(A/N: Since I've never seen or read any story with XL Terrestrial as the main character, I decided to write one. I first came up with the idea when I watched an AMV on him, the song was "Break" by Three Days Grace. It was then I realized that when it comes to his origins, he's a blank piece of paper.
Anyway, this story will cover his reasons for coming to Earth in the first place and the reasons he became a student at H.I.V.E. Academy. Of course it'll also cover his abilities and I apologize ahead of time if I screw up, but it's a little difficult to research a fictional character no one really knows to much about.)
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Clouds covered the sky, ready to release a deadly coldness upon the already frozen ground below. Every living creature in the area had fled in search of shelter. It was an otherwise quiet and uneventful night, or at least it would have been it wasn't for the smoke and crackling noises of a spaceship engulfed in flames.
The spaceship in question, once a technically advanced piece of engineering, was now scrap metal. It wouldn't be long before it would be nothing but a pile of scrap and parts buried underneath a hill of snow. While the fire continued to burn, the snow began to swallow up the interstellar craft.
In the inside of the spaceship, in what used to be the cockpit, laid the unconscious body of the ship's owner. The body of a young, male extraterrestrial with cyan hued skin, two antenna perched upon the top of his head, and sharply pointed ears.
The smoke and flames had finally been able to reach the cockpit where the boy laid. Just as smoke was about to consume the entire cockpit, the boy began to stir. He groaned as he lifted his head to reveal large almond shaped eyes colored a bright, brilliant red.
The boy's eyes widened when he saw all the smoke around him. The boy struggled to stand, but his determination to live was so great, he was able to stand despite all the pain it was causing him. He banged on the cockpits glass in an effort to escape the intense heat, but the glass was far too strong. He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, it was as if the flames were stealing the air directly from his lungs.
His vision was starting to blur and his head started to feel like a raging storm. Finally, as a last ditch effort, he grabbed the piloting chair and using every last bit of his strength yanked the chair from the metal floor. He had no time to waste and threw the heavy chair through the glass. The impact created a medium sized hole in the glass; just wide enough for him to squeeze through.
He escaped just in time, an inferno consumed the entire craft and it exploded just moments later. The boy, now standing in the painfully cold snow, watched with warm tears softly streaming down his cheeks as scraps of the ship fell into the snow.
He looked up at the cloud covered sky and gave a salute. "Oida," he whispered. He lowered his arm, turned around and walked away from what little remained of the spaceship that brought him to the planet that was now his new home.
He had been walking for so long, he couldn't keep track of long it had been. The boy estimated that it had been a couple of hours, due to the violent keen winds and treacherous snow that seemed to happen every couple of minutes.
He had his arms wrapped tightly around him in a effort to keep a little warmed, but it did little help, especially since most of his clothes had torn when he escaped his spacecraft. He couldn't even feel anything from the calves down anymore, especially his feet, his shoes had melted due the fire's heat, so he left them behind. So now, here he was, walking in the gelid snow with hardly anything covering his chest, torso, and legs. So far, his new home was a living hell.
Normally his body would be able to withstand extreme temperatures, he couldn't understand why he was freezing to the bones. He figured that perhaps his species could only tolerate the temperatures of their home planet.
His home planet was called Soron and his people were called Tyro Yagon. It wasn't their native planet, which had been destroyed more than two millennia ago. The native Soronians didn't mind having them there, in fact they were grateful since they finally someone to protect them. Tyro Yagon wasn't the name of his species either, it was a name given to them by the Soronians. It soon stuck and became their permanent name, their original name now long forgotten.
The environment on Soron was a paradise compared to the boy's current situation. It was always raining and no matter what time of year it was, there was always rain. The temperature of the rainfall differed depending on the time of year, the warmest it had ever been was twenty-seven degrees Celsius and the coldest being eight degrees Celsius. More than ninety percent of the planet was an aquatic biome, fortunately both his species and the natives could breathe underwater and withstand the underwater pressure.
Soron itself was a planet on the outer stretches of the Andromeda Galaxy - the neighboring galaxy to the Milky Way. If you were hovering over the planet in a spaceship, you would never guess that it was a planet with very little solid land. It looked more like a gray, murky, possibly icy planet to anyone hovering over, but that was just because of all the clouds. Many would be surprised at how much life and water the planet can support and the above water buildings and cities. The size of the planet was somewhere in between the sizes of Earth and Saturn, so it wasn't a like it wasn't an unnoticeable planet, but it's not well known due to its near-isolation.
