THIS STORY IS MARY SUE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
Disclaimer: Jareth is mine. Okay, no, he isn't. ; He's the property of Jim Henson. While Rising Fog/Jamie is mine, Kinsellan flits are the sole creation and property of Jessica T. Harvey (and any info on them given in this story was told to me by her). Contact her for one of her own (elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/j/t/jth/jth.html). Janis Thorn's name was borrowed from "Doctor Who", which is the property of the BBC. Everything and everyone else is mine. MarySu warning: Don't read if you look down on it, even though Alien Lisa is only the me I want to be. This tale is dedicated to Sallie Drazzi, who poked and prodded me into getting this thing written.
It was a nice day for a picnic dinner, Lisa and Goldy decided, so Lisa packed a basket and headed toward a lone tree in the middle of the small meadow. Lisa spread out a blanket and Goldy put the basket down on it. They both laid down on it. Lisa's flit, Rising Fog (or Jamie, as Lisa called him), accompanied them.
To anyone who saw her, they'd think Lisa was just a normal girl of about 19. But, no. She was far, far more. Lisa was born on the planet Alnilam (that is, the middle star in Orion's belt, if you were to look up at the winter sky) many centuries ago. She is over 2000 years old and yet looks like a young adult. She's about 5 foot 3 and a half, has long, waist-length brown hair, and brown eyes behind gold, oval-framed glasses. Her most distinguishing feature, however, was her large, yellow-gold wings. They often got her mistaken for an angel, a comparison she hated. Lisa is a traveler at hearts (she has two), and yet she always stayed in one place if she had a reason to. Her reason was usually that she fell in love; it has happened a few times. She comes home just to relax, or to recuperate and unwind after she loses someone. It takes a while for her hearts to mend, but it happens. She was on Alnilam, now, for the former. Lisa has a set of powers, and they will be noted in time.
Golden Mun, a.k.a. "Goldy", is a golden unicorn from the world of Nula, a world connected to Alnilam by a Gateway. He and Lisa share a connection; they are very close, deep friends and love each other as friends (as far as Lisa knows, anyway).
Rising Fog/Jamie is a male Empath Kinsellan flit. They resemble dragons, in a way. Empaths are the rarest, but also the most intelligent of the classes. They have dark colors, mostly blacks and grays (Jamie is mostly black with a little gray and white on his wing-tips, muzzle, tail-tip, and legs), and matching these colors is their quiet and reserved nature. They dislike loud noises and large groups of people, as they are reclusive and even moody at times; but in spite of this, they care greatly for their bonds, to the point where they would sacrifice themselves to keep their bond from suffering. Empaths have a very keen seventh sense that allows them to feel and emotions the pain of anyone or anything, but the strength of this "empathy sense" varies from flit to flit. They are banded black and communicate through mind-speech with their bond. If it lives near its bond, like in the bond's house, it will usually sleep as close as possible to its bond without disturbing it. Empaths like quiet, are kind of moody, and don't like people invading their bond's personal space (i.e., their closet and such). They're big on asking questions of their bonds – intelligent ones, mind – mostly because they simply want to know more. Some of them can be even taught to play games like checkers or chess, if they're willing to learn. Empaths in particular pick up on the moods of their bonds and others very easily. Every flit owner has a unique set of colors and symbols that identify which flits are theirs. Lisa's particular set of colors is dark red and the symbols for her initials.
Anyway, back to the story.
Dinner for Lisa consisted of slices of roast chicken and soda; Goldy's was oats and water, and Jamie bits of bread and water. Dessert was fruit for the three of them.
As they ate, none of the trio noticed the mismatched eyes of a white owl watching them from the branches of the tree, an owl that had been following them most of the day.
After dinner, Lisa and Goldy took a long run around the small meadow. Jamie flew above them, trying to keep up. Lisa and Goldy both loved to run at a full-out gallop (though they couldn't go that fast otherwise they'd leave poor Jamie far behind); Jamie, however, preferred to fly. Goldy didn't get tired easily, being a unicorn. They ran until a few minutes before sunset, then headed back to the tree. From that point, they could easily watch the sun sink below the horizon.
Only then did Lisa notice the owl again. It was still watching them. Lisa hooted a hello to it (she can speak the language of animals), but all it did was flap its wings and fly away.
Shrugging, Lisa reclined against Goldy, using his soft side as a pillow. Jamie lay down on her stomach. Together, the three of them watched the sunset. Goldy nuzzled Lisa's hair as they watched. She reached up to stroke his cheek. She loved him, of course, and Goldy loved her, but Lisa never realized, and was possibly doomed to never realize, just how much Goldy loved her.
The trio fell asleep together under that big tree in the meadow.
The owl flew towards the forest, planning on returning when he was sure Lisa, the flit, and the golden unicorn were asleep. He banked to make a quick U-turn, but ended up ramming into the side of a very angry, very large unicorn.
His fur was dark purple and he had brightly colored markings on his rump, face, chest, legs, and neck. His eyes, an angry red, almost glowing. His horn, a black spear.
Dazed, the owl tried to get its bearings, but unfortunately that put it within striking distance of the unicorn's horn. That horn came slashing across and opened a gash right in the owl's chest and threw him into a tree. Something cracked.
Pain in his wing and his chest, followed by numbness everywhere, hit the owl hard. He fell to the ground with a thud. The unicorn loomed over him, trumpeting its rage and pounding its iron-hard hooves, drawing sparks as they struck against the jewel-like rocks.
The owl squeezed his eyes shut, waiting to be trampled, but it didn't come. He opened his eyes and saw Lisa standing there, the unicorn and the flit by her side.
"Janis Thorn, stop!" she shouted. She ran to the owl and picked him up in her arms. He could hear her echoing heart beating. If owls could sigh, he would have, in relief, because he felt safe in Lisa's arms.
The purple unicorn, Janis Thorn Lisa had said, stomped and neighed loudly. Lisa's face twisted into a frown. She was getting mad. It was then she noticed the thick, green liquid dripping from Janis Thorn's horn. The same stuff was on the owl's chest.
"Dammit, Janis Thorn," growled Lisa. "You either learn to control your temper or we'll find some way to de-poison you. Goldy, let's get to Medicus as fast as you can go."
End part one.