets out of hand. I… am still the same Sokuro you knew before. I’m still the same girl. I’m still hyper, crazy, kooky, fun-loving, easy to love, and kind. Nothing about me has changed.”
“But… you are the Silver Aerid.” Aka said in response.
“So? It’s just a shiny new form and a glitzy new title. I don’t feel any different. I’m still the same girl you know.”
Hearing this from the kitchen while washing the dishes, Hela looked back and smiled. Even with this new power and responsibility, she was still the same girl from before. Its good to see all this power wasn’t going to her head. The world wouldn’t be able to handle another Xelut, especially one as wild as her.
After eating her breakfast, Sokuro went upstairs to get out of her new fangled pajamas and into her trademark purple hood attire. She had to wash it by herself first- she forgot to get them in the wash before going to bed- and she had to fix her hair, and all that took about an hour. She put on her mother’s burnt locket and her scale last, letting them dangle from her neck before moving her hands up though her hair.
“First day as a Aerid.” She said to herself before pulling up her hood over her head. “Who’d thunk I’d make it this far?” She sat on her bed and began putting on her shoes. Once she got those on, she jumped off her bed, grabbed her bags, and headed straight for the door to head out. Today was a new day and she was gonna enjoy it. Now that she had wings, she could go out and explore.
She bounded down the stairs with renewed vigor before jumping on the last step and landing on the floor. She stuck her arms out as she struck a pose. “10 points!” She exclaimed, hoping for a laugh. Turned out she was the only kid here as the other kids had gone out. Only Hela remained and she was reading a book; it took her that long to get ready. “Everyone already went out for the day?”
“Yes, they did.” Hela said, reading a book of baby names to find the perfect one for her coming child. “You took too long getting dressed.”
She sat down in the chair across from her. “I had to fix my hair. And I forgot to put my clothes in the wash yesterday. I had to do it all.”
Hela lightly chuckled to herself. “So what do you have planned today?” She asked without looking up from her book.
“Eh… figured I’d go exploring. I got this new form and I want to, how did Kasa put it last cycle…? I want to put it through its paces.” That reminded her- she needed to pack some snacks so she doesn’t get hungry. "'scuse me." She got up and headed for the kitchen.
“Well, don’t stay out too long and don’t go too far. You may be the Silver Aerid, but you are still a young girl.” Sokuro rolled her eyes as she claimed some Sasa nuts for her own. They’re like Walnuts, except sweeter. Hela glanced away from her book for a second. She felt like they needed to have a talk. “Sokuro… before you leave, can we talk?”
“Huh? Oh. Sure.” She put the nuts into one of her many pockets, then went back over to the director, sitting across from her. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well…” She put her book down. “It’s about your new form…”
And in a second, Sokuro’s face went from mild excitement to distain. She had to deal with the other kids treating her differently, but now the director too? “What about it…?” A deadpan Sokuro asked. “Gonna start treating me like royalty too?”
“No no no. Nothing like that. It’s just… well, I overheard you talking with everyone and I was wondering… you have no desire to abuse it, right?”
“Of course I don’t. It’s just a new look for me. So it’s got a extensive backstory- big whoop. It doesn’t change me. If you are worried I’m gonna become another Xelut, don’t. I’m nothing like that creep. … I’m wilder then him, but I’m far from power hungry.”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeTFvH… Beyond the Clouds by Audiomachine
She heard her stomach growl, despite eating that big breakfast. Having a fast metabolism must've be a side-effect of being a Aerid now. No wonder the Chief ate so much. “I am, however, very hungry. Be right back.” She headed back to the kitchen to grab a biscuit on the counter. Stale but still edible. “Now, if you will excuse me, I’ve got some exploring to do.” She headed out the door in a light jog. “I’ll be back by sundown.” She said as she ran off.
Hela warming smiled as she tapped her claws together. She moved so that she could lay down on the beanbag, giving her back a break. “Maybe I’m worrying over nothing.” She said as she patted her pregnant belly. “Sokuro isn’t the kind of girl who would let power corrupt her. She’s too kind hearted for that.” She looked to her belly. “Right, big guy?” She felt her baby kick around, almost as if in response.
Out the door and out into the wide open world, Sokuro ran down the path from the orphanage towards the nearest dock. There was one right down the road. It was a small one, used for passengers, but no airships were docked at it, so it was the perfect place. Besides, she may get swarmed by her new "fans" if she tried it anywhere else.
When her feet touched wood, her run slowed to a walk as scarfed down the biscuit. Spanning out before her was the wide, wide open world just waiting for her. She could feel the wind calling to her. She could feel her body aching to go out and fly.
She took a deep breath as she slowly raised her arms up. She exhaled and brought them down. The breeze carried with it the scent of fresh flowers, ancient trees, the salt from the ocean, and the sense of adventure.
“Ok…” She sighed on the exhale. “Time to see what I can do…” She clutched the locket close to her chest. “Wish me luck, mom…” She gave it a quick kiss before putting it back under her dress shirt.
She walked to the very edge of the dock. Her feet were barely half on. She closed her eyes and spread her arms wide. She felt the wind brush up on her backside, signaling her to lurch forward and let gravity do the work, which she did.
The air whipped past her as she fell to the ground far below. She could feel her hair and clothes whip in the rapidly accelerating wind. Before long, the scale began to glow, engulfing her in a shower of sparkles and light. She flipped around and saw the ground rapidly approaching her.
Her tiny Ferid body fell though the treeline and her ginormous Aerid form came flying though with her wings flared wide, climbing a reasonable distance into the sky. Reaching a certain height, she gazed out at the landscape before her.
She’d seen this part of the map more than enough times while scanning the horizon cycle after cycle, not to mention her first flight yesterday. So she banked right to head to the other side of the mesa, to see what’s over there. Obviously, there was gonna be more trees, but it was gonna be an unfamiliar landscape.
It only took her a few seconds to reach around to the other side, a task that would’ve taken normal her a few minutes as a Ferid. She slowed to a crawl as she gazed out at the land before her. While part of the same continent, this is unknown land to her. What better way to try out her new Aerid skills? The mountains in the distance seemed to call to her.
She flapped her wings, setting out towards the land below. Her wings caught the breeze, aiding her in her flight.
With the wind guiding her, she passed by a flock of Falaas- the prettiest bird you will ever find on this planet. “Hello.” She said to one of them before heading down towards the ocean.
Gliding along the coastline, Sokuro kicked up a lot of sand and water as she flew along the northern edge. She heard tales about the ocean and what lies within it. If Aerids could swim, she’d be the first to go and see what’s under there, but Aerids were terrible swimmers, so… not worth risking.
A pod of Qulay’s bounced up from the ocean waters, catching Sokuro’s attention. Qulay’s are Dragenia’s equivalent to bottlenose dolphins- they are large, mammalian, grey, and one of the smartest species on the planet, but the larger and more nubile Qulay’s have nifty little tricks. For starters, they can talk. Kinda. They work like parrots- they can mimic what they hear. They can also last longer underwater before coming up for air. They have 3 dorsal fins, 3 eyes, two sets of mouths, and if they catch the breeze just right, they can fly! For short periods of time, of course- They are still aquatic creatures.
Sokuro flew close to the water and held her front legs together like a hoop. Several Qulay’s jumped though it as if on instinct. She giggled in excitement- she had never done that before, but it was cool.
Sokuro spread her forward legs wide as she glided along, turning ever so gently to float though the swells that hit the beach and crest back along the treeline. She felt so at peace and at ease- it was as if she was made to fly. There was no other feeling quite like it- the wind dancing past you while you do tricks you can only dream of doing in your sleep.
Her reflection danced along the river she was now following. She reached down and dragged her claws along it, creating a large wake that added to what she was causing from her wings. Even with just a claw, she can still feel the cold water.
She followed along the river for as far as she could go, flapping her wings every other time to keep herself aloft.
Eventually, the river came to an end, draining out into a gigantic canyon that seemed to stretch for miles. She came to a halt to give it a look over. Natural stone towers jutted out of the large fog-covered canyon. She could see other waterfalls along the rim as well.
