BEATIFULLY SADDENING
Summery: "Your world... It's so strange. Incrediably, strange and yet, so beatifully saddening, being all alone in this universe..." "And that coming from a girl who doesn't know what the Internet is-" "An Earth Spider's web isn't it?" "Exibit A!"
Disclaimer: If I Owned Generator Rex This WOuldn't Be A FanFiction, THis WOuld Be Happening On The TV Show. Also- Rex Is Not In This Chapter Yet.
Rating: T For Tea, Prefferably Earl Grey Or Arzonia Green Tea With Ice.
Chesire Procalims: 'Cause Saying "Chesire SAYS" Is Too Boring Now. Proclaims has a sort of fun ring to it does it not?
Also, I Have A Guest Star, Who Has Been Stalking Me, Joining Me Today~
The Mad Hatter!
Yes The One Who Like The Fruit We Make Ketchup Out Of In His Salads! :D
Or Wait... Is It A Vegetable?
Fruit.
Veggie.
Fruit.
VEGGIE.
FRUIT.
Aw Well. It's A Fail Fruit, THERE. ... Wait That Means It's A Veggie- DARN IT!
Mad Hatter: Would You Like A Spot Of Tea? Your Forhead Is All Wrinkled.
Chesire: Why THANK YOU!
Mad Hatter: Oh, Hapy Un-Birthday By The Way!
Chesire: ...But It IS My Birthday...
Mad Hatter: ... That's it. I'm Leaving.
Chesire: No I'M Leaving To Go Fing Out If Tomatos Are Fail Fruit Or Fail VEGETABLES!
Mad Hatter: No I'M Leaving!
Chesire: Not If I Leave First!
Mad Hatter: But YOu Have A Story To Write!
Chesire: Oh, I'll Just Copy And Paste What I Last Wr-
*Mad Hatter Runs Away Laughing With A Teapot On His Head*
Chesire: NO FAIR! YOU LEFT WHILE I WAS TALKING! And That's MY Teapot!
*Chases Mad Hatter Across The Room*
Mad Hatter: Life Is Unfair!
Chesire: Yeah, Well Why Can't It Be Unfair In MY Favor You-You JERKINHERFIALMINER!
Random Fan: YOU MADE THAT UP!
Chesire: DID NOT!
Fan: DID TOO!
Chesire: FINE! You're A Teapotmaderifer!
Fan: You Made That Up Too!
Chesire: Either Read The Story Or Help Me Get My Gerkinhimeing Teapot Back!
O/A/N: (On Another Note)
My Spelling Stinks And So Does My Grammer, My PenName Is Spelled Wrong I KNOW, And I Do Not Apoligze For Any OOCness 'Cause None Of The Generator Rex Characters In This Chapter So-DEAL WITH IT OR HELP ME CATCH THE TEAPOT-NAPPER!
And I Do NOT Mean That As In The Sleeping Way!
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"Now introducing Princess Zelda of Chorodata~"
The crowd of other Chorodatans cheered.
The princess stepped out of the dark, the light from the three suns shining against her, warming her as if she was a cat curled under a sun beam.
She had hair that if you thought was white and yet on another's mind it was blonde. The tips, the ends of her hair, as is it was the outlining, was a shaved-ice sort of blue. It made her hair look almost frozen, but as it playfully whipped around her face though it ended a bit above her shoulders, and she'd giggle and the sun would hit it so you would think the hair was almost fire, or in some cases that it was the wind's touch.
If you looked at her eyes you'd never be able to choose a color. When one thought the color was blue, he'd change his mind, about to say green, when he'd change his mind once more, saying pink, and the purple, grey, white, gold. No one could choose a color.
It wasn't that it relfected her mood or anything of the sort. It was just as if someone was dripping food coloring onto the water pools of her eyes. It looked gracious on her and becoming.
She had skin color avaerage of her people, she was not pale, she was not a porcelin doll ready to be put back in it's glass case. She laughed with her people, she shopped with them, she cried with them, she went to funerals of every person there and went to hospitals, ready to congratulate and meet the mother's beloved child.
There was no one on the planet she didn't know, she could easily remember their faces, and when they came to her with problems she would get off her throne and crouch to them, already to be of any help. She was anything but ordinary, only one girl like that would come. If reincarnation was true she'd be reincarnated, not that the people liked the idea of the princess' early death.
The princess' father was always away, making treaties, making wars, but he always refused the help of his people. Agreeing with his only child that the people of Chorodata were too precious to him for him to put even the smallest of babies or the oldest, and wiset, of men into danger.
Her mother, she had died. Long ago. No one knew her since she had never took a step out of the castle. Just that her name had been Lavigne.
Since her father's hair was like fire along with his eyes a brilliant gold, it was always expected that the child represented her mother though that was not true either. When people would say that she'd smile at the compliment and say, "I have seen the pictures of my dear mother. I look not one hair like her. I look like myself. Just myself my wonderful friend."
The princess smiled at her people, dressed in a simple white dress that when she moved looked like liquid, while wearing a crown that laurel and cherry blossoms with holly, all intertwined in silver, no jewel on her head, saying that a townsperson needed the jewel for what it was meant for, not for decoration.
She was a kind ruler.
But she wasn't going to stay the ruler a moment longer than when she put her hair behind her ear, opening her mouth in a smile about to speak when suddenly-
THEY came.
The people of Chorodata were know for their abilty to protect and be like a mouse cornered by a cat, if the mouse was brave enough, he could bite the cat before it bit him and win.
The people in the crowd, while some were hidden behind others for protection, others gasped, and the soliders nearby their princess aimed their weapons at the incoming forces.
THEM.
