Name: Treyalin Canaria Belladonna.
Race: Half Thakonian, Half Unknown.
Age: Twelve Terran years old.
Parents: Dessa Jewel Belladonna and Drax the Destroyer.
Eyes: Gold.
Hair: Silver.
Companions: Jason Quill, Royce Raccoon and Kestrel Night.
Siblings: Korzoi Belladonna (twin brother)
Treyalin's P.O.V
My name is Treyalin Belladonna. I am the daughter of Drax the Destroyer. Some people do get a bit . . . shifty around me. I can't really blame them. Now, I was training which consumed over half of what my friends and I ever did.
Exhaustion almost blinded me but it didn't stop me. I struck with the knife and knocked Jason down. "Okay, I surrender! You're definitely better with one of those." he panted.
It was satisfactory. My unusually muscular build (unusual for someone of my age and habit.) helped most of those victories. Strength helped in others. "I don't get why you train so hard. You know you'll be strong anyway. I mean your mom has like no muscle and she can rip apart steel like it's cardboard."
I glared at him with a slight inclination toward him with the knife, it's beautifully curved blade gleaming in the Rabbachukkan sunlight. True I'm not like other girls my age but why should I be ashamed. They're too scared to make fun of me anyway.
I'll admit, sometimes I think it would be nice to have some friends outside of here. Sometimes I wish that people didn't run from me. Royce may be battered but she riles up quite a crowd. They all pretend to hate her because they like her. It doesn't matter, all I can do is keep training and become the legend I was meant to.
You might think that I'm too . . . robotic. Claim the objective and do nothing else, right? I get that a lot. The way I see it, my life only has one purpose: To fulfill my parents' legacy. And if my life truly is worth that, then by Glin, I'm going to do it and do it right.
I remembered hearing Jason scream at me in the rain that day. That time when that Novastorm happened. "TREYA! Does family mean NOTHING to you?! Your life means more than that! Means more than you going out there! You can't hold it back! TREYA!"
He was wrong. I had been able to hold it back. The sheer memory of it brought back the crushing pain, feeling like my body was going to collapse in on itself. My titanium bones had felt like twigs then. Maybe I'm not as strong as is obvious.
"My dad just texted me. We're heading off the planet in a half hour." stated Jason.
"So we've got enough time to spar?" I looked at him deviously before leaping at him before he could dodge.
We tussled on the ground, kicking up russet soil. Bowling each other over and loving it. There are some moments when I don't feel robotic. Some glorious moments when I feel like a friend. When my family feels like a family. Right now, as Jason and I play-battled, I caught one of those moments.
I'm not sure what the secret to those moments is exactly. Maybe it's the way the sunrays shine through, maybe it's some kind of soul connection. Maybe they don't even exist. All I know is I love them.
Name: Kestrel Sparrow Night
Age: Thirteen Terran years old.
Parents: Lexi Blaze and Sparrow Night.
Race: Procyonid.
Eyes: Emerald-green.
Fur: Black and brown.
Companions: Jason Quill, Royce Raccoon, Korzoi and Treyalin Belladonna.
Siblings: None.
Kestrel's P.O.V
My name's Kestrel. I live on an um, spaceship with my friend's parents and my mother. My dad died when I was three. Tortured to death by some wicked woman named Khet the Tormentor. I don't let it beat me down though.
I heard he was a legend though. Saved a lot of lives doing what he did. I'm not sure how I'm going to do the same when I grow up to be like them. The Guardians of the Galaxy. Sometimes I'm just not sure if I'm . . . worthy of that title. I'll just screw it all up.
The Next Generation guys think I'm a "pussy" a "mary-sue" a "prude". Indefinitely some of Royce's not-so-nice nicknames. I just don't want to break the rules. Besides, who is Royce to talk? She's always getting beaten by her father. I still don't even don't know if that's legal.
I know that Jase and Roycie don't mean those names though. We get along great most of time. It's all friendly teasing. As Royce says: "If a friend makes fun of you it's cool, if someone else makes fun of you, then well we got a problem, Cowboy."
People at school don't like me. My mom says I'm a sweet-heart who wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone. It gets a bit of embarrassing at times.
My mom, Lexi Blaze is the same way. Gentle and only ever wanted peace. Even when the universe was falling apart around her she kept that kindness. It's a part of her. I hope I'm that strong when everything goes to hell again which will indefinitely happen.
You need a sweet-heart on the team. Just like you need someone like Treya just like you need someone like Royce. Trey tends to be serious and uses little metaphors while Royce is raunchy and rowdy. All I have to do is keep this up until it's all over.
I think one of the reasons I might not make it is the fact that I get scared to easily. I'm afraid of a lot of things. That's not going to help. People say that I'm still young and it'll all change soon enough. I want to believe them, I really do.
"Hey Kiss-trel?! Where'd you go we're leaving!" called Royce. Yes. She calls me "Kiss-trel".
"Yo, Jase, TB, get off each other for a second so you can get in the ship." she pointed toward the vessel.
"ROYCE! It's so not like that!" Jason shouted.
"What are you referring to?" questioned Treya.
"It doesn't matter." he answered.
Royce laughed and scrabbled up the ramp. we all followed suit. Even though, Jason is technically the leader, Royce bosses us around more than he ever did. We all follow her lead though. Ironic due to the fact that she is the youngest out of any of us. We all love her though. Sometimes it feels like her rascious ways are the only thing keeping us together as a junior-team. (her words not mine.)
I can't help but notice I'm the only one out of all of us who doesn't have a sibling. But it doesn't feel like that because I grew up around these people. Besides, Royce is my cousin. my father and hers are brothers. Or they were before . . .
Anyway, you get the idea. I know it seems tough right now but I like my life. I don't want it to change I mean my life's crazy but it's great that way. I'm weird but that's just how I'm supposed to be. Besides if one's parents are Guardians of the Galaxy, they're gonna be weird. (again a Royce quote.)
I wouldn't give up these friends, this family, this home, this life for the universe.
