Title: Exiled
Character(s): Megan Morse/Miss Martian
Summary: Though she knows it is not true, Megan cannot help but feel like she is an exile.
Words: 533
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Exiled
Though she knows it is not true, Megan cannot help but feel like she is an exile. An exiled Martian.
She willingly left her home planet, with her parents dead of old age and she an only child. There was nothing of value left for her on Mars (Mars, her home, with its magnificent red soil and brilliantly simple but stunning landscape) so she had come to Earth when her father's only living sibling, her uncle by human terms, had offered. Megan did not regret coming, but still, the feeling lingered. When she had first told people that she was leaving, they hadn't quite believed her. She was an adult on Mars, though she was barely sixteen years adult Martians were younger than human adults, and she had been for quite some time. She was known as a little wild and crazy but to them leaving home seemed just a little too much.
Her uncle's name was still a legend that rang through the hearts and minds of her people, the legend that inspired multiple generations. He had been the first to leave and go help Earth and now Megan was following in her footsteps. Willingly.
But still the feeling lingered.
She has these nightmares of being ostracized, both by humans and of her own people. Dreams of crowds of green-skinned forms jeering at her and peach-skinned forms insulting her. She doesn't know where these dreams come from, doesn't know why she has them. She wakes from those nightmares with a fear clenched in a tight ball inside of her chest. The fear is a ball so large she can barely breathe past it and only flying and touching her bio-ship, the one thing that will never leave her because it is tied to her for her entire life, will ease the clenching so it is less noticeable.
Less noticeable, but still there. Still present. Always.
She has grown used to walking around with fear pulling her down because as much as she knows that coming to Earth was the best thing for her, one of the best things to happen to her, she still has her doubts. And it pains her to admit it because Megan has never doubted herself before, has never known the meaning of the word. It feels like there is this silent, imposing judge that haunts in her sleep, telling her her unconscious thoughts and dreams are not right.
The feeling, of being an exile and the loneliness, has yet to go away and Megan wonders if it ever will. Because she does not see herself returning to Mars for a very long time. She likes Earth. And she is afraid of how her people will react when she comes back. She left what little friends she had behind and she wonders what they're doing now while she's saving human lives.
She gets along well enough with her team (she thinks she would like to call them her friends eventually) but she was lonely, even if her uncle drops in on her once and a while. She was so very lonely. Megan's willingly exiled herself from everything she knows and she wonders how much it's cost her.
love,
Azaria.