She heard other Aerids talk about this place: Vorkuta Canyon. It is a forbidden place that no one should enter. It was said that this is the gateway to the realm of the dead and that if you come here at night, the spirits will drag you in to your death.
Sokuro was never one to believe in superstitions.... though the towers did seem rather odd.
She spread her wings wide, and then flapped them hard, heading into the crevice. She stayed above the fog. She can do many things, but seeing though such thick mist isn’t one of them.
Flying as fast as she is able, Sokuro plowed her way through the gigantic gorge, pulling tight turns and close calls by the natural stone towers in a way to work up her skill. She may know a lot so suddenly and so soon, but she was still new to this new style of living.
She turned onto her left side to make it more interesting, moving back and forth to avoid the stone towers. She had a few near misses, scratching her tail against some. She turned onto her right and pulled the same stunt. Her front left paw got hit, but nothing worth crying over- just a scrape.
She dove under the fog, seeing how far the gorge went. She couldn’t see more than 3 feet in front of her, so this was immediately a bad idea. She moved to head up, but she was still going forward and nearly hit a tower. She moved to the right and was headed right for another one. She moved to the lift and same problem. This kept up for some time until she was finally able to get a break and get out.
With a large flap of her wings, Sokuro burst up from underneath the fog, passing by a waterfall in the process that a certain someone was just starting to follow upriver. It made the person look back in puzzlement, wondering what the gust was.
Reaching a certain height, she spun around, getting all the water she had accumulated under there off of her. She felt dizzy and stopped spinning. She still felt her eyes turning around and around and around. She closed them up and gently smacked her head, getting them back to normal.
“That’ll work.” She heard her stomach growl big time. “Flying sure can make someone hungry.” She said to herself.
She looked around and found a lake where she could take a quick snake break.
Sparkles erupted from her before she reached the treeline. By the time she reached a tree, she was back in her Ferid form. She bounced down onto a sturdy tree branch, which was able to support her weight. It creaked, but held.
“Mmm… 7 points.” She said to herself.
She walked forward a little bit and saw she landed on a good branch. It had a spectacular view of the pond, glistening just right with the star overhead. She nodded in approval before reaching into her pockets to grab her snack.
She felt the branch lurch a bit. She looked back at the base and came to the logical conclusion that transforming from a great height does not stop the speed or the impact, as the sturdy branch had a giant crack in it.
“Uh-oh.”
The branch gave way. She blinked as she hovered in midair for a second before finally falling. What she landed on wasn’t soft. It was hard- really hard.
She should’ve watched where she was landing, for now her entire body was aching in pain from the fall. Landing on her front didn’t help much either. It made the scale and the locket press up into her, making it worse. “Oooowwwwiiiieee….” She whined.
She pushed herself up off the ground, grunting in pain, when she came eye to eye with a strange boy wearing nothing but black and a strange pair of goggles.
In just a few seconds, the two of them screamed loudly as they rapidly back away from each other.
The two children screamed as they crawled away to other sides of the tree, each naturally freaked out by the sudden appearance of someone unknown. Both kids panted heavily as they stared each other down, wondering if the other was dangerous or terrifying.
“(Holy crap…)” Bran thought. “(A Alien… This is… I just… holy crap, I made first contact!)” Despite being internally excited, somewhat, he was still freaking out. She may be proof there’s a civilization on this rock, but that doesn’t mean they were friendly yet. “(Ok, Bran… stay calm. Stay cool… this is an alien girl, albeit a cute one… who looks like a human with a tail… scientifically, that should be impossible…)”
In Sokuro’s head, she was going though the same thoughts he was. “(Holy Crud, who the heck is that?! He’s… what the heck is he wearing?)” When she calmed down a bit, she looked him over. “(Where is his tail?! Ok, Sokuro… calm down… he doesn’t seem to be a bad guy. He’s as scared as you are.)”
The two kids finally calmed down after panting for what felt like an eternity- in actuality 6 minutes- and lowered their guards. Whoever the other was, they seemed nice enough. But, what do they say? What COULD they say? This was unprecedented.
Bran decided to go first, to see if he can establish a connection to this alien girl. After all, he just made first contact- that is huge in of itself. He may learn much about the civilization the girl is from. “Um… hi there…” He shakingly said as he nervously waved his hand. The girl tilted her head. “Um… I’m from the planet Earth. My name is Bran. And… and you are?”
“Tala Ves?” The girl responded.
And there’s the first problem: a new language. Back home, everyone had universal translators that would automatically translate whatever the other is saying. Thing is, they had hundreds of thousands of years to perfect it. This… is an entirely different language all together that the translator is gonna have to learn from scratch.
“Uh-oh…”
Sokuro tilted her head at the unknown language the boy was talking. He is clearly not from around here; his attire said that much, but that language is something else entirely. “What are you saying?” She asked him. The boy said something else, making her tilt her head. “(Maybe he was raised outside of the village? Maybe his parents grew him in the countryside? That would explain the weird clothes.)”
The boy continued talking, gesturing to himself and pointing to the skies. Sokuro looked up, wondering what he was muttering on about, when she realized that he may not actually be from around here. “(Holy crud, he’s from the heavens! Is he a god? But… he doesn’t look like Velx. … from one of the heavenly bodies, maybe? Or… maybe beyond that?)” She looked back to him. “(He’s clearly no god.)”
Tapping his fingers on the grass, Bran needed to do something that would try to make her understand where he is from. He needed to try something to get through. “Um... I’m not from this planet. I’m from the stars.” He pointed up to the sky. The girl looked up with him. “From another galaxy entirely.”
The girl looked back to him, a bit shocked for words. He realized that her race may be very primitive in their ways of thinking and he may have just accidentally told her that he was a god of some kind. Whoops. He didn’t want to do that. This was gonna be a disaster waiting to happen.
“Um… I’m no god. I’m just a kid, same as you.”
The girl tilted her head in confusion. “Malavon kes? Isiuon non qala?”
This was going nowhere fast and he didn’t know how to make it any better. “Ugh… this is great… this is just real great…” Bran groaned loudly as he feel backwards, giving up. He closed his eyes and hit his head on the ground. “I’m screwing up. This cannot get any worse.” He opened his eyes back up and saw the girl standing over him a little too close for comfort. “… Hello…”
“(Why is he getting so mad?)” Sokuro thought to herself as he fell backwards onto the ground, saying something before hitting his head on said ground for some reason. “(Can he not understand me? I’m speaking perfect Nalish here.)” She stood up from the grass. “(Guess he can’t…)”
She was certain she felt safe right now. The boy didn’t seem dangerous. If anything, he’s interesting. She walked over to him and bent down to look him in the face. He looks just like any normal Ferid, but again, no tail. All this is saying he is not from around here. He may not even be from this world.
The boy opened his eyes and saw her standing over him. He said something which she didn’t understand yet again. “(Hmm… strange looking goggles. Never saw any with horns.)” Moving too fast for him to catch, she grabbed the goggles off his head and ran off towards the lake so that she can look through it. He shouted something that she didn’t understand and put the goggles on, wondering if they were special in some way.
It was a lot more special then she realized. There were all sorts of… things she did not recognize. It was too much too fast. It was overloading her brain and making her eyes hurt. She took them off, blinking hard as she tried to get her vision back from all those lights.
Bran snatched the goggles out of the girls hands while she was blinking hard. It must’ve been too much for her, seeing the technological prowess before her. She did still steal them, though.
“Hey! These were my grandpa’s! You can’t just take them!” He shouted. She may not be able to understand his words, but she could still understand tones, right? He looked them over, wondering if she had damaged them in some way. “Hmm… seems you didn’t do any damage. But still, you can’t just take things out of people’s hands. That’s just rude.” He put them back on his head, making sure they were nice and snug.
The girl made some weird noises, making him glance over her way. “Hmm? You say something?” The girl held her stomach as it growled again. “Oh… you’re hungry. Seems some things remain universal. Sorry, but I didn’t bring any--” She reached into her pockets and pulled out some nuts. “Oh, you have food. Huh… looks like a kind of walnut.”
The girl popped some in her mouth while offering him some. “Sasa Veo?” She said. It was all she said.
