Here is the second chapter! This story is finally taking shape! My dream, my ambition, to see others reading my work and—sorry, got carried away. Anyway, this is the part where the narration turns to the pikmin themselves. Actually, to one pikmin in particular. This one would be blue, although it is, sadly, not the little blue pikmin Olimar fondly refers to in his journal entry. Now, please, read.

We had made it. Before we had been totally devoured, we had retreated into our vessels and floated off into the bright and starry sky. We feared being hit by another of the large objects that fell out of the sky, but the fear of being on the surface in the night overruled that fear, for fear of the darkness was an age-old fear for us, whereas the new fear was unusual and was never witnessed during our time, the time of the pikmin. We floated on through the night sky in constant fear, for now that sky, our safe, secure location that can always be relied upon, had betrayed us. We are no longer safe, it was assumed, and that fear was voiced by another of the blue pikmin in the vessel."Where could we go? There is no longer anywhere we can settle, for now that the leader has abandoned us, we have no guidance, no leader, and no hope. For who is there to tell us what to do?"

After the speech, another pikmin piped up,"We could always ask the eldest! The eldest always knows what to do!" The other pikmin accompanying me agreed with the small fellow. So all pikmin sent up the call:

"Eldest! Eldest!"

"Where are you, Eldest?"

"Eldest, what do we do!"

"Eldest, Eldest!"

So the Eldest was found and brought forward. At first glance, he did not seem too different from the others, but a closer look revealed a stiff stem, movements that spoke of reason and confidence, and a slightly paler sheen of skin.

-The Eldest, as the pikmin called them, were always the oldest residing pikmin in the onion, and therefore, in time of dire need or confusion, was the pikmin called upon for guidance, as it held the most knowledge and experience. In most cases, this knowledge was enough to present a solution to their answers. They, apparently, were once looked upon as leaders, and take their place in abscence of any other. -- Excerpt from Olimar's journal: Pikmin studies and research, 3rd day on pikmin planet.

The eldest, if the rumors were to be believed, was 172 days old, and had battled many, many creatures that the leader saw fit to battle. Before he left, that is. He raised his stem as high as it would go, and spoke, in our language, though his voice seemed a little dull.

"I had seen many things, had battled many creature, slain them, and had heard many stories during my time here. I am the one the pikmin of the blue vessel always looked to for guidance. I was here when the leader first arrived from the sky in his vessel, and I am still here today. And it is my duty, my purpose, to serve and guide the pikmin of the blue vessel. So here are my words. Take them, and store them within your soul."

Then he took a deep breath. And spoke.

"There is a place. Far from here, on the other side of the mother vessel. Far from where I first sprouted, with its lush, beautiful flowers and cool, blue waters. Far from anywhere else on the mother vessel, and the most difficult place to travel to, even if you wanted to try."

From what I can hear of their translations, they call this planet they live on the"Mother Vessel," and the onions themselves "Vessels." The Vessels, as they speak of it, were created for them to be protected, as when they were first born unto the world by the Mother Vessel, they could not protect themselves during nocturnal hours. The Mother Vessel took pity upon them, and gave them part of herself to each colour of pikmin. --Excerpt from Olimar's journal: Pikmin studies and research, 5th day on the pikmin planet

"That place is called the Sanctionary, and that is where pikmin with no hope or souls travel to so they could find peace. The food is bountiful, the breeze cool, the waters warm, the flowers fragnant. There are no creatures that can harm us, no dangers that threaten us. But the Mother Vessel will not allow those who do not earn it to enter. These are her laws:

You will not use the Vessels to enter, or you shall perish.

You will not take the Vessels with you, or you shall perish.

And you will not take nourishment from the earth, but only from creatures, which shall be provided to you.

Her laws are just, and they are fair. You have asked of guidance from me, and I say that we must travel to this place. If we have any hope for survival, we must make for where it is possible to survive. For the Vessels will not remain in the sky for all of time, and aside from that, we will need nourishment. We must descend whether we wish to or not. The way will be hard, the journey long. Many will die. But even more will die if we remain where we are now. It is likely the pikmin of the other Vessels have conversed with the other Eldest and have come to the same conclusion. And my soul tells me that there is only a fivecycle remaining of the darkness. Get some rest, all of you, and prepare to set off on the first bright of the Manycycles."

The Eldest drew back, and the pikmin, long silent, have begun murmuring in voices that spoke of worry. I myself was worried of what the following Manycycles would bring. But I still tried to get some sleep anyway. I lay my head down on the comforting bottom of the Vessel, and managed to gain a few cycles of sleep before the Vessel began drifting to the surface of the Mother Vessel.

Well, that chapter was not very long, but these are just the first few chapters to get me warmed up! I promise to update soon! please review! BTW, the pikmin divide their days/nights into 30 sections called cycles, and they call the day the Manycycles, and the night the Darkness. I promise that you'll find out what happened in the next chapter!