Just the thought and memories of his home world both warmed his bones and made his blood run cold. The only reason he left is because his world was taken over by the Sangtee Empire. He and his people knew that the chances of stopping them were near impossible. His species had very few powers, the only power that could possibly save their planet was Size Alteration, but only nobles and military personnel have the needed suit that allows such a power. He just so happened to be the youngest in a family of brave warriors, unfortunately, his suit was far too destroyed to be used.
The boy fell and hit the snowy ground face first, he clenched his fists and picked himself up. His entire body shook as he stood up, his legs especially. His legs were so numb to the point where everything from the lower thighs down felt nonexistent yet he continued to trek through the knee-high blanket of snow.
He continued to hike through the snow, collapsing more than a few times. It wasn't long before he saw what looked like a small town; with nothing to lose, he headed straight for it.
It took him only a few minutes to reach the town, he was hoping to find someone who would be more than willing to help him, only to find that it was deserted. This was evidenced by the fact that the only light was coming from a blinking street light and all the cracks and gaping holes in most of the buildings.
It was when he walked by a store with its front window cracked, but not shattered, that he heard someone singing…
Spaceman, spaceman come get me
I'm not from this world you see
Everything's a mystery
Take me to my galaxy…
The singing soon made a static sound, making the boy wonder where the source was. He pressed his ear up against the near frozen glass of the store and that's where he heard the static. He almost considered breaking the glass to see if someone was inside, but he was far too cold and weak to do so. With that in mind, he continued walking, considerably slower than before - if such a thing was even possible at that point.
He was out of that town within half an hour and back to the seemingly unending forest. He had been in the bitter cold for so long at that point both of his arms from the elbow down, both sides of his face, chest, and legs from the upper thighs down were numb. If it wasn't for all his shivering, he would've thought that more than half of his body was nonexistent.
He then saw some kind of large brown patch in the pure white snow. Curiosity and desperation got the better of him and he went to go check it out. He slowly walked up to the brown thing and picked it up, only to discover that it was some kind of cloth. The cloth was a little worn, but arguably in much better condition than his clothes. A gust of wind blew causing him shiver and, either out of habit or desperation, he wrapped the cloth around himself.
The cloth did little to keep him warm, but it was better than nothing. As soon as the wind stopped, he continued with his journey to find some kind of help.
His journey, however, was starting to make a premature end, his head started to feel dizzy, his eyes were starting to hurt and his vision was starting to blur and fade, and it felt like his entire body was starting to sway. It wasn't long before he collapsed and painfully fell into the snow. The last things he heard were howling winds and the faint, just barely noticeable sound of snow crunching before everything went completely black.
It was dark and he felt like he was moving, he couldn't tell if he was falling or being tossed amongst the soft yet violent waves of an ocean. He felt that his body was as heavy as stone, he couldn't move at all.
Just as he was about to give up and let these forces consume him, he saw a bright light above him. The light bathed him in it's warm glow and what felt like a huge weight being lifted off him was in actuality his strength and his ability to move returning.
The light grew larger and brighter, the boy covered his eyes with his forearm when his eyes started to burn. The light chased away the darkness and the boy realized that he was somehow floating flat on his back in the waters of his home world. He gasped and immediately swam down to see if he could find anyone.
He stopped as soon as he reached the underwater emergency shelters, only to find that they were all destroyed. His knees hit the soft sand and before he could wail and keen for the losses, he jumped up in shock when he realized that his knee was up against the head of a dead Tyro Yagon. He almost went into cardiac arrest when he recognized the deceased as being his eldest brother.
He then heard a rough voice from behind him say, "Vatahyk gyoe!"
He turned and saw two purple-skinned men swimming towards him at a rapid pace. They were Kreel - also commonly called Sangtee - warriors of the Sangtee Empire. He swam away faster than a flying fish soaring through the water from one island to another. The two Kreel, however, were faster than expected and were tailing directly behind him.
He hid behind a rock and tried to calm his nerves, but his nerves quickly spiked back up when he saw them searching around the area he was hiding. He then made a risky move, he made a quick dash for the surface. The Kreel noticed him and sped after the young boy.
Just a mere meter from the surface, the boy thought he was home free at that point, but one of the Kreel grabbed onto his ankle and dragged him back down. They restrained him and one of them held him in place, while the other prepared the weapon that would end the boy's life; just like the life of his brother.
The Kreel in front of him readed the electroshock staff in his hand; the boy cocked a nonexistent eyebrow. He was utterly confused by two things; first, why would they use a weapon that would only be strong enough to knock him out; second, why use an electroshock weapon underwater at all?