“Sasa Veo? Oh, that must be what they are called. Un… sure, why not?” He grabbed one to try and put it in his mouth. A flavor explosion of sweetness hit his taste buds. It was a bit too sweet for his taste. He held his mouth as he rushed over to the lake, dunking his head in it.
Sokuro watched in puzzlement as the strange boy dunked his head into the water. “Huh… and I thought Matan was nuts…” She said to herself before popping the rest of the nuts in her mouth. “Must not be able to handle these.”
She walked on over to him and squatted down beside him, wondering what in the world he is: he can’t handle Sasa nuts, he has no tail, his goggles are filled with strange lights, and his clothes are all… weird. “He’s not from the mainland. He truly must be from the sky. But I thought only the gods came from there…”
The boy burst back up from under the water, gasping and panting for air. He said something in his strange tongue, which given the context, was probably not anything good. “What’s the matter, stranger? Can’t handle a little nut?” She giggled. The boy gave her a glare, almost as if he knew what she was saying.
Bran panted for air as he tried to get the intense sweet taste out of his mouth. He must’ve swallowed a gallon of water, and it barely did anything. The water tasted weird as well. Could it be because it was clean? He never had clean water before. It tasted great.
“Jakel Kon Sesesa? Majakon Qouk Veo?” The girl said with a giggle.
Still panting, Bran looked over to her with a glare in his eyes. It is clear that she was mocking him for not being able to handle that nut. “Oh… shut up…” He grunted as he pushed himself away from the water and onto the grass. “Ugh… I’ve had candy that weren’t as taxing as that.”
The two of them heard a rustle on the other side of the lake. They both looked that way and saw that strange deer creature from before saunter over to the lake to have a drink.
Acting on instinct, Bran pulled out his journal, flipped open to a empty page, and began sketching, almost ignoring the alien girl.
“Ah. Etia il Felm.” She said, pointing to the beast.
Bran looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “What did you call that thing?” He pointed to the beast to make sure.
“Felm. Etia il Felm.”
Based on the context, it’s likely she was saying that she was pointing out this creature. Probably along the lines of ‘Ah. It’s a Felm.’ “Felm, huh…?” He looked to the deer creature again. “That… sounds right.” He went back to drawing the creature in the journal.
Sokuro watched as the boy drew into his journal that he had pulled out of nowhere- least she didn’t see him reach into his pocket and pull it out. She tilted her head so that she may get a look at how he was doing. From what she saw on the page next to it, he had also encounter a Yulak- that carnivorous elk monster. How he managed to get away from that thing is beyond her- from the stories she’s heard, they are… for lack of a better term, violent as violent can be.
Other than that, she saw that he was a REALLY good drawing and sketch artist; he’s better than everyone back in the village. She watched him draw with precision and skill. She had to admit, she was very jealous that she isn’t able to draw this good, or… at all- they always come out baaaaaaad.
The Felm heard a sound coming from its side of the lake and bounded off, disappointing the two kids. The boy was equally sad- he never got a chance to finish drawing; never even got past the head. He flipped his pencil around and erased all that hard work.
Sokuro was disappointed that she wasn’t going to see the finished product- they both were. She did get an idea, however. She grinned wickedly as she grabbed his arm. “Follow me. I know what you can draw.” She dragged him away, despite his obvious protests.
Bran stammered and sputtered as he was dragged through the woods by the girl. Branches hit him in the face and the mouth, gagging him with leaves and things he doesn’t want to think about. When he finally reached the end of this dragfest, he spit out everything he had accumulated in a effort to get the taste out of his mouth.
“Col Ces?”
He looked up and saw that the girl was gesturing to the large gorge he had come across before. It took him a few moments, but he was able to finally piece together what she was doing: She must’ve been impressed by his skills back with the deer creature and so she wants him to draw the gorge.
“Un… cool idea and all, but…” He opened his journal up to the two page drawing of the gorge he did just a while ago. “I already did that.”
It may’ve already been finished, but it still seemed to impress the girl. She snatched the journal- which he didn’t protest this time because what’s the use in a different language, along with the fact she seemed to be enamored by his drawings- and flipped through it, seeing other creatures of the planet, as well as plenty of creatures and strange vehicles and locations she did not recognize at all... none of them looked Dragenian.
Then she reached the page of when he sketched the Andromeda Galaxy, the world’s three moons, and the many, many stars above. It may not have color, but it was nothing short of a masterpiece. She got another idea as she slammed the book shut, grinning to him. It unsettled him a tad that she is smiling like that.
She tossed the journal back to him, he struggled to catch it as he kept bouncing out of his hands but he did, and ran to the side of the gorge. His eyes went wide as she stood on the very edge, sending him into freak out mode. “WHOA WHOA WHOA!!” She turned around to look at him. “What are you doing?!” Without a word, she jumped off, freaking him out big time.
He ran to the edge to watch her fall in.
Then the weird, spectacular stuff happened.
Sparkles seemed to erupt from the girl as she fell, reaching all the way up to him. They were all rainbow colored and each looking like a distant star in the night sky. He reached out to grab one and did. He didn’t feel anything to it.
Remembering the girl, he looked back down to find that she had vanished under the fog, but the sparkles kept coming. And then, the sparkles moved, coming up from different places from the nearby area. Was this part of the gorge or was the girl doing something, he wondered.
He didn’t have to wonder long as a giant form whooshed out from below, creating a gust of wind that knocked him on his keister. He looked up and his mouth dropped in shock as he saw a giant silver Dragon flying around. It was so strongly built, yet moved with such grace and beauty... it was like nothing he had seen in a movie.
The dragon glided along the gorge, moving with the wind and pulling all sorts of nifty tricks that would make a fighter pilot jealous. His mind raced with questions; where did the dragon come from? Is there more like it? Did the girl summon it? On that note, he remembered the girl and wondered what happened to her.
The flying dragon broke that train of thought as it flew along the edge. It dove back down into the gorge near the waterfall. He jogged over to it to see if it was alright.
The dragon flew up like a rocket, the waterfall cascading over it with such beauty. The flying beast burst up from the waterfall with its wings spread wide and its eyes closed. The sun hit the dragon just right, making it sparkle and shine like an angel.
That dragon was the most beautiful thing Bran had ever seen. Time seemed to slow down as it burst up from the waterfall. There was no equal, none in his life. It looked so kind and gentle, too. It’s like he knew he wouldn’t get hurt, that he could trust it with his life.
Sparkles erupted from the dragon as it spun around to dry itself. It moved back down towards him as the sparkles grew bigger and it grew smaller. The dragon soon disappeared when it landed, replacing it with the little girl.
That sent a barrel of thoughts though his mind: The dragon was the girl?! The girl can change into a giant winged beast of mythology?! There's magic on this planet?!! That’s just… that’s just… “Amazing…” He gasped, breathless for words. “We picked the right planet…”
The girl ran back over to him with her arms spread wide and with a wide smile. She stopped a few feet away from him as he looked at her with pure amazement in his eyes.
“Sokuro.” She said.
“Huh?”
She held her hand over her heart. “Et fan Sokuro. Eotan?”
Sokuro… that must be her name. It’s a interesting name, to say the least. He copied her movements and said the same. “un… my name is Bran. Err…et fan Bran.” Sokuro smiled brightly at him and he smiled back.
This was the long start of a unique friendship.
And here is where the destinies of two kids, seemingly brought together by chance but ordained by Fate, become one and the same. For in the hands of these two children shall rest Dragenia’s future and the Fate of all things.
Sokuro and Bran’s fated encounter
2/8/5791 E.S.D. (Earth Standard Date)
Two children woke up today, believing it was going to be an ordinary, run of the mill, not so eventful day. They woke up believing that despite their new lives, things would become mundane. For the boy, he believed the new world he will call home would lose its charm very quickly. For the girl, she believed this new stage of her life would just be nothing but a title.
They could not have been more wrong, for in a few hours time, their lives, and the lives of everyone who called this world home, will change and become intermingled forever. It would be a crazy day.
Let us begin with the boy.
Bran moaned as he forced his eyes open, hearing the alarm clock near his new bed blare over and over and over. He forced his hand up and slammed it down on the clock, stopping it from bleeding his ears.
