This is mostly greek or Spanish, but I figured that if Metamoor inherited English, then why not a few more languages. I am adding a back story as to why they speak these too btw.

Gaea (pronounced "Jee-uh")- greek godess of the Earth; Mother Earth.

atraer a -appeal to

be'nallI - your wife

escoria - scum

prostituta - (it basically means) slut {Poor Cornelia! Heh heh heh..}


"Nothing gives a person so much advantage over another as to remain always cool and unruffled under all circumstances." -Thomas Jefferson

Cornelia was drowning. In a canal for pete's sake! Couldn't it have been drowning in something a little more threataning! 'At least,' the blonde thought, 'Irma isn't watching this. Well, she'd be able to help. No. She'd just laugh.' It was funny, the things that run through your head as you're dying are meant to be from your memories, but Cornelia was losing the ability to think. 'I.. can't.. swim..'

...

He'd lost it. Somewhere between nearly being drowned, and watching the portal vanish behind her, Caleb had gone insane. And now he was talking to himself, "Why the hell did you tell her you'd meet her!"

Because she controls you. The words echoed eerily in the back of Caleb's mind. Taunting him. 'But how could she do that? I am free. I am the only one who controls me.' Caleb brought his hands up to his face and gently slapped both cheeks simultaneously. "I don't even like her. She's insubordinate. Disorderly. Immature." Caleb audibly growled at the thought of the short red head. She was loud; her hair even louder. He was not pleased by the foolish way he reacted to her uninformed distress for his wellbeing. Her empathy would be the death of her on the battlefield.

"Eeek!" Caleb's senses went on high alert as he heard a scream and a loud splash. He had made it close to the Infinite City, but he was not far from the village either. He began taking long strides towards the massive river, which was the only water source nearby.

Someone was drowning.

It was a young girl.

A human.

...

"Who's that?"

"What did you do to her?"

"Ungh.." Cornelia felt numb. Where was she. She had been at school. Then Elyon.. Will.. Realisation struck her and the memories crashed back into her skull, "Metamoor!" She sat up straight-backed; her eyes widely taking in her surroundings.

"Well, safe to say she knows where she is..!" Her scared blue eyes met kind green and she relaxed a little. "Hello Gaea."

"Eh..?" Cornelia wiped her eyes fuzzily, confused by the absurdity of his greeting, as seductive as the word sounded; passing through the smooth line of his parted lips. Was English not his native language or something?

"You are the Earth comandant.. Aren't you?" Now that Cornelia understood. He had made a reference to her being the Earth Guardian.

"Uh.. Yes." She tried to stand, but slipped on nothing in particular, her dignity perhaps, and the young man put his arm around her waist to support her. He gently pulled her sopping fringe from her face. It was only then that she realised she was soaking. "Oh God!"

She said it in alarm at the thought of how she must look right now; head to foot in mud and water dripping from her brand new pink halterneck, but the noticably strong man seemed to think she was afraid. "It's alright. You're safe now."

"She cannot stay here!"

"She is not one of us!"

"She looks horrible!"

That's it. Who said that. She could understand her needing to leave. She could agree with not being like them. But whichever of the nasty green men had just called her ugly was going to pay! "EH! LOOK IN A MIRROR MATE! AT LEAST I HAVE THE EXCUSE OF NEARLY DROWNING!" At this the boy put his free hand between her and the creatures.

"Quiet Raydon. She was probably a little more concerned by whatever Phobos sent to leave her in the river than of if she should atraer a you. And you prefer be'nallI anyway. Or am I wrong?"

At this the boy raised his eyebrows suggestivly to the green, horned man, who backed away quickly, muttering, "Escoria."

"Watch your mouth Raydon." What had the creature said to him? "I require assembly with Aldarn."

"He's in your quarters. Looking for inspiration."

"Inspiration?"

"The fact is Caleb that you have been gone for days now, apparently barding off with a prostituta instead of abiding your self-proclaimed duties.

Whatever that was - and the word certainly sounded familiarly offensive - Cornelia could see from the boy that it was very much a dig at her. "Excuse me!"

The man-thing looked stunned by her understanding, "She understands! How can she speak our tongue!" Cornelia raised her eyebrows.

The boy walked toward the beastly man and pointed a finger about an inch from his chest. "You forget that you are not speaking Meridain Raydon, 'your' tongue comes infact from Escanor of Earth." What was Escanor? A country?

Cornelia didn't have time to ask as at that moment the young man began striding purposefully away from her and the 'Raydon', yelling out an unintelligable string of words that she guessed -from his pissed off voice- were mostly, if not all, curses.

"HEY! WAIT!"