To them a man's laughter was just that. Take out the space and you have the single word that best represented them.
MANSLAUGHTER.
It was a horrible and ironic thought to the Chorodatans as they saw Phalanxs.
Phalanxs. The most ruthless beings most likely ever. Legend saying as the capital, "Finex", burned away the last beings of the planet, the god of the volcano that was destroying the people created them out of the fires fumes. Also meaning,
These beings were fully made of flames.
Just touching one would bring your death closer.
They held multiple weapons, far beyond the small planets.
"Stop this!" Princess Zelda cried as he people began dieing left and right, trying to make sure that the road to reaching her highness was longer, and rougher to go through
The soliders jumped off the stage, ignoring the princess' begs of peace, ready to fight for her life, for the people's lives, giving up their own. For the sacrfice of one is less important than the sacrfice of many.
"Is it enough to die?" she asked her people as bloodshed flew
"Isn't enough to just live, to BREATH?" she sobbed
"Your highness!" she heard a voice call out as the princess was about to jump off the stage, wanting to stop this madness
The speaker grabbed her wrist, "No!"
"Let-Let me go!" she ordered as she tried to hold a hand out to her friends as she saw small bombs go off around the scenery, hearing them was just enough to cause her die
The screams...
The pain...
The smell of death.
She needed to be out there.
She HAD to be out there.
But she was held back by a solider who was ready to give up his life, just like the others.
The others...
She sobbed quitely as she yelled "NO!"
They had families too.
They weren't robots. They couldn't be replaced. They needed to live, they needed to fullfill their life's purposes, to create, to smile, to love.
Not destroy and die.
"Princess Zelda! It isn't safe here!"
"They need me! I can't abandon them!" she looked at the solider in the eyes, knowing he was looking in her's
His were a deep blue, somewhere inbetween shaved ice and azure. They were kind and caring, the sort of eyes you would trust without a second thought.
As she looked at his pleading face she instantly remembered his name, Sterling.
"Mister Sterling!" she begged, "Please!"
He looked away, "I'm sorry your highness. Forgive me."
He lunged his free hand to her neck, pressing a pressure point that would cause the girl to faint into his arms.
She struggled against the temporary pain for a moment, maybe for 5 seconds, her eyes seeming to turn a beatiful lavander which made Sterling almost regret his actions.
Almost.
Her eyes wavered and she fell into his arms, Sterling looked longingly at the battle field, not that he wanted to be in it but that his friends, family, his fellow people, were giving up their lives at the drop of a hat to save the princess. If they were willing to do so, he would rather not have their lives end in vain, and take the responsiblty of the shame of running from a battlefield that needed him.
He carried her highness bridal style and his heart shattered like brittal glass as he saw his younger brother, young Night, only 7, run in front of his childhood friend, Yen, as a gun was fired. He was too slow, Yen collasped, now in a better place, but the trigger was pulled again before Night, or even Sterling, could process what had just happened.
Night fell.
He was dead.
Sterling looked away, his eyes forming tears as he ran up to the escape pods inside the palace behind them. He couldn't yell, he couldn't make a wrong move or otherwise the Phalanxs would find them and kill them both.
He would've shot his gun if it meant only his life would be sacrificed.
These people- no these MONSTERS- killed inncent children. But the question that kept coming back to Sterling, along with the image of his brother's wide eyes as he fell, was "WHY?"
Chorodata was a small, tiny planet. It had only about the same amount of people golbaly as let's say... New York?
They weren't the best fighters, they didn't have all that good inventions, all they had was-
Sterling's eyes grew large.
He understood.
As the door he had just ran through closed, he looked frantically as the space between the doors showing the battle, grew smaller.
THAT was why.
THAT was why...
He shut his eyes and continued running. He could ponder more about this later, he could get revenge later, his first priority was Princess Zelda.
He looked down at her to make sure she was alright.
Her hair was still flowing in a wind that effected nothing else, her skin was tense but gradually relaxing, she looked so peaceful.
She was why the people risked their lives.
She was why he took upon the weight of the shame of running.
She was...
Everything.
He pilled them both into the single person escape-pod.
He placed the oxygen mask on her, willing to take the chance that he might die if it meant sacrifing the fresh air.
He frantically pressed the buttons that allowed the pod to launch. Hopefully when it launched through the roof, the people would see Princess Zelda was alright and then run for the pods themselves.
There were 17 sights with the right oxygen, tempature, and other things that the Chorodatans needed to live, each of the pods choosing a radom one of those locations to make sure that the enemy, or whatever other reason the people would need to leave, so they could be out of harm's way.
He held his breath as the pod began to launch towards the sky, the ceiling in seconds broken, and now behind them.
He cursed silently as he saw the Phalanxs blowing up people, houses, animals, their small world. They had no mercy, none.
He could barely hear the large cheer as the other Chorodatans saw the pod, though none left their posts and continued fighting. For a moment Sterling thought he saw his mother and father fighting, then his commander, the others in his unit, smile at him. Almost as if telling him he HAD no shame to carry, or that perhaps they'd help him with it.
He held the princess closer as the pod rocked, telling him they were exiting the atmosphere.
"We're almost there your highness." He spoke, though he knew his princess could not hear him, "Our destination..." He pressed the screen, wiping away the layer of dust on it.
"Earth."
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O/A/N: Also, It's Not Really My Birthday. I Just Always Wondered What Would Happen If Someone Told The Mad Hatter That...
Mad Hatter: YOU LIED! YOU HEMMINGFRYER!
Chesire: Koolerifer!
Mad Hatter: Tangonanaboo!
Chesire: Applegringo!
Fan: Good Night Everybody!