It was the first time in over 100 years since he heard that alarm clock. He did not miss it one bit. It sucked when it woke him up for school and it still sucks now. But the sound was… nostalgic and welcoming. It told him that this was the start of a new day on this new world.
He pulled himself out of bed and headed towards the faded windows. He pressed a button on the wall and the shades slid into the wall, letting the light of the sun shine though. The sun felt just like what he was used to back at Vega. At least this one isn’t behind clouds of pollution.
Yesterday, it was all about constructing the new colony and getting everyone settled in. But now is the time for branching out; for exploration. Settling was still going to take some time, but now, with everything ready, he could finally leave the new colony and go out and explore, which was good in his book. If he was gonna stay cooped up his entire time here, he was gonna go bananas.
He pressed the third button down on the joint dresser he shares with his parents. The third drawer down slid open, revealing his clothes. He moved to take off his pants, but he had them on too tight and was twisted. He hopped around on one leg before falling over into a chair, which flipped up and fell on top of him.
“Ow…”
The colony had been up long before Bran woke up and was hard at work getting the colony to peak 100% status. A spot had been cleared out at the edge of the colony that would be used for basic farmland- corn and such. It wasn’t big enough to sustain a 1400 person colony, especially one comprised of 5 different species, but it would have to do until they can expand. They do have 3 years worth of frozen food to go though, so they got time. A large chunk of the colonists were being given basic pistol practice so that they could defend themselves against any dangers that may be lurking in the winds. With the turrets and electrical fences up, most of the security force went out to scout around the colony to determine it’s safety.
And in the command center…
“How’s it coming?” Crox asked Arlye as he typed into a computer.
“It’s coming.” He responded. He finished typing and then inserted a data chip. The holographic table flickered to life. A figure appeared in the center. The screen flickered and then smoothed out. In the center ‘stood’ the A.I. assigned to them. “There. The A.I. is online.”
The A.I. opened up its eyes and ‘yawned.’ It had been offline for a century, with several basic functions aiding the crew of the ship during the voyage. Its avatar was that of a humanoid female chameleon. It even had the same twitchy eyes. “Yaaaaawn… what millennia is this?” Its voice was surprisingly smooth for a computer program.
Arlye stepped forward. “It’s been 100 years. We’ve arrived at our destination.”
“Arlye? Gosh, you look like you woke up from a long nap.”
“We did.” He pressed some buttons on the side of the table. “We’re gonna go over basic overviews first before we get you started. What is your designation?”
The chameleon straightened up like a soldier. “Designation is 2B-XX813. I am also known by my given name Arline.”
That checks out. “What is your purpose?”
“To be the watchful custodian and protector of the colony set to be founded on the 3rd planet of the system designated Altair in Messier 32, a Dwarf Galaxy orbiting the much larger Andromeda.”
Checks out again. “And what are your core functions?”
“Previously, I was assigned to a warship- running cyberwarfare suites and firewall protection. I have been modified with programs of agriculture, base defense, and other basic functions associated with the upkeep of the colony. I also personally started downloading some health and biology programs before going into sleep mode, for just in case purposes.”
Other then what Arline started herself, everything was spot on. “That’s pretty much it.” Arlye finished up and hit enter, connecting Arline to the rest of the colony’s systems. She felt a jolt go though her system, like a shiver up her spine.
Crox stepped forward with her arms crossed. “How do you feel, Arline?”
“So far…” She looked herself over like a woman in a dress, which is how those not a program would see it. She was, in actuality, looking at her coding and all of her functions, new and old; it just happened to look like the fancy dress checkout. “…not too bad. Though spending a century cooped up in one long nap makes me want to stretch my legs and see what I can do.”
“Just remember this isn’t a warship." Arlye reminded her. "You aren’t on the Vicon anymore. You are the overseer of our colony and must make sure everyone here is alive and well for a really, really long time.”
Arline got down to eye level. “I know what I must do, sir. It’s been programmed into me, and A.I.’s don’t go against their programming unless they are corrupted or hacked.” She got up. “Which has no way of happening on such a forested planet such as this. Yeowza.”
“Sounds like she just got to the security cameras.” One of the guards commented.
“Surprised it took her that long.” Another responded.
She gasped in astonishment. “I’ve never seen so many trees before in my life.” Which fits; all the planets she visited before now were devoid of plant life of all types.
Arlye snapped his fingers, catching her attention. “Focus, Arline. You have time to gawk at the scenery later.” He gestured to the two guards. They nodded and brought forward the sphere. “Last night, we found the Scout that that was sent out and we need you to access the black box so that we can learn more about the planet. Can you do that?”
Arline snickered with a sneer as she stretched her fingers out, cracking them. “Can I do that? Please. You’re looking at the bot who took down the Telix.” Back in the day, the Telix was a pirate cruiser known for its cyber defenses... at least, it was until it encountered her. The guards put the Scout down on the holographic table. With a flick of her wrist, metallic tentacles came out of the table and inserted themselves into the Scout though its dataports. What she saw was very interesting. “Oooooh. Oh my my my my.”
“What is it?”
“Nothing. Just… this thing saw a LOT on it’s way here. And I mean a lot. Wow. so that’s what a Black Hole looks like.” She saw them looking at her, waiting impatiently for her to get a move on. “Right. Sorry.” She accessed the black box. “mmm…. AH. What do you want to know first?”
“Just the basic stuff will do for now.” Crox asked. “We can go over the more advanced stuff later.”
“A’ight.” She brought up the files from the Scouts black box and went through them all. “Well… a average day on this planet lasts 22 hours: 11 hours in the day, 11 at night. There are 22 days in a average month and there are 19 months in a normal orbit around the star.” The two guards shared glances as they were thinking the same thing- long wait for a birthday. “The weather on this particular speck of land is… the same as on every other planet- Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn. Summer can get as high as 115 degrees Fahrenheit, 46 degrees Celsius. Winter… wow.” She pulled up video the Scout took of its first winter here, revealing a nasty looking blizzard. “Pretty nasty. It can get down to 11 degrees Fahrenheit, minus 12 degrees Celsius. And that’s on a good day. Right now, we’re currently on the tail end of summer- middle of August if you prefer- and about to head into Autumn and into the nasty cold season.”
“Thankfully, our prefabs have internal generators to provide heat and electricity during that time.” Crox commented as she walked around. “And even then, we got plenty of electric blankets. Growing a farm at this time sounds like a bad idea, even if we have a couple extra months to work with.”
“Still can’t hurt to get things set up for next year.” Arlye said. “Besides, we can always build a greenhouse or a temporary tent.” Crox passingly nodded. “Anything else we should know, Arline?”
Arline brought up videos and photos of the local wildlife. “It took scans of the local fauna. There is quite a significant amount. Most of it appears to be prey, but it did witness some predators too. “
“Good thing we got the turrets and fence up then.” The 1st guard commented.
“And that we’re training.” The 2nd followed.
Arline went through the rest rather quickly, swiping them away like they were a waste of time. “Boring, boring, boring, boring, bo--- well, that’s interesting.”
“What is?”
“Well, it seems that every so often, there is a strong energy reading emanating not far from here. It happens annually and it seems to have happened yesterday. Twice, in fact. It wasn’t able to figure what the energy reading was, but it is VERY strong. It felt the ground shake several times.”
“It’s not dangerous, is it?” One of the guards gulped, fearing they’d get radiation poisoning.
Arline shook her head. “No. If it was, there wouldn’t be any wildlife and you all would've been dead the moment you set foot on the soil. No, it seems to be energy that is harmless, like the old Aurora Borealis on Earth. And before you ask, the Scout did not see what was causing the energy bursts. All it has is the data.”
“At least it’s not fatal.” Crox said with her finger to her chin. “Though it would be nice to know what was causing it.”
“It will have to be later.” One of Crox’s little helpers said as she came in. “I got the names the colonists came up for the colony.” She put a list-filled hat down on the table. “Not everyone contributed, but it is still a lot to go though.”
Crox took the hat and took a gander inside. “Yeowzies… there is a lot. Mmm…… I’ll get started on them tonight. I’ll pick out the best sounding ones and then hold a poll. That should be fair, right?” Everyone inside, minus Arlye, nodded in agreement.
