Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first Riddick fanfic so all of my facts may not be perfect. I'm warning my readers now that my grammar is not perfect neither is my writing. I'm not a professional writer nor do I intend to become one. I write these stories for fun and in my spare time so please don't take it so seriously when reviewing the story. This is my story and I can make whatever I want to happen…happen. My view on Riddick may be different then what others would think of him but that doesn't mean that my view is wrong. So if he seems a bit out of character at times I'm most likely doing it on purpose because that's how I see him as being. Please don't take this message the wrong way…I'm just writing this story for fun not to necessary improve my writing. I hope you enjoy! Thanks so much!

Chapter 1

Alyssa, her friends commonly called her Aly, made her way out of the dance studio and toward her small apartment. It had been nearly four years since the Lord Marshal had been slain by the escaped convict, Richard B. Riddick. Helion Prime had slowly started to rebuild itself at the request of the new Lord Marshall to all of the Necro's surprise. The residents that survived the attack had made their way back to their disheveled homes and the city was slowly beginning to get back to normal. The only difference being the large Necro ships placed around the small planet throwing many of the city streets in shadow. Many of the people now living here had gotten used to seeing the large structures on their walk to work or on errands. For the first time, they had come to be seen not as a threat but perhaps a new start for this world and many others. The plan was no longer to destroy but to create.

Alyssa quickly scaled the stairs up to the door of her apartment. After opening the lock, she pushed up on the knob and shoved the door with her shoulder to get it open. When it still wouldn't budge, she gave another hard shove with her shoulder and the door finally opened for her. "Piece of shit!" She muttered as she slammed it closed and turned the lock. The crime rates around these parts were still high and Alyssa always kept her doors and windows locked and curtains were drawn whenever she was gone. The place had been dirty and full of trash when she had first rented it out. She had spent a good chunk of what money she had left fixing the one room place up. Finally, she had been successful in making it livable again.

To the right of the door was a small kitchen that was open to the rest of the apartment. The tile floor she had spent almost an entire day scrubbing when she first moved in, was now a bright white with a light blue design. The fridge, stove, microwave, and counter she had also scrubbed clean along with the dark wood cabinets. A small table sat by the door in the foyer where Alyssa dropped her purse and keys. As she walked past the kitchen, she entered the small living room with a red couch and matching rug. A small wooden coffee table sat between the couch and the twenty-inch television. To the left of the couch was a large bookcase that housed shelves of books and music. To the far right in a small nook was a box spring and mattress that was placed on the floor as a make shift bed. Alyssa did not have the money to buy a framed bed but she was happy with what she had; at least she wasn't sleeping on the hard floor. The comforter, sheets, and pillows were a dark purple to match the curtains. A small make shift nightstand sat to the right of the bed and a desk sat against the far wall. A bathroom was to the immediate right as she walked over to stand next to her bed. It was tiny with only a shower stall, sink, and toilet but she didn't mind. This small space had felt like home for the past three years and Alyssa adored it.

Alyssa hadn't bothered to click on the lights in the living room having waited to do so when she reached her bedroom area. After the room was finally illuminated, she threw her bag on the bed and began rummaging through the small stack of mail in her hand. Turning around to face the living area, she noticed a figure standing next to the couch. Looking up, her eyes met those of an older women; bright green with pale blue. "Who are you? What are you doing in my apartment?" Alyssa raised an eyebrow and her voice remained steady as she spoke.

The women's silver gray hair was pulled away from her face under a egg shell colored scarf which wrapped around her head and neck. Her dress was the same color and flowed down to the floor along with a matching cape; her feet were not visible. The lines along the women's mouth and forehead showed her age…her experience. A soft smile came to her petite lips emphasizing the creases around her mouth and eyes. "My name is Aereon. I'm an elemental. Are you Alyssa Rizzo?" The women's voice was soft and smooth as she spoke like the whisper of the wind through the trees.

"Why are you here? What are you doing in my apartment?" Alyssa would have grabbed for the gun hidden beneath one of the pillows on her bed…but even if this woman was intruding she did not seem to be dangerous. Alyssa felt no hostility from her…only calmness…it radiated off of her in waves.

"You are Alyssa?" The women asked once again. Alyssa didn't respond but only nodded her head before the women took a few cautious steps forward. "You are very beautiful…this should be simple." Aereon began circling her observing her from head to toe and smiling to herself as if laughing at an inner joke.

"Look I don't know what you're doing here but you need to leave." Alyssa made a move toward the door to escort the women out but Aereon's hand came forward to grab her arm.

"Please…I wish only to speak with you for a few moments. I mean you no harm." Aereon's voice was full of anxiety as Alyssa turned back to her.

There was only compassion in the older women's eyes as they locked with hers. Alyssa sighed as she dropped her mail on the kitchen counter. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I'm fine…thank you." Alyssa nodded in response before grabbing herself a water bottle. "What I'm about to tell you is of grave importance…it is about your past. Where you came from."

"I already know where I came from." Alyssa raised an eyebrow at her leaning back against the counter next to the fridge.

"You know of your Furyan heritage?"

