Not Alone

Chapter 1 - The Adoption

I don't know WHO I am…I don't know WHAT I am…I don't even know WHERE I am…but I know it's not home.

She was a furry little creature with a slim, feminine body, and she was covered in long, dark purple fur; she also couldn't remember how she landed on this large planet that was very barren and rocky, but she continued to wander around anyway. But matters have become worse when the sky was not only dark with night, but it was also covering the planet with thick storm clouds, and the rain was harsh and freezing.

S-so c-c-cold…

BOOM! CRASH!

A clap of thunder and a bright flash of lightning suddenly danced acrossed the sky, and the little flurry creature became scared out of her mind and sprinted for any kind of shelter. Luckily, after many more moments of running against the stinging rain out of terror, she came across what looked like an abandoned fox den in the ground, and she wasted no time in jumping in to take shelter from the rain.

But even though the den provided to roof, it couldn't supply any warmth or food, so the little girl could only curl up into a ball and shiver while listening to the storm as it passed over.

I don't know what to do…where to go…I'm cold…and I'm so hungry…

Soon enough, the pain of hunger overwhelmed the little girl, and she started to cry herself to sleep.


Morning came on the rocky and barren planet, and now that the storm had passed and that the hot sun was out, the true inhabitants of the planet could get back to their work of moving mountains.

Zbornaks were one of the strongest creatures in the galaxy; they were like the Clydesdales of outer space, and they earned their strength by moving many huge boulders that clutter their home world.

But even the most physically tough can sometimes be left vulnerable. A middle-aged widow Zbornak named Dorothy, who was also a mother three teenage sons and a toddler daughter and somehow tolerated her frail old mother live with them, was on the frits today when it was the anniversary of her husband's death. So, year on this very day, Dorothy would leave her home to blow off some steam out in the country side of her home planet.

Sometimes, it really worked, and sometimes it didn't, so then her family would have to deal with their mother whenever she returned home, whether she was raging mad, hopelessly depressed, or even both.

But little did Dorothy know that on this day, fate would throw something new at her, something very surprising.

As Dorothy kept her head down while she just kept walking aimlessly atop the hot sand and rocks, she continued to huff and curse under her breath; she even occasionally kicked a little pebble around just to take her anger out of something. But when Dorothy kicked the pebble and finally lost it in a little abandoned critter's den, she honestly didn't care and just kept walking…until she heard something.

What followed the echo of the pebble bounce among the den's walls was what sounded like…a whine, and a whine of pain. Dorothy soon stopped and opened her ears more to listen if the whine was real, or if she was just hearing things.

Dorothy waited for a moment, and there was nothing but silence, but when she took another step forward, she heard a little whimper emit from the den. Confirming that there was in fact something alive inside, Dorothy soon turned and leaned down and squinted into the darkness…and what she saw nearly broke her heart.

The Zbornak expected to find a rat or fox of some sort, but no…she found something she's never seen before; laying there in the darkness on the cold dirt, curled up into a helpless ball was a lithe, furry little creature with a head that almost looked like a lollipop.

And when the little creature opened her tear-filled eyes and stared that back at Dorothy with them, she just couldn't find it in her heart to leave her here.

"Aww, you poor thing, come here," Dorothy commanded gently while reaching a hand inside the den, but the little girl only quivered and backed away.

"Oh, no, no, please don't be scared; I'm not gonna hurt ya, I promise," Dorothy tried to reassure, and her soft voice and sweet smile seemed to work on the little furry creature, as she slowly crawled towards the Zbornak's hand.

Soon, Dorothy scooped the little girl up in her hand, and she did it was eash since she was so petite; she then pulled her out from the den carefully and cradled her in her arms. When the little girl was exposed to the sunlight, Dorothy finally got a good look at her beautiful purple fur, and she couldn't believe how soft it felt either.

"Where's your family, little one?" Dorothy asked softly.

"I…I…I-I don't have one," the little furry creature replied in a frail and hoarse voice.