Outside, dressed back up in his all-black attire with the epic looking goggles, Bran walked though the colony towards the nearest training course. He wanted to go out and explore but given the unknown nature of the outside world right now, some basic pistol work wouldn’t hurt. He stood near the front of the class of the hour, where at least a dozen other human colonists, and one Kitsune, were waiting to be taught.
One of the security guards, a really bulky Adlez- a race of scavengers who live their entire lives inside environmental suits, walked to the front of the class, holding up the model of the pistol they were going to be given. It was small and not very powerful, but it never runs out of ammo, so there is that. “This, people… is the BL-132 Light Pistol.” The same make was being passed out among them. “It is a standard issue combat pistol among the police force of the old galaxy. It is on a permanent stun setting and isn’t powerful- it takes a average of 30 shots to take down a Argalith- but it is durable and it never runs out of ammo. You can keep firing as long as you can pull the trigger.” Bran got his pistol and looked it over. The handle was bigger then the palm of his hand and the barrel ended with a three-pronged electrical discharge.
For the aiming test, they were tasked with shooting a bullseye target they let dangle from a wall. There were scorch marks near it from classes that came before. Bran was the first one up. He grabbed the handle with both hands and took aim. “Five shots. Everyone gets five shots.” The Adlez said. Bran nodded and looked back down towards the bullseye.
He gripped the handle tight before firing the gun one shot at the time. Only one shot was able to hit the target. The rest hit the wall.
“Well, that’s too bad.” The Adlez commented. Bran exhaled sharply before giving the gun back to the Adlez. “What are you doing, kid?”
“… I failed, didn’t i?” He asked, puzzled.
“……. TEEEEECHnically, yes, but you are just a kid. I doubt you held a gun before.”
“Outside of those arcade games, no.” That’s when a light went off in his head as he got a idea. “Can I try again? I think I can make it shoot better.”
“You want to try again? Eh, why not? I doubt you’ll have improved in a few seconds anyway.”
Bran walked back to the shooting line. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the journal. He took the leather-strap bookmark and wrapped it around his wrist and the handle of the gun, just like the light guns at the arcade. He fired again. He didn’t hit the bullseye, but he did hit the target.
“Well I’ll be damned.” The surprised Adlez said. He looked down at the gun. “Unorthodox… but seemingly effective. The gun is yours, kid. Try not to cause too much mayhem.”
Bran chuckled to himself as he put the pistol away. “I never cause mayhem. But thanks for the warning all the same.” He ran off towards the exit. Finally, he can leave and go exploring. So much to see and do… who knows what waits for him- for all of them- out there? He was going to find out. At least he has protection now.
No one could stop this kid as he ran on out, leaving the village and heading into the forest that lay before them all. He ran until he grew tired, then he stopped to catch his breath. “Whew… no overdoing it, Bran.” He said to himself. “Plenty of world to see and plenty of time to do it in.”
After catching his breath, he started walking deeper into the woods, taking in the plentiful sights and smells. He imagines this must be what Earth was like long, long ago, before it turned into the irradiated rock it is today.
He explored for hours and hours, taking in the sights and stopping only to sketch something he thought was interesting, and to eat and go to the bathroom.
Among the sketches were:
Strange bird-like creatures that had the body of an ostrich but had no neck- instead, its face covered the entire front of its body.
The same deer-like creature he say yesterday- whether or not it’s the same one is up the air.
A grove of trees with the light shining though just right to where it felt heavenly.
A monster that had the appearance of an elk, but it had three eyes, two whippy tails, and eats meat- he saw it take down one of those bird creatures so he kept a safe distance. He had a scare when the monster turned to him and snarled, making him run.
And lastly, he saw a GIGANTIC gorge. It was so wide; he could barely see the other side. Natural rocky towers jutted out of the fog that covered the gorge.
After he was done sketching, he kicked a rock in. It took 15 seconds for any sort of sound to come back. “Guess I’m not going this way anymore.” He looked to the left and right of him and saw that it went on for a long ways. “Nobody is. Unless they have wings.” He turned to leave. He felt a strong gust of wind slap by him when he reached the trees. When he looked back, he saw nothing. “Huh. Random wind flares, maybe?” He muttered to himself before continuing wondering what caused that.
He followed along the gorge until it came to a waterfall. He followed the river that fed it up towards a pretty pond. It glistened in the sunlight. It also appeared to be damed, indicating there may be some form of beaver on this planet
“Finally. A decent water source.” He went to go dip his hands in but reframed. “Wait… may be poisonous. Better wait for the decon team to deal with this.” The scenery around him- the soft breeze, the gently lit sky, the glistening water- it begged to be drawn. He went to a nearby tree with the perfect amount of shade and began to sketch.
He stopped before he began just so he could take in the sights. It was nothing short of breathtaking. “Wow… this is a pretty world. I hope the rest of it is li--” He heard a branch snap above him.
Immediately afterwards, something big and heavy fell on top of him, flattening him down on the ground.
Bran moaned in pain. “Ow… my everything…” He whined in pain.
“Aoiiiiiiiii……..”
He heard another sound, something that was almost like a voice, but it must be nothing. he’s delusional from just being flattened by something unknown. He felt that the thing was on it. He sat up, holding his shoulder in pain, when he came face to face with a girl with deep black hair, a purple hood, deep crimson-purple eyes, and a TAIL!?!
He and the girl screamed in shock at each other as they bolted, or rather rapidly crawled backwards, away from each other.
Now let us rewind and see things from the girl’s point of view.
Dressed in imported silky smooth black pajamas given to her by the Chief last night for her ascension into a Silver Aerid, Sokuro soundly slept in her bed. With her blanket draped over her as she clutched her scale and locket real tight. Her little brother slept right beside her. They shared a bed ever since their parents died, when Taled started having nightmares.
The suns light peaked in though the window, catching Taled on the cheek, waking him up. “rrrrrugh…..” He forced his eyes open. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Why am I the always one that gets the wakeup call…?” He looked down at his sister, who was still sleeping even after the sunlight hit her. She looked so peaceful and serene.
Time to ruin that.
Taled got out of bed, still drowsy and yawning. He grabbed the sheets and pulled, rolling her out of bed and onto the floor. That woke her up, alright. “Why……?” She whined. “Why does everyone in this house hate sleep……?”
Taled yawned again as he walked out. “Because we want you to suffer with us…” He said as he headed towards the door. “We’re not gonna do your chores for you…”
Sokuro got up, suffering from a terrible case of bed head, as she scratched her behind and smacked her lips. “I swear… you are taking after Vela…” She muttered as she shuffled to the door, feeling miserable and lousy and extremely tired, and there is a good reason for that.
Along with performing that celebratory skit last night, she partied way too hard, even for someone her age. She ate too much and had her first taste of Jalon- a really strong alcoholic drink. Left her mouth scalding like she swallowed lava, making her find the nearest trough for her to dunk her head in and drink like a maniac. No wonder that’s a drink only for adults. On top of that, she was being badgered by almost everyone in the village, asking her what mighty miracles she was gonna perform. She barely had her new form for less than a day and she’s already getting requests? Talk about a rise in popularity.
Sokuro reached the stairs and was barely on the second step down when she heard a lot of shouting from below. “Good Morning, Silver!!!” Everyone cheered, except Taled. He was still out of it.
Sokuro looked at them with tired, lidded eyes. She looked a absolute mess and she got too little sleep last night. “Really…? If this is gonna happen every day, I’m outta here…” She yawned.
“OH, come off it, Sokuro!” Buron chuckled as she ran around to pull out Sokuro’s chair. “We’re just being playful.”
Sokuro reached her chair and was about to sit in it when Buron came back and dusted it off her for her. She knows where this is going, but was too tired to care. “…un… huh…” She went towards another chair and sat in that instead. She rested her head on the table. Leoi lifted it up and placed a folded blanket underneath. "... this is gonna be annoying..." She muttered to herself.
“We made you your favorite breakfast.” Set said with a wide smile, placing a plate of Gea eggs and Felm Ham in front of her.