He struggled to get away from the Kreel holding him in place, he was able to break free from the strong grip for a brief second, only to be captured once again. He was utterly confused once again, these Kreel were in top physical condition, he was rather gangly and just slightly toned for his age, due to his family's background, and yet he was still able to briefly break free.
It was then he realized that it was all just a dream, a dream he had to wake up from. He continued to struggle and tried to clear his mind of everything. The electroshock staff just inches from his body, and everything started to change until it was all black once again.
The boy struggled to wake up and he wasn't sure if he wanted to, he wasn't sure where he could even be. All he knew was he definitely wasn't still lying in the snow.
After a moment, he decided it was time to see where he was and opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first but it soon adjusted and he found himself staring at an unusual ceiling. The ceiling was various large chunks of flat wood stacked on top of each other on two sides to form what looked something like a point and a concave.
He could tell that he resting in some kind of room, but couldn't figure out where exactly. The room had a fair amount of various scents in it's air. One of them smelled just like the trees he had walked by, another smelled warm and sweet, he could pick up faint traces of blood, and the rest he couldn't identify. All of the scents almost made his nose hurt and nearly overloaded his other senses as well.
He was covered with a sheet the same size as his piece of canvas, but the material was thicker and warmer. He was resting on something hard and solid yet soft and comfortable.
He sat up to take a look around and when he did, he heard a voice behind him, "Good, you're awake."
He turned his head - causing him to briefly flinch in pain - to see an elderly man. Although the boy had never seen one, he knew that the man was a human. The man had wrinkly tanned skin, long gray hair loosely tied back, glasses, a red, blue, and gray button-up shirt, black trousers, and brown boots. He was holding two ceramic cups with steam coming out of them.
He sat down in a wooden chair right next to where the boy laid; the chair gave off a soft squeak when he settled on it. He handed one cup to the boy, who relished the long-waited warmth in his hands. He looked into the cup and saw brownish green yet clear liquid. It didn't appear to have any obvious scent, but he did enjoy the comforting warmth in his lungs when he inhaled. He wanted to know what it was and what to do with it, his first thought was that it was meant to be drank, but he wasn't sure if he should since he wasn't certain if the elderly man next to him could be trusted.
The man notices the look of confusion and uncertainty upon the boy's face. "It's okay," the man reassured, "you just gently blow on it and drink." He showed him by gently blowing away the steam and taking a sip out of it.
The boy did the same and tasted a spicy kick when he swallowed. After a couple more sips, he finally asked the man in slightly shaky voice, "Who are you? Why am I here?" He almost didn't even recognize his own voice, he never had to speak any human language to anyone but a few members of his family. Luckily for him, his mother had convinced his father to teach him and all ten of his siblings many different human languages. It had been a while since he had spoken in any human language to anyone, fortunately for him, he still remembered basic words and phrases.
The man chuckled, "Forgive me, my name is Antoine Redfeather." Now it was his turn to ask, "What's your name?"
The boy gulped nervously and tried to think - it wasn't like he had any type of memory loss or anything, he just didn't know how to translate his name. Finally after a couple of minutes, he answered, "Xilo."
Antoine gave him a grin that reminded him of his father. "If you're wondering why you're here," he started, "myself and my son-in-law were out hunting. We weren't having very much luck and were about to go home. Then we saw a brown cloth walking in the snow before collapsing. We decided to investigate and found you lying there unconscious. We decided to take you back to our home and nurse you back to health."
Before either one of them could say anything more, a little boy with long blonde hair ran up to them. "Grampy!" the young child exclaimed happily while running up to Antoine and jumping into his arms. Antoine chuckled lifted the child onto his lap. "Who is he?" he asked his grandfather.
Before Xilo could answer, Antoine beat him to it, "This is Xilo. Xilo this is my grandson, Ethan."
Ethan then began to bombard Xilo with numerous questions, "Why is your skin green? Why are your eyes red? Where are you from?..."
"Ethan," Antoine scolded softly, "that's enough. He'll tell you when he's ready, but let him rest for a bit."
A tall man with blonde hair wearing a thick jacket and tan scarf walked up to them and picked up Ethan from Antoine's lap. "There you are, you little monster," he playfully messed up Ethan's hair.
"Daddy!" Ethan exclaimed happily.
Antoine looked up at Ethan's father with a grin, "Tyler, you're back early."
"Yep, we are," Tyler replied, lifting up Ethan a little higher.
"Where is Yvonne?" Antoine asked.
