A Place Not of This WorldA Chapter by TristynA look at a day in the life of a worker alien. Written 2004.In a far away land, there lived a
little creature called Ingmay. Ingmay worked in a potions factory,
manufacturing magical concoctions galore. With vivid green eyes and a very
intelligent mind, Ingmay was a slate grey creature about the size of an average
chimp. One
day Ingmay was mixing a potion, when two men came to the factory looking for a
love potion. One of the men clapped his hands together and a bell rang. The
bell sounded like a distant church bell, but it started to get louder, until
there was a peal so loud and sharp that the whole factory trembled. The bottles
of potion that Ingmay had been using trembled and then fell in to the mixture,
along with Ingmay. Ingmay tried to breathe, but only choked on the potion, slipping
into darkness. Ingmay woke to the sound of drums
beating, and sat up, only to flop right back down again at the throbbing pain
in the back of its head. It seemed that the potion had transported it to
another world. There was a noise and Ingmay tried to crawl away, but ran
headfirst into a cold, damp, hard, and slimy surface. It turned out to be a
pretty young girl, who gently scooped Ingmay up, and dribbled some liquid into
its mouth. Ingmay was then gently cradled to a soft, warm surface and rocked slowly.
Ingmay woke to soft music and realised three things, the first of which being
that it was in a lot of pain. It also realised that it was thirsty, and that it
must have dropped off on the walk to where it was now. A cup was thrust into
its hand, and it drank gratefully. Abruptly there was no pain, and Ingmay was
not hungry or thirsty, only sleepy. After many days, Ingmay woke up
feeling much better ready to work, and healthy enough to explore this new world.
When it told the girl who had come to take care of it, she said that she would
speak to her boss, who would go through the chain of command to find it a job.
She asked Ingmay if it was male or female, and Ingmay answered truthfully that
it didn’t know, because its species did not have outward ways of telling their gender.
Ingmay then told her that it was an orphan that had been abandoned on the steps
of the potion factory. Noone had cared enough about it to do the necessary test
to find its gender. The girl told it that her name was Cellie, and she was a 15th
rank girl. Cellie told it about the ranking system, and taught it proper worker
etiquette for both males and females. Cellie and Ingmay then made an agreement,
that they would be friends and share everything with each other. Cellie advised
Ingmay that it would have to be a male to get anywhere in this world. She informed
her boss that Ingmay was a male, had been held in quite high regard in its own
world, & as it was not from this world; maybe it could have a little higher
rank. Ingmay got a job watching the livestock
on the hills, and was given an 8th rank as a male. The highest rank
generally given to a newcomer was generally 18th rank, so Ingmay was
especially lucky that ‘he’ had Cellie as a friend. His livestock watching gave
him lots of time to sit around and do nothing, so he asked Cellie to teach him
to play one of the games that were played around the tables after dinner,
called gambel. He practised while he watched the livestock, and soon got very
good at them. After dinner every night he played games with the other men. He
was a fair player, and won some, but not all of his games, gradually getting
better. One day when he took the livestock
out, he realised that they were restless. He wondered at this, but when he
reached the hills, they settled down. He had one eye and half his brain on
them, when they started running in all directions, obviously scared by
something. There came a snarl, and a
brown blur flew by. The livestock, which was comprised of many species of
animals, protected themselves in their individual ways, some freezing, some
playing dead, and others unsheathing long razors from their tails, mouths or
feet. Ingmay realised that there were two creatures stalking the livestock, and
sounded the alarm. He had been given a stick to protect himself, and using
this, he tried to get the blurs to go away. He heard someone yell at him to
duck, so he did, and the blur about to attack him suddenly dropped with a dart
in its throat. The other blur was leaping at one of the livestock, and Ingmay
was suddenly filled with a rage that one of these creatures would dare attack
one of his charges. He gave a full throated war cry, and leapt at the creature,
a grey blur himself. Claws suddenly came out of his nails, and he ripped the
creature’s throat out with one swipe and leapt back to where he had been
standing. His claws disappeared and it seemed as if he had never moved. Noone
knew what had happened except Ingmay, and he had just realised something about
himself. Afterwards, Ingmay
got promoted to 3rd rank male!!! He was allowed to ask for one
person to be promoted to a higher rank, and he chose Cellie. She was promoted
to 5th rank female, and she was allowed to help watch the livestock
with Ingmay. They practised the gambel
so much together that they both became expert. Ingmay was challenged to a
2-on-2 gambel match, and he accepted. He chose Cellie as his 2nd player.
It was a close game, but Ingmay and
Cellie won. Ingmay was catapulted to 2nd rank, while Cellie was
catapulted to 3rd. Cellie had the
ability to transmit anything onto a wall, so that everyone could see. One
night, Cellie put on a show of what had happened when the blurs attacked the
livestock. Everyone saw it as it appeared on the day, followed by a view of it
very slowly, showing exactly what had happened. Ingmay got up and gave a
speech, explaining about his home, ending with a statement that left everyone
reeling. “Only the females fight in my world. That means… I AM A FEMALE!” © 2014 TristynAuthor's Note
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Added on May 13, 2014 Last Updated on May 13, 2014 AuthorTristynSydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutI am an avid reader, and from the age of two, when I first started to read, I have been checking out of reality to take on all sorts of new adventures. I have been dabbling in writing for years, an.. more..Writing
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