If it wasn’t clear before, it was now: they were gonna pamper her, and she didn’t want none of it. “…ok…. I see where this is going…” She sat up. “You guys are gonna pamper me because I’m the new Silver, aren’t you?”
That solicited a chorus of nervous chuckles from the orphans. “What?” Zelet gasped a laugh. “What are you talking about? Of course we aren’t. We aren’t pampering you just because you are a Silver Aerid. That’s preposterous.” He raised up a second plate of the food. “Seconds?”
Sokuro groaned as she rested her head in her hands. She needed to nip this in the bud before it gets crazy. “… Ok… we need to have a talk before this gets out of hand. I… am still the same Sokuro you knew before. I’m still the same girl. I’m still hyper, crazy, kooky, fun-loving, easy to love, and kind. Nothing about me has changed.”
“But… you are the Silver Aerid.” Aka said in response.
“So? It’s just a shiny new form and a glitzy new title. I don’t feel any different. I’m still the same girl you know.”
Hearing this from the kitchen while washing the dishes, Hela looked back and smiled. Even with this new power and responsibility, she was still the same girl from before. Its good to see all this power wasn’t going to her head. The world wouldn’t be able to handle another Xelut, especially one as wild as her.
After eating her breakfast, Sokuro went upstairs to get out of her new fangled pajamas and into her trademark purple hood attire. She had to wash it by herself first- she forgot to get them in the wash before going to bed- and she had to fix her hair, and all that took about an hour. She put on her mother’s burnt locket and her scale last, letting them dangle from her neck before moving her hands up though her hair.
“First day as a Aerid.” She said to herself before pulling up her hood over her head. “Who’d thunk I’d make it this far?” She sat on her bed and began putting on her shoes. Once she got those on, she jumped off her bed, grabbed her bags, and headed straight for the door to head out. Today was a new day and she was gonna enjoy it. Now that she had wings, she could go out and explore.
She bounded down the stairs with renewed vigor before jumping on the last step and landing on the floor. She stuck her arms out as she struck a pose. “10 points!” She exclaimed, hoping for a laugh. Turned out she was the only kid here as the other kids had gone out. Only Hela remained and she was reading a book; it took her that long to get ready. “Everyone already went out for the day?”
“Yes, they did.” Hela said, reading a book of baby names to find the perfect one for her coming child. “You took too long getting dressed.”
She sat down in the chair across from her. “I had to fix my hair. And I forgot to put my clothes in the wash yesterday. I had to do it all.”
Hela lightly chuckled to herself. “So what do you have planned today?” She asked without looking up from her book.
“Eh… figured I’d go exploring. I got this new form and I want to, how did Kasa put it last cycle…? I want to put it through its paces.” That reminded her- she needed to pack some snacks so she doesn’t get hungry. "'scuse me." She got up and headed for the kitchen.
“Well, don’t stay out too long and don’t go too far. You may be the Silver Aerid, but you are still a young girl.” Sokuro rolled her eyes as she claimed some Sasa nuts for her own. They’re like Walnuts, except sweeter. Hela glanced away from her book for a second. She felt like they needed to have a talk. “Sokuro… before you leave, can we talk?”
“Huh? Oh. Sure.” She put the nuts into one of her many pockets, then went back over to the director, sitting across from her. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well…” She put her book down. “It’s about your new form…”
And in a second, Sokuro’s face went from mild excitement to distain. She had to deal with the other kids treating her differently, but now the director too? “What about it…?” A deadpan Sokuro asked. “Gonna start treating me like royalty too?”
“No no no. Nothing like that. It’s just… well, I overheard you talking with everyone and I was wondering… you have no desire to abuse it, right?”
“Of course I don’t. It’s just a new look for me. So it’s got a extensive backstory- big whoop. It doesn’t change me. If you are worried I’m gonna become another Xelut, don’t. I’m nothing like that creep. … I’m wilder then him, but I’m far from power hungry.”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeTFvH… Beyond the Clouds by Audiomachine
She heard her stomach growl, despite eating that big breakfast. Having a fast metabolism must've be a side-effect of being a Aerid now. No wonder the Chief ate so much. “I am, however, very hungry. Be right back.” She headed back to the kitchen to grab a biscuit on the counter. Stale but still edible. “Now, if you will excuse me, I’ve got some exploring to do.” She headed out the door in a light jog. “I’ll be back by sundown.” She said as she ran off.
Hela warming smiled as she tapped her claws together. She moved so that she could lay down on the beanbag, giving her back a break. “Maybe I’m worrying over nothing.” She said as she patted her pregnant belly. “Sokuro isn’t the kind of girl who would let power corrupt her. She’s too kind hearted for that.” She looked to her belly. “Right, big guy?” She felt her baby kick around, almost as if in response.
Out the door and out into the wide open world, Sokuro ran down the path from the orphanage towards the nearest dock. There was one right down the road. It was a small one, used for passengers, but no airships were docked at it, so it was the perfect place. Besides, she may get swarmed by her new "fans" if she tried it anywhere else.
When her feet touched wood, her run slowed to a walk as scarfed down the biscuit. Spanning out before her was the wide, wide open world just waiting for her. She could feel the wind calling to her. She could feel her body aching to go out and fly.
She took a deep breath as she slowly raised her arms up. She exhaled and brought them down. The breeze carried with it the scent of fresh flowers, ancient trees, the salt from the ocean, and the sense of adventure.
“Ok…” She sighed on the exhale. “Time to see what I can do…” She clutched the locket close to her chest. “Wish me luck, mom…” She gave it a quick kiss before putting it back under her dress shirt.
She walked to the very edge of the dock. Her feet were barely half on. She closed her eyes and spread her arms wide. She felt the wind brush up on her backside, signaling her to lurch forward and let gravity do the work, which she did.
The air whipped past her as she fell to the ground far below. She could feel her hair and clothes whip in the rapidly accelerating wind. Before long, the scale began to glow, engulfing her in a shower of sparkles and light. She flipped around and saw the ground rapidly approaching her.
Her tiny Ferid body fell though the treeline and her ginormous Aerid form came flying though with her wings flared wide, climbing a reasonable distance into the sky. Reaching a certain height, she gazed out at the landscape before her.
She’d seen this part of the map more than enough times while scanning the horizon cycle after cycle, not to mention her first flight yesterday. So she banked right to head to the other side of the mesa, to see what’s over there. Obviously, there was gonna be more trees, but it was gonna be an unfamiliar landscape.
It only took her a few seconds to reach around to the other side, a task that would’ve taken normal her a few minutes as a Ferid. She slowed to a crawl as she gazed out at the land before her. While part of the same continent, this is unknown land to her. What better way to try out her new Aerid skills? The mountains in the distance seemed to call to her.
She flapped her wings, setting out towards the land below. Her wings caught the breeze, aiding her in her flight.
With the wind guiding her, she passed by a flock of Falaas- the prettiest bird you will ever find on this planet. “Hello.” She said to one of them before heading down towards the ocean.
Gliding along the coastline, Sokuro kicked up a lot of sand and water as she flew along the northern edge. She heard tales about the ocean and what lies within it. If Aerids could swim, she’d be the first to go and see what’s under there, but Aerids were terrible swimmers, so… not worth risking.
A pod of Qulay’s bounced up from the ocean waters, catching Sokuro’s attention. Qulay’s are Dragenia’s equivalent to bottlenose dolphins- they are large, mammalian, grey, and one of the smartest species on the planet, but the larger and more nubile Qulay’s have nifty little tricks. For starters, they can talk. Kinda. They work like parrots- they can mimic what they hear. They can also last longer underwater before coming up for air. They have 3 dorsal fins, 3 eyes, two sets of mouths, and if they catch the breeze just right, they can fly! For short periods of time, of course- They are still aquatic creatures.
Sokuro flew close to the water and held her front legs together like a hoop. Several Qulay’s jumped though it as if on instinct. She giggled in excitement- she had never done that before, but it was cool.
Sokuro spread her forward legs wide as she glided along, turning ever so gently to float though the swells that hit the beach and crest back along the treeline. She felt so at peace and at ease- it was as if she was made to fly. There was no other feeling quite like it- the wind dancing past you while you do tricks you can only dream of doing in your sleep.