"Right here, father," an attractive woman with lightly tanned skin and waist length dark brown hair wearing a dark sweater and red scarf answered when she walked up, standing next to Tyler and Ethan.
"Yvonne, Tyler, this is Xilo," Antoine introduced, "Xilo this is my daughter, Yvonne, and my son-in-law, Tyler."
Yvonne sighed in relief and placed a hand on her chest, "Oh, thank God he's awake. When my husband told me what happened it broke my heart."
Tyler handed their son to his wife and walked over to Antoine and Xilo. He knelt down in front of Xilo and asked, "How are you feeling?"
He didn't reply, but he did tap a finger on his head, indicating that his head was hurting. He wasn't sure if Tyler knew what he was trying to tell him.
Fortunately, he seemed to understand and asked just to clarify, "Do you have a headache?" Xilo nodded.
"Let me see what we have," Antoine stood up and walked out of the room.
"Anything else?" Tyler asked. He nodded and dragged his hand along his thigh, caressed his forearm, and patted his chest. Tyler's eyes bulged out his head, "You're just hurting all over," he joked slightly. Xilo just shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, it caused only a little pain.
Antoine walked back into the room and placed a small orange pill in Xilo's hand. "It's just a pain reliever," he assured any confusion and sat back down.
"Take it with your tea," Tyler suggested.
He did just that and gulped down the rest of the cooled tea with the pain relief medication. After swallowing the last of his drink, he felt a sudden sharp, burning pain in his abdomen. He also had a sudden shortness of breath yet the pain in his chest was still the same.
He sat up as straight as he could, bent over to the side, and emptied what little was in his stomach, inadvertently crying in the process. A bile, orange liquid splashed on the wooden floor beneath him, but it didn't get on either Tyler or Antoine, despite how close they were to him.
"Sorry," he apologized, both embarrassed and nervous of his actions.
"He talked!" exclaimed Ethan.
Yvonne set Ethan down in a chair and cleaned up the liquid with a rag. "Don't worry, sweetie," she reassured when she finished.
Tyler stood up and walked out of the room, "I'll be right back."
"Are you alright?" Antoine asked as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Xilo nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked again. He just nodded again and said nothing.
Tyler came back with a transparent glass filled with a white liquid and something small and dry in his other hand. He handed them to him and he saw that they were shaped like squares. They almost reminded him of the emergency rations his planet's military would use. He bit into one and started chewing on it, it was very crispy and salty to him. It was also very dry, so he had to repeatedly drink the white liquid. The liquid reminded him of milk from a rock whale.
After he finished, Antoine asked, "Are you feeling any better?"
Xilo nodded, "Yes."
"He talked again!" Ethan ran out his chair and tackled the older boy into a slightly awkward position.
"Ethan!" Yvonne scolded and lifted up her son from Xilo's torso.
"We should let him rest," Antoine told his family.
"Okay," Tyler agreed and walked out of the room.
"Let's go," Yvonne followed her husband with their son.
"We'll be back later to check up on you," Antoine told the young alien as he stood up and walked out the room.
Xilo finished the white liquid and placed the empty glass on the floor. He laid back down and pulled the cloth draped over his lower body up to his chest. He closed his large red eyes and went back to sleep.
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(A/N: Ok, well, I personally think this is one of my better stories, but, hey, that's just my opinion. I apologize if I made a lot of mistakes, I did the best I could. I know Xilo's backstory before coming to Earth is a little vague, but I really did do my very best. I decided to put that he has ten siblings because XI - the first two letters in his name - is the Roman numeral for eleven.
Most of the few stories on him that I've read that have him as a character portray him as a cranky, human-hating alien. I'm kind of going in the opposite direction, for now at least. He's only interacted with three humans who accept him, but soon will learn the hard way that humanity is very judgemental.
Translations:
1. "Oida" (reverse spelling: Adio) - "Farewell" in Romanian.
2. "Soron" (reverse spelling: Noros) - "Cloudy" in Romanian.
3. "Tyro Yagon" (correct spelling: Royt Aoygn) - "Red Eyes" in Yiddish.
4. "Vatahyk gyoe!" (correct spelling: Khvatay yego!) - "Grab him!" in Russian.
Let me know what you guys think about it so far. Is there something I need to include or work on a little more? I would really like to hear this feedback, but if you say anything shitty, I won't be happy about it. If you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all.
Happy Easter, everyone! :) This is the second story where I've said this, but whatever, I'll say a thousand more times if I have to. Again, Happy Easter!)