"Yes. I've been keeping it hidden. People seem to freak out…even when they just hear the word. I'm only half Furyan. What difference does it make?" She took a sip of her water and watched Aereon closely.

"That is quite unfortunate. The Furyans were an amazing race…you should not have to hide such greatness."

"Whatever." Alyssa shrugged as if it were no big deal. She had not discussed her past with anyone in years.

"The Furyans are to be restored. That race will flourish once again in the near future. Furya is to be inhabited again."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because…you are to be a key player. The fate of the Furyan race is dependent on you and several others…others we have not yet located. The fate of your race depends on the decision you will make in the next few days. You must make the right one or risk destroying what chance the Furyans have left."

Alyssa raised both eyebrows at her this time. She was beginning to get worried. What the hell was this woman talking about? What role did she have to play? She was only half Furyan…she was not a pure blood. If she married and had children…it would only dilute the bloodline even more. "I still do not understand."

"You are the only Furyan that we have found so far...except for one other. You have done a very good job of covering your lineage. I wish to offer you a chance to save the race of the Furyans and I very much hope that you will accept my offer." The women had remained completely still the entire time she talked. If it weren't for the movement of her mouth and the sound of her voice, she could have passed as a statue.

"I'm only one person. If you expect me to fight…my aim is completely off when it comes to guns and I don't do will with knifes and swords. I'm a dancer…it's the only thing I'm good at. If you want your Furyan's to learn ballroom or hip-hop…then I'm your girl. Other then that…I can't help you." Alyssa pushed herself away from the counter and took a few hesitant steps toward the elderly but beautiful women.

Aereon chuckled softly. "Yes. I have seen you dance. You show compassion, determination, respect, and gracefulness. You move like the wind when you dance…much like myself."

Alyssa took in a sharp breath as the elemental brought her hand close to her face and blew across her skin. Her fingers flickered as her breath blew across them becoming invisible against the breeze before she dropped her hand back to her side. "What exactly are you asking of me?"

"You know of the former Lord Marshal's down fall by the escaped convict, Richard B. Riddick?" Aereon continued when the younger girl nodded. "Then I'm sure you know that he is Furyan as well."

"Wait…hold on. I'm no whore…I wont be his mistress just to give birth to little munchkins." Alyssa grew angry; the lines around her mouth becoming more apparent as she frowned at the elemental.

"I would not force you to do such a thing. You would not be his whore…you would be his mate…someone he would spend the rest of his life with. I'm getting ahead of myself though. I will not ask you to jump into such an agreement so quickly but you must know that time is not on your side…it is vital that no time is wasted."

"Stop beating around the damn bush and ask me what it is you came here for?" Alyssa's voice rose threateningly but Aereon did not once flinch. She understood the young women's confusion…the anger she must feel.

"All I ask of you…is to meet him…to meet Riddick. If you were meant to be together there will be instant chemistry and I hope that you would reconsider staying with him. If by some chance neither of you feel that bond…you are not obligated to anything and you may go on with your life as it is." Aereon explained keeping her gaze locked with Alyssa's.

"So all I have to do is meet the guy?"

"And perhaps spend a few days in the palace. You will be very well taken care of…it will be worth your time. Like I said, if no bond is made…you will be free to go and continue living your normal life." Aereon hoped that this wouldn't be the case. She had a feeling that Alyssa and Riddick would have no problem creating a bond. They were both total opposites except for a few key features that linked them to their heritage. The universe was all about balance. Alyssa's calm and passionate personality would cancel out Riddick's rough and violent one, creating a mostly equal playing field. Everything should work out perfectly.

"What about my apartment…and my work at the studio?" Alyssa couldn't believe that she was actually considering taking this women up on her offer. This was crazy…she meeting the Lord Marshall and possibly creating some kind of bond. This was a total surprise to her and she was a bit freaked out by the possibility of this actually happening.

"Your apartment will stay as it is. Your rent and bills will be taken care of by the Lord Marshal. You have the option to continue working at the studio if you wish…but you may not be able to spend as many hours there. Security will be keeping an eye on you when you are not in the palace. We want to make sure that no one tries to harm you if word gets out that the Lord Marshal is pursuing you." Another small smile came to Aereon's face as the younger girl watched her thoughtfully.

"Can I have a couple days to think about this? I'm still confused...I have no idea what I'm going to do." Alyssa shifted nervously on her feet biting down on her lower lip.

"Of course. I want you to come willingly. I have no desire to force you but I do request that you make a decision quickly. Time is of the essence. If you agree to my offer, come to the palace and ask for myself, Aereon." Alyssa nodded in understanding before the elderly women walked toward the front door exiting the apartment and the locks moved back into place on their own.

Alyssa finally let her muscles relax and found that a wave of exhaustion had settled over her. She hadn't realized she was so tense as she walked into her bathroom. A long hot shower would help her relax and think. She had no idea what to do…what decision to make. She was happy with the way her life was right now. She had finally gotten her feet on solid ground and a roof over her head that she could afford to pay for. Then again, the adventure and mystery of the whole thing would be fun. Alyssa was always up for taking a leap of faith. Maybe she should just go along for the ride. Most likely nothing would come of it and she would return to her small apartment and continue with her life.