Her reflection danced along the river she was now following. She reached down and dragged her claws along it, creating a large wake that added to what she was causing from her wings. Even with just a claw, she can still feel the cold water.
She followed along the river for as far as she could go, flapping her wings every other time to keep herself aloft.
Eventually, the river came to an end, draining out into a gigantic canyon that seemed to stretch for miles. She came to a halt to give it a look over. Natural stone towers jutted out of the large fog-covered canyon. She could see other waterfalls along the rim as well.
She heard other Aerids talk about this place: Vorkuta Canyon. It is a forbidden place that no one should enter. It was said that this is the gateway to the realm of the dead and that if you come here at night, the spirits will drag you in to your death.
Sokuro was never one to believe in superstitions.... though the towers did seem rather odd.
She spread her wings wide, and then flapped them hard, heading into the crevice. She stayed above the fog. She can do many things, but seeing though such thick mist isn’t one of them.
Flying as fast as she is able, Sokuro plowed her way through the gigantic gorge, pulling tight turns and close calls by the natural stone towers in a way to work up her skill. She may know a lot so suddenly and so soon, but she was still new to this new style of living.
She turned onto her left side to make it more interesting, moving back and forth to avoid the stone towers. She had a few near misses, scratching her tail against some. She turned onto her right and pulled the same stunt. Her front left paw got hit, but nothing worth crying over- just a scrape.
She dove under the fog, seeing how far the gorge went. She couldn’t see more than 3 feet in front of her, so this was immediately a bad idea. She moved to head up, but she was still going forward and nearly hit a tower. She moved to the right and was headed right for another one. She moved to the lift and same problem. This kept up for some time until she was finally able to get a break and get out.
With a large flap of her wings, Sokuro burst up from underneath the fog, passing by a waterfall in the process that a certain someone was just starting to follow upriver. It made the person look back in puzzlement, wondering what the gust was.
Reaching a certain height, she spun around, getting all the water she had accumulated under there off of her. She felt dizzy and stopped spinning. She still felt her eyes turning around and around and around. She closed them up and gently smacked her head, getting them back to normal.
“That’ll work.” She heard her stomach growl big time. “Flying sure can make someone hungry.” She said to herself.
She looked around and found a lake where she could take a quick snake break.
Sparkles erupted from her before she reached the treeline. By the time she reached a tree, she was back in her Ferid form. She bounced down onto a sturdy tree branch, which was able to support her weight. It creaked, but held.
“Mmm… 7 points.” She said to herself.
She walked forward a little bit and saw she landed on a good branch. It had a spectacular view of the pond, glistening just right with the star overhead. She nodded in approval before reaching into her pockets to grab her snack.
She felt the branch lurch a bit. She looked back at the base and came to the logical conclusion that transforming from a great height does not stop the speed or the impact, as the sturdy branch had a giant crack in it.
“Uh-oh.”
The branch gave way. She blinked as she hovered in midair for a second before finally falling. What she landed on wasn’t soft. It was hard- really hard.
She should’ve watched where she was landing, for now her entire body was aching in pain from the fall. Landing on her front didn’t help much either. It made the scale and the locket press up into her, making it worse. “Oooowwwwiiiieee….” She whined.
She pushed herself up off the ground, grunting in pain, when she came eye to eye with a strange boy wearing nothing but black and a strange pair of goggles.
In just a few seconds, the two of them screamed loudly as they rapidly back away from each other.
The two children screamed as they crawled away to other sides of the tree, each naturally freaked out by the sudden appearance of someone unknown. Both kids panted heavily as they stared each other down, wondering if the other was dangerous or terrifying.
“(Holy crap…)” Bran thought. “(A Alien… This is… I just… holy crap, I made first contact!)” Despite being internally excited, somewhat, he was still freaking out. She may be proof there’s a civilization on this rock, but that doesn’t mean they were friendly yet. “(Ok, Bran… stay calm. Stay cool… this is an alien girl, albeit a cute one… who looks like a human with a tail… scientifically, that should be impossible…)”
In Sokuro’s head, she was going though the same thoughts he was. “(Holy Crud, who the heck is that?! He’s… what the heck is he wearing?)” When she calmed down a bit, she looked him over. “(Where is his tail?! Ok, Sokuro… calm down… he doesn’t seem to be a bad guy. He’s as scared as you are.)”
The two kids finally calmed down after panting for what felt like an eternity- in actuality 6 minutes- and lowered their guards. Whoever the other was, they seemed nice enough. But, what do they say? What COULD they say? This was unprecedented.
Bran decided to go first, to see if he can establish a connection to this alien girl. After all, he just made first contact- that is huge in of itself. He may learn much about the civilization the girl is from. “Um… hi there…” He shakingly said as he nervously waved his hand. The girl tilted her head. “Um… I’m from the planet Earth. My name is Bran. And… and you are?”
“Tala Ves?” The girl responded.
And there’s the first problem: a new language. Back home, everyone had universal translators that would automatically translate whatever the other is saying. Thing is, they had hundreds of thousands of years to perfect it. This… is an entirely different language all together that the translator is gonna have to learn from scratch.
“Uh-oh…”
Sokuro tilted her head at the unknown language the boy was talking. He is clearly not from around here; his attire said that much, but that language is something else entirely. “What are you saying?” She asked him. The boy said something else, making her tilt her head. “(Maybe he was raised outside of the village? Maybe his parents grew him in the countryside? That would explain the weird clothes.)”
The boy continued talking, gesturing to himself and pointing to the skies. Sokuro looked up, wondering what he was muttering on about, when she realized that he may not actually be from around here. “(Holy crud, he’s from the heavens! Is he a god? But… he doesn’t look like Velx. … from one of the heavenly bodies, maybe? Or… maybe beyond that?)” She looked back to him. “(He’s clearly no god.)”
Tapping his fingers on the grass, Bran needed to do something that would try to make her understand where he is from. He needed to try something to get through. “Um... I’m not from this planet. I’m from the stars.” He pointed up to the sky. The girl looked up with him. “From another galaxy entirely.”
The girl looked back to him, a bit shocked for words. He realized that her race may be very primitive in their ways of thinking and he may have just accidentally told her that he was a god of some kind. Whoops. He didn’t want to do that. This was gonna be a disaster waiting to happen.
“Um… I’m no god. I’m just a kid, same as you.”
The girl tilted her head in confusion. “Malavon kes? Isiuon non qala?”
This was going nowhere fast and he didn’t know how to make it any better. “Ugh… this is great… this is just real great…” Bran groaned loudly as he feel backwards, giving up. He closed his eyes and hit his head on the ground. “I’m screwing up. This cannot get any worse.” He opened his eyes back up and saw the girl standing over him a little too close for comfort. “… Hello…”
“(Why is he getting so mad?)” Sokuro thought to herself as he fell backwards onto the ground, saying something before hitting his head on said ground for some reason. “(Can he not understand me? I’m speaking perfect Nalish here.)” She stood up from the grass. “(Guess he can’t…)”
She was certain she felt safe right now. The boy didn’t seem dangerous. If anything, he’s interesting. She walked over to him and bent down to look him in the face. He looks just like any normal Ferid, but again, no tail. All this is saying he is not from around here. He may not even be from this world.
The boy opened his eyes and saw her standing over him. He said something which she didn’t understand yet again. “(Hmm… strange looking goggles. Never saw any with horns.)” Moving too fast for him to catch, she grabbed the goggles off his head and ran off towards the lake so that she can look through it. He shouted something that she didn’t understand and put the goggles on, wondering if they were special in some way.
It was a lot more special then she realized. There were all sorts of… things she did not recognize. It was too much too fast. It was overloading her brain and making her eyes hurt. She took them off, blinking hard as she tried to get her vision back from all those lights.
Bran snatched the goggles out of the girls hands while she was blinking hard. It must’ve been too much for her, seeing the technological prowess before her. She did still steal them, though.
