There was a planet far away in outer space. The name of this planet was Haet'raen. It was a quite peaceful planet, somewhat more advanced than Earth but not much. They did'nt have time-travel and they never did space explorations. Haet'raen was a verdant planet, with most homes being aerodynamic arcologies. The main inhabitants of Haet'raen were very acrobatic and could float. And they could sometimes teleport. One of them was Thelan. She was doing her daily parkour on the rooftop of the family arcology, but she fell off!

Thelan's eyes closed, sparkly tears flying from them. Thelan felt like she was falling down... and she propably was. On some road. On a planet far away from her own. She was Thelan of Haet'raen... and she was the main character of this story.

Peter Malcolm Gordon Five was an young cricketeer with ash-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He was walking down the road home, after the last cricket play at Saint Davidson Cricket Club. He was a member of their home team, the Celeries. Actually, celery was an important item in Peter Five's life. It was his favorite food as well as a lucky item to snuggle with and to append in a room. Yep. This was Peter Five, a quintessential, somewhat naive, British gentleman.

Peter was walking down the road, and he saw something he had never seen before! A quite small, purple female in a silver juimpsuit with violet accent and a weird sci-fi belt. She had dark violet and teal speckles, with the hair to match. Peter tried to poke the small female with his cricketing bat (not a cricket bat, that's a ATLA-style monster that's half cricket and half bat.) and she stirred and woke up, revealing big, bright green eyes with black sclerae.

The small female said: Where am I? Who are you strange...

And the blond cricketeer responded: Well, you're currently in Whoville Town. And my name is Peter Malcolm Gordon Five! Cricketeer, hearthrob, and natural-born leader. Pleased to meet you. - and he handed the small female an hand.

And the small female responded: Well... I'm Thelan and I'm from planet Haet'raen. And this looks nothing like it! Do I have no way to go back?

And Peter responded: Well we'd sure go find a way.

Peter's colleague and somewhat-rival was an Eastern European guy named Anthony Tremas. He was a somewhat middleaged guy - he was already in his late fourties when Peter had joined the Cricketing League aged 18, and was now somewhat in his fifties.

A long time ago, Anthony Tremas had married a lady named Latasha back in Traken Village. They had a lovely daughter - with perfect chestnut curls and really icy, greenish-blue eyes. She had really pale skin, peppered with quite a few orangish freckles, and princessly rosy cheeks and lips. Latasha died in childbirth giving birth to her. The daughter was then known under the name of Nyssa. Around that time, Anthony started cricketing away, and moved to Whoville when Nyssa was no more than six. Anthony started dating a wealthy socialite named Kassandra, a somewhat mean and snooty lady. Some people said Kassandra was even a gold-digger!

And well, recently Anthony Tremas started acting strangely – He started calling himself "the Master", wearing all-black velvet getups with capes, killed Kassandra (blaming it on the butler) and trying to make complex plans for world domination. Nyssa was a bit weirded out but mostly brave and wanted to see his father back to normalty. She felt a bit shy, and she was just a teenager.

Nyssa Tremas was hanging out in the cricket fields, watching her father plotting with a bat, and then her father ate the bat's head off and walked back inside. Nyssa rolled her eyes at her father. Or whoever possessed him, because Nyssa was sure her real father won't have done anything like that!

And so on, Nyssa saw something – or rather someone – at the tail-end of her vision, someone Nyssa knew quite a bit was on the road to the cricket center!

And guess who it was?

Well, of course, it was her father's cricketing rival, Peter Five, often nicknamed "Princess Fivey" by the cricketing fandom. Peter and Nyssa got along quite well and did'nt really have much of an age difference (Peter was closer in age to Nyssa than to her father).

Just that now, along with him, there was a newer, floating purple-skinned friend.

Nyssa got up and said "Hi!" to them. Peter "Hi"-ed back to Nyssa. Nyssa swallowed her spit and then said "Peter, who is that?" Peter responded: "Nyssa, this is Thelan, Thelan, this is Nyssa." Nyssa then asked: "Thelan, where are you from?" and Thelan rebutted: "I'm from planet Haet'raen and want to get back." Peter then coughed a lil bit and then said: "I decided she'll stay with me for a while." Nyssa: "Well, I'll stay with you two too. Peter, you're now the only person I know and trust, right?" and then blushed a little bit. Peter: "Right, you don't have many friends your age since you're a bit shy and emotionless… in a good way, of course!"

And so the trio walked back to Peter's apartment. It was mainly beige with some red and green accents. A lot of celery plants as well as cricket memorabilia. Peter has lived there by himself since he turned 18. Nyssa turned to Thelan and said: "This is where Peter lives. I think you'd get there well. I've been in there a lot already and even slept here a few times!" Thelan rebutted: "We did'nt have anything like that on Haet'raen!" Peter and Nyssa then walked Thelan around for a nice tour of the house.