My life has been an up and down journey for as long as I can remember. I've
moved from place to place, planet to planet. I never questioned the reason
or the motive of my parents each time we relocated. I trusted them
completely, and never felt any reason to do anything but that. But it all
changed, just as anything would in a life such as mine. When I was 15 my
parents were killed. On one day in the spring time on planet Alponia, where
we had just moved, I came home to find our house and the shop below it
engulfed in flames. The neighbors were all about, watching the building
buckle and give way to the seducing fire. I couldn't speak, and even though
the heat from the flames licked at my body I felt cold all over. My parents
were inside, I'd heard the whispers run through the crowd. They'd been
trapped, apparently someone had heard loud shots, like a laser gun going
off, and then the fire had overtaken the house a few minutes later.
I stayed the night with our next door neighbor, a kind elderly woman who had no family and who took care of me as if I were her own child. The next day we went back to the wreckage of the house, and sifted through the ashes, looking for any remainders of my life with my parents. That was when we found it. A chest, that I had never seen before, but that bore the name of my father, and his father, and my great grandfather. A family heirloom, I thought. Probably something that I had been meant to have later in life. But now, prematurely, it was mine. I opened the chest later that night, when everyone else was asleep. Inside I found an old diary, and a couple of pieces of parchment with strange drawings all over them. I pondered these things for awhile, but hesitated in opening the diary. It wasn't until later that I discovered its secrets.
It was then that I discovered who I really was. Who my family had been. Nearly 100 years before my great grandfather had sailed the galaxy on a pirate ship. I didn't know then all the stories and amazing truths that had consumed his life, but soon they would take over mine. In the diary I found the stories of Treasure Planet. But it was not the first time I had ever heard of the place. My father had used it in many a bed time tale to ease me off to sleep. It had always been a thing of imagination then, a place that didn't really exist. But now, thanks to the contents of this chest, it was real.
I learned that night about how my great grandfather had been Captain Flint's first mate. Had helped him in all of the attacks against the merchant ships, but then given up the life of a pirate, and swearing to secrecy everything he knew about Treasure Planet. That night, when I read the diary for the first time, was when my journey really began. I decided to go after it. To find out more about this place, this treasure, and maybe to reclaim some of it. As it rightly should have been my families in the first place.
I stayed the night with our next door neighbor, a kind elderly woman who had no family and who took care of me as if I were her own child. The next day we went back to the wreckage of the house, and sifted through the ashes, looking for any remainders of my life with my parents. That was when we found it. A chest, that I had never seen before, but that bore the name of my father, and his father, and my great grandfather. A family heirloom, I thought. Probably something that I had been meant to have later in life. But now, prematurely, it was mine. I opened the chest later that night, when everyone else was asleep. Inside I found an old diary, and a couple of pieces of parchment with strange drawings all over them. I pondered these things for awhile, but hesitated in opening the diary. It wasn't until later that I discovered its secrets.
It was then that I discovered who I really was. Who my family had been. Nearly 100 years before my great grandfather had sailed the galaxy on a pirate ship. I didn't know then all the stories and amazing truths that had consumed his life, but soon they would take over mine. In the diary I found the stories of Treasure Planet. But it was not the first time I had ever heard of the place. My father had used it in many a bed time tale to ease me off to sleep. It had always been a thing of imagination then, a place that didn't really exist. But now, thanks to the contents of this chest, it was real.
I learned that night about how my great grandfather had been Captain Flint's first mate. Had helped him in all of the attacks against the merchant ships, but then given up the life of a pirate, and swearing to secrecy everything he knew about Treasure Planet. That night, when I read the diary for the first time, was when my journey really began. I decided to go after it. To find out more about this place, this treasure, and maybe to reclaim some of it. As it rightly should have been my families in the first place.