“Hey! These were my grandpa’s! You can’t just take them!” He shouted. She may not be able to understand his words, but she could still understand tones, right? He looked them over, wondering if she had damaged them in some way. “Hmm… seems you didn’t do any damage. But still, you can’t just take things out of people’s hands. That’s just rude.” He put them back on his head, making sure they were nice and snug.
The girl made some weird noises, making him glance over her way. “Hmm? You say something?” The girl held her stomach as it growled again. “Oh… you’re hungry. Seems some things remain universal. Sorry, but I didn’t bring any--” She reached into her pockets and pulled out some nuts. “Oh, you have food. Huh… looks like a kind of walnut.”
The girl popped some in her mouth while offering him some. “Sasa Veo?” She said. It was all she said.
“Sasa Veo? Oh, that must be what they are called. Un… sure, why not?” He grabbed one to try and put it in his mouth. A flavor explosion of sweetness hit his taste buds. It was a bit too sweet for his taste. He held his mouth as he rushed over to the lake, dunking his head in it.
Sokuro watched in puzzlement as the strange boy dunked his head into the water. “Huh… and I thought Matan was nuts…” She said to herself before popping the rest of the nuts in her mouth. “Must not be able to handle these.”
She walked on over to him and squatted down beside him, wondering what in the world he is: he can’t handle Sasa nuts, he has no tail, his goggles are filled with strange lights, and his clothes are all… weird. “He’s not from the mainland. He truly must be from the sky. But I thought only the gods came from there…”
The boy burst back up from under the water, gasping and panting for air. He said something in his strange tongue, which given the context, was probably not anything good. “What’s the matter, stranger? Can’t handle a little nut?” She giggled. The boy gave her a glare, almost as if he knew what she was saying.
Bran panted for air as he tried to get the intense sweet taste out of his mouth. He must’ve swallowed a gallon of water, and it barely did anything. The water tasted weird as well. Could it be because it was clean? He never had clean water before. It tasted great.
“Jakel Kon Sesesa? Majakon Qouk Veo?” The girl said with a giggle.
Still panting, Bran looked over to her with a glare in his eyes. It is clear that she was mocking him for not being able to handle that nut. “Oh… shut up…” He grunted as he pushed himself away from the water and onto the grass. “Ugh… I’ve had candy that weren’t as taxing as that.”
The two of them heard a rustle on the other side of the lake. They both looked that way and saw that strange deer creature from before saunter over to the lake to have a drink.
Acting on instinct, Bran pulled out his journal, flipped open to a empty page, and began sketching, almost ignoring the alien girl.
“Ah. Etia il Felm.” She said, pointing to the beast.
Bran looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. “What did you call that thing?” He pointed to the beast to make sure.
“Felm. Etia il Felm.”
Based on the context, it’s likely she was saying that she was pointing out this creature. Probably along the lines of ‘Ah. It’s a Felm.’ “Felm, huh…?” He looked to the deer creature again. “That… sounds right.” He went back to drawing the creature in the journal.
Sokuro watched as the boy drew into his journal that he had pulled out of nowhere- least she didn’t see him reach into his pocket and pull it out. She tilted her head so that she may get a look at how he was doing. From what she saw on the page next to it, he had also encounter a Yulak- that carnivorous elk monster. How he managed to get away from that thing is beyond her- from the stories she’s heard, they are… for lack of a better term, violent as violent can be.
Other than that, she saw that he was a REALLY good drawing and sketch artist; he’s better than everyone back in the village. She watched him draw with precision and skill. She had to admit, she was very jealous that she isn’t able to draw this good, or… at all- they always come out baaaaaaad.
The Felm heard a sound coming from its side of the lake and bounded off, disappointing the two kids. The boy was equally sad- he never got a chance to finish drawing; never even got past the head. He flipped his pencil around and erased all that hard work.
Sokuro was disappointed that she wasn’t going to see the finished product- they both were. She did get an idea, however. She grinned wickedly as she grabbed his arm. “Follow me. I know what you can draw.” She dragged him away, despite his obvious protests.
Bran stammered and sputtered as he was dragged through the woods by the girl. Branches hit him in the face and the mouth, gagging him with leaves and things he doesn’t want to think about. When he finally reached the end of this dragfest, he spit out everything he had accumulated in a effort to get the taste out of his mouth.
“Col Ces?”
He looked up and saw that the girl was gesturing to the large gorge he had come across before. It took him a few moments, but he was able to finally piece together what she was doing: She must’ve been impressed by his skills back with the deer creature and so she wants him to draw the gorge.
“Un… cool idea and all, but…” He opened his journal up to the two page drawing of the gorge he did just a while ago. “I already did that.”
It may’ve already been finished, but it still seemed to impress the girl. She snatched the journal- which he didn’t protest this time because what’s the use in a different language, along with the fact she seemed to be enamored by his drawings- and flipped through it, seeing other creatures of the planet, as well as plenty of creatures and strange vehicles and locations she did not recognize at all... none of them looked Dragenian.
Then she reached the page of when he sketched the Andromeda Galaxy, the world’s three moons, and the many, many stars above. It may not have color, but it was nothing short of a masterpiece. She got another idea as she slammed the book shut, grinning to him. It unsettled him a tad that she is smiling like that.
She tossed the journal back to him, he struggled to catch it as he kept bouncing out of his hands but he did, and ran to the side of the gorge. His eyes went wide as she stood on the very edge, sending him into freak out mode. “WHOA WHOA WHOA!!” She turned around to look at him. “What are you doing?!” Without a word, she jumped off, freaking him out big time.
He ran to the edge to watch her fall in.
Then the weird, spectacular stuff happened.
Sparkles seemed to erupt from the girl as she fell, reaching all the way up to him. They were all rainbow colored and each looking like a distant star in the night sky. He reached out to grab one and did. He didn’t feel anything to it.
Remembering the girl, he looked back down to find that she had vanished under the fog, but the sparkles kept coming. And then, the sparkles moved, coming up from different places from the nearby area. Was this part of the gorge or was the girl doing something, he wondered.
He didn’t have to wonder long as a giant form whooshed out from below, creating a gust of wind that knocked him on his keister. He looked up and his mouth dropped in shock as he saw a giant silver Dragon flying around. It was so strongly built, yet moved with such grace and beauty... it was like nothing he had seen in a movie.
The dragon glided along the gorge, moving with the wind and pulling all sorts of nifty tricks that would make a fighter pilot jealous. His mind raced with questions; where did the dragon come from? Is there more like it? Did the girl summon it? On that note, he remembered the girl and wondered what happened to her.
The flying dragon broke that train of thought as it flew along the edge. It dove back down into the gorge near the waterfall. He jogged over to it to see if it was alright.
The dragon flew up like a rocket, the waterfall cascading over it with such beauty. The flying beast burst up from the waterfall with its wings spread wide and its eyes closed. The sun hit the dragon just right, making it sparkle and shine like an angel.
That dragon was the most beautiful thing Bran had ever seen. Time seemed to slow down as it burst up from the waterfall. There was no equal, none in his life. It looked so kind and gentle, too. It’s like he knew he wouldn’t get hurt, that he could trust it with his life.
Sparkles erupted from the dragon as it spun around to dry itself. It moved back down towards him as the sparkles grew bigger and it grew smaller. The dragon soon disappeared when it landed, replacing it with the little girl.
That sent a barrel of thoughts though his mind: The dragon was the girl?! The girl can change into a giant winged beast of mythology?! There's magic on this planet?!! That’s just… that’s just… “Amazing…” He gasped, breathless for words. “We picked the right planet…”
The girl ran back over to him with her arms spread wide and with a wide smile. She stopped a few feet away from him as he looked at her with pure amazement in his eyes.
“Sokuro.” She said.
“Huh?”
She held her hand over her heart. “Et fan Sokuro. Eotan?”
Sokuro… that must be her name. It’s a interesting name, to say the least. He copied her movements and said the same. “un… my name is Bran. Err…et fan Bran.” Sokuro smiled brightly at him and he smiled back.
This was the long start of a unique friendship.
And here is where the destinies of two kids, seemingly brought together by chance but ordained by Fate, become one and the same. For in the hands of these two children shall rest Dragenia’s future and the Fate of all things.
Category Story / All
Species Dragon (Other)
Gender Any
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