A/N So hey guys! I'm really new to this whole fan fiction writing, so both complements and critiques are welcome! This is my first attempt, if you guys leave reviews, I'll be posting more of this. Tell me if you like it, and so on. Hope you enjoy, and WARNING: there is violence and some mean things! No offence meant! So thanks!
Chapter 1: Karayorks and Terranfors
A beautiful day began on a peaceful moon called Karayork, a desert planet orbiting the very edge of the enormous Terranfor galaxy. During this sunrise, a certain Karayork woke and let his eyes adjust to the darkness of his hut. Called John, he looked down beside him when his eyes fixed themselves, at his still sleeping wife, Sarah, watching her dream a moment. Then, he kissed her gently and carefully swung his legs over the side of their cot, cautious as not to wake her.
The village lay quiet and asleep, all except John and the arragor birds, who woke with the sunrise and nestled in the trees. As John listened to the quiet chirp, he watched as the light of the stars, in all their coppery brilliance, fade into the rays of the rising sun, and as the light of the four moons dimmed.
A pair of arms snaked their way around his waist, and a loving kiss settled on his cheek. "Are we stargazing again, my love?" she questioned in affection. "Not this morning, no. I am watching the sunrise." Sarah burrowed herself into John's arms and kissed him again. "Then good morning, my husband." John smiled and replied, "Good morning, my lovely Sarah." They continued to gaze at the sun until it sat just on the horizon, and then they returned to their home to start their day: Sarah would spin and dye wool at home with friends, while John would participate in his first hunt.
John's heart beat with excitement as he dressed into his hutting attire and readied his med-pack and firing cane. He'd been training as a Healer his entire life, wondering how the Hunters got the scrapes and gouges he fixed. He couldn't wait to hunt and show off a certain talent he and his sister had: because they were born of both Hunters and Healers, two very different genetic groups in their village, they could fly. Well, not really "fly" per say, but rather run until they did.
Kissing Sarah goodbye for the day, the anxious Karayork tightened his grip on his med-pack and hefted his firing cane onto his shoulder before meeting his sister and her hunting crew at the edge of the Dunelands. "...and we'll meet back here at sunset, do don't stray too far. Oh, ho! The Prince of Ekenshilims I have for a little brother has finally arrived! Good morning!" Harriett joked. John just sighed and gestured to the Lands behind his sister. "Can we go now?" Harry just smirked and turned on her heel, swaggering out into the Dunes. "Move out!"
It wasn't long before an iravn crossed their path, the monstrous creature paying no heed to the minute Hunters. "Now!" came the order, and the two siblings ran along side of the beast, leading it toward a trap while firing into its hulking form. And as John began to really run, his foot caught on a loose root, and he tumbled and fell away from the group. When he looked up at his sister, she was flying, her feet only brushing the ground every fifth or sixth step.
Smiling, John brushed down his vest and "capris", as the Terranfors called them, and tried to judge which way was home. He followed the sun towards an a series of oases, where he collapsed at a pool and began to drink. He snapped his head up. He had heard voices.
Pulling away a fraction of foliage, the Karayork peered through and saw Terranfor traders and his North Karayork brethren. They carried chains and metal sticks and large measures of wood, and they marched toward his village. 'Nothing to worry about,' he thought. 'We have traded with both before, why not now?' And though he reassured himself, something just didn't seem right...
"I don't know Sarah," he vented once at home with his wife. "Hush love. The women and I are to make a feast for our guests. There will be music and dancing and stories. All will be well." John smiled at his wife and nodded, her voice melting all his worries.
Night fell after the traders arrived, causing the massive bonfire that sat in the center of the village to be lit. Music and dancing began, as did the feasting. Three Terranfor men sat beside John, overdressed in his opinion, eating Sarah's iravn stew. They all watched Sarah dancing beside the fire. John had to brush this away, too. 'No harm done,' he thought, watching Sarah twist and stomp in the dirt, the firelight catching her curves and the wave of her hair.
And then the stories came, with a young man named Raz sitting in the front of the fire, while everyone else watched him. The Terranfors and North Karayorks sat in the back, waiting for the story to begin. This particular night, it was a story of how a Karayork prince tricked a Jilkinyi into giving his wealth to the Karayork people. Raz painted constantly throughout the story, showing his art to the listeners. "And when he turned away," Raz gestured to the crowd, who answered, "The prince killed him!" Everyone applauded and Raz stood to bow. A shot rang out, silencing everyone. The young man was clutching his chest, and when he pulled his hand away, a gaping, purple hole adorned his chest, causing the crowd to gasp in horror. When his body dropped limp to the ground, chaos followed.
Hope you enjoyed reading this, and I'm soooooo sorry if some of these words are hard to pronounce. Again, if you like this so far, and you tell me, I'll post more. Take care, pretties, and have a nice day. Thanks for reading!