I sat in the gigantic two-story spaceship with nine rooms-one for each of us-all located on the top floor. The bottom floor held a training area and kennels for the hundreds of shape-shifting Chimaera we were taking back to my home planet. That's right, home planet. I am an alien (Loric to be specific) and after over ten long years, I am going home.
I'm not the only alien on board. In fact, the only non-alien with us is my nerdy human friend, Sam, who was bouncing excitedly in his seat.
"Dude!" Sam said, finally ceasing to bounce. "We've been on this ship for 11 and a half months! When are we finally going to get to Lorien?"
"Any day, now, Sam," I said. "Any day, now." I look around the small loft on the top floor of the ship. Three out of the four walls were made of glass and comfy blue sofas lined the walls. Spread out on the sofas were Five, Six, Marina (Number Seven), Eight, Crayton, and Ella (Number Ten).Bernie Kosar, my Chimaera, was curled up at my feet. The only one missing was Nine.
I turned to Six, who was sitting on my left, playing with a small dagger. "Have you seen Nine?" I ask. She shook her head. A small moment of panic came through me. Could our enemies the Mogs have gotten him? Impossible. Nothing could get in or out of this ship while in the air. Then, where was he?
"Hey John! Up here!" yelled a familiar voice. I looked up. Nine, using his Legacy or power of anti-gravity, was sitting upside-down on the ceiling. "You should try this!" He paused. "Oh wait! You can't! Ha ha,"said Nine, being a bit of a show off as always.
Trying to prove him wrong, I used telekinesis, the ability to move things with my mind, to copy him. "In your face!" I yelled. Spoke to soon. My distraction caused me to fall of the ceiling and face plant on the tile floor. Nine stood beside me, laughing. "How does the floor taste, John?"
Before I could respond, someone said, " Would you quit fooling around! We're here!" It was Six, her face pressed against the glass wall. The others were doing the same, to stunned to say anything.
She was right. Out the window, a planet was visible. It was the green, healthy planet from my memories, thought. The ground was gray with ashes and the sea was an ugly mix of bluish-grayish water. We were too far up to see detail, but the remains of the tragic war that was fought the day we left were unmistakable. Any life left would be a miracle.
We were too stunned to say anything, too depressed to comment. Our silence was only broken when an alarm and red lights entered the loft, wailing the words "ENGINE FAILURE!" We were plummeting down at a dangerous speed towards the remains of my childhood home, awaiting near certain death.
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