Chapter 1A Chapter by AleyshaRosaI swam by planets of many indescribable colors with rings circling them and protecting them; these planets, no one has ever seen before. Jasek and I, and of course Frisentica"my little giggly star"have only seen this place. This place is my place. One planet, though, stood out more boldly than the rest: the red planet. No one, not even I, has set a foot there. I ignored its’ intimidating stature and zoomed at the speed of light onward. Shooting ahead as fast as my flying diamonds would allow, I watched as stars glimmered past my vision, disappearing as fast as they appeared. Diamonds flowing behind as I fly don’t just float on by and disappear but explode and bubble into a sweet candy. This is my place, my true home. Elsewhere were moons where humans lived and crowded, always greedy for more of the galaxies and many planets. Searching, discovering, and snatching. Mu and Di have always spoken little of them and they’ve seemed to have become an old folk tale that has taken on unspoken traits. I floated through empty space and thought amongst myself. I don’t know what I am, nor do I know what Jasek or my family is, but I do know who I am. My species is rare and unheard of. Perhaps it could be said that I am an alien, but that is a boundary. I am many colors and my hair is smooth and ever-changing; a perfect reflection of any mood. If I’m happy, it is a golden blonde that probes steadily. Sad: a deep, oceanic blue swimming in hopeless circles below my ears, or sometimes, dull silver that sinks to the ground beneath. Anger makes long tendrils of hair flicker to life and jump above my head, pulling and knotting, just dying to break free of my scalp and wage a war of their own. At the moment, though, my hair is a rainbow of happy colors, singing and drifting. Continuously camouflaged, my metallic, silver skin blends with the stars and planets with ease. In contrast, my eyes are emerald green, they never change. Maybe that’s why I adore them so much, for the very reason that they never change. I hate change, but I know in my forever beating heart it must occur… But can be avoided. My life will never end; my body will never grow weak and old, but eternally be exciting and young. Stubbornness, however, will always flow through my veins. A small ringing echoed throughout. Time to go home. Irritation replaced my previous peace of mind. I am home. My thought repeated itself angrily as I flew at the speed of light toward Destell. I suppose this is my home planet, though I don’t like to believe so. Being so caged in such a small place seemed like a punishment. Only my family and a mere three other families live on this lonesome planet. I slowed as I grew nearer so I wouldn’t slam into the thin atmosphere and come crashing down into a broken heap at the core of Destell. Pointing my toe and touching the atmosphere, as if testing warm water, I pushed my foot deeper, deeper… Any second now… My favorite part would be any moment. Deeper… BAM! I was swept into a swirl of color and light, dizzying into a blur. The blue grass appeared fast, closer than I had expected. Closer… Closer… My flight diamonds kicked in just in time. I had come so close the tall grass tickled my foot with its’ soft fingers. My heart thudded in my chest and I flew up to the sandy pink sky, and then looped down. Circling in breathtaking rollercoasters, yelping and laughing in delight, our blue grass hut came into view and I slowed to nothing. The yellow sand at my feet looked tempting. A little procrastination never hurt anyone… The thought of walking as humans did sent a chill of adrenaline skittering across the surface of my skin. Heart pounding and mind racing I put my heel down, then the flat of my foot. It felt so soft and promising, warm from the days beating sun and many moons. I put weight down on my leg. Weak. The first time I felt weak in three hundred and seventy eight years. I shifted my weight between my legs. Even combining the miniscule strength in both my legs, they still wobbled ferociously. In some ways though, I still felt strong and accomplished. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips and I grinned widely. Standing seemed difficult, imagine walking… I bit my lip mischievously. Putting full weight on one leg and putting the first leg forward, I balanced. Almost forward... “Natasakay!” I yelped in surprise. Losing my balance I tumbled backwards and fell flat on my rear. Looking up I saw Mu standing above, her hair a flaming red, revolving around her head in angry flames that licked the tawny pink sky. “How many times have I told you? How many?” Mu’s eyes bit down into mine. “Walking” Mu spat the word with disgust, “Is for humans!” “I just…” “No ‘I justs’, Nattie!” She fumed for a moment. “Anyway, I called you for dinner two moons ago.” “Yes, Mu.” I whispered and flew up just under her level; head hung low. I love my Mu and Di with all my heart, sometimes though, they seemed so skeptical, especially Mu. She would pace around the kitchen with a sewn, damp cloth in her hand, wringing and wringing until her strong hands went white. Some days I would wait outside and look through the back window as I hid behind the big, blue and green tree. She would look outside often, sticking her desperate head in and out of the doorway, her eyes searching and searching; looking to the sky, and then the mountains. Mu’s hair would whirl and tangle around her head a rainbow of frantic colors, all colliding and meshing with one another. “Xantilia, sit down. She’ll be back. You worry more than any life times’ worth.” Di would say firmly. Mu would swallow and come back inside, wringing and wringing that cloth. I was just about to remove myself from the comfortable spot in the tree when Mu spoke up once more. “Derrev… Do you think she knows? I mean, there are so many out there…” Mu’s voice would falter and she sounded like a frightened child. Di sighed and put a hard-worked, silver hand on her white one. “Please, let her be. There will be a time when she has to know. Let her be.” © 2012 AleyshaRosaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAleyshaRosaAbbotsford, BC, CanadaAboutCanadian, eh? I've been writing since I was 13 (I'm now 18) and have recently started back up on writing a novel that I'm now half through. I mostly write prose poems and short stories with a tonne .. more..Writing
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