"Oh…oh, dear…I can't leave you out here, all alone," Dorothy said with shock, but when an idea flew into her mind, she smiled down at the little creature and started walking in the direction back to her house.

"Do you have a name?"

"Yes…I-I think it's…Gypsy."

"Well, Gypsy—can I be your mother?" Dorothy asked while starting to bounce Gypsy in her arms, making her smile.

"You want to be my mother?" little Gypsy asked with hope.

"I would LOVE to be your mother," Dorothy replied while snuggling Gypsy closer, and the little girl immediately returned the hug.

"Now, why don't I take you home, and introduce you to your new family?"

"Ok!"


Sylvia was the youngest of her siblings, and she honestly thought she had the worst siblings ever since they were all big, loud and jerky older brothers; she may be a tom boy, but she wished she had a sister.

As of now, Sylvia's older brothers, Phil, Gil and Bill, were all fighting each other because it was way passed lunch time and their mom was nowhere to be found, and Gran certainly wasn't about to make anyone food. So, basically, everyone in the house was really huffy because of their empty stomachs.

But just when the three stooges had JUST bumped into a pedestal with their mother's favorite case atop, the door had just opened when the vase fallen and shattered all over the place…and none other than Dorothy was standing at the door.

"Uh-oh…" Phil, Gil and Bill all whimpered.

"Ha-ha! Busted!" little Sylvia mocked.

"Shut it, ya little ingrate!" Gil shouted, and Bill and Phil shouted in agreement.

"Sylvia, don't mock your brothers," Dorothy began calmly while closing the door, making the boys all blow raspberries at Sylvia.

"And boys, don't yell at your sister OR stick your tongue out at her!" Dorothy added while walking into the kitchen, making Sylvia stick out her tongue at her brothers in revenge…but then their eye's all popped wide with shock; even Gran didn't get it.

"Wait…" they all said in unison, and immediately rushed into the kitchen.

"Why are you so mellow about this?" Bill asked quickly as he and the others stopped by the counter, where their mom had her back turned towards them.

"Yeah, they just broke your favorite vase," Sylvia added.

"Well, I WOULD be mad—if I weren't so happy," Dorothy protested softly, only confusing everyone even more. But their confusion was soon ended when Dorothy finally turned around and revealed the little bundle that was Gypsy, asleep and cradled in her arms.

At first, the family was silent and didn't know how to react to what Dorothy brought home, and it stayed that awkwardly quiet for a good long moment.

"What is THAT?" Phil finally asked in disgust.

"She's a child," Dorothy chuckled, and that was when Gypsy finally woke from her nap, and she blinked her wondering little eyes open…and the first thing she looked at was Sylvia, who couldn't figure out what this thing was.

"She's kinda freaky lookin', isn't she?" Sylvia blurted out while walking up to her mom to get a closer look at this furry creature. And Dorothy couldn't pass up the chance to bond the two, so she lent Gypsy to her, and Sylvia held her in a rather awkward way since she didn't know how to hold her.

"I mean, look at'cha! You're so little, you're so hairy…you're…" Sylvia rambled on, but as Gypsy tried to stand up in Sylvia's arms to reach her mane and touch it, she really just reminded her of a curious kitten.

"Ok…you ARE kinda cute too," Sylvia chuckled in defeat, and then looked at her mom, "so, where's her mom?"

"Well…I'M going to be her mother now," Dorothy replied happily.

"What?!" the boys and Gran all exclaimed in unison.

"You are? So, does that mean I get a sister now?" Sylvia asked with a growing smile.

"Of course it does, especially since we're her family and she's going to live here with us now," Dorothy answered while surrounding Sylvia and Gypsy and pulled them closer in a group hug.


Guys, you have NO idea how excited I am to write this! This story is going to be full of twists, love, and hopefully some comedy! But I'll leave the perspective you, the readers!

Until the next chapter, I'm TRikiD, bye-bye!