Chapter 1

A child wakes up alone, her eyes glowing silver. She reaches out, stretching far and wide across the universe until she finds them, the five beings she's searching for. They are scattered, five beings on five different planets. She finds them, reaches out to them, and commands wake. Then, five sets of eyes lose their empty look. They have been sleeping, dormant for far too long, it's time to wake up.

The child's eyes slowly fade from their glowing silver colour into a light blue. She blinks, sitting up, taking in her surroundings. She's alone, surrounded by trees, of all different types and all different kinds. Looking down, she studies her small blue hands, watching how they move. She slowly gets to her feet; her legs unsteady from lack of use.

It's not long before hunger makes itself known to her, she stumbles along, her feet catching on roots, stones, and logs, basically anything that might litter the forest floor. Eventually she comes across a bush, some berries hang from it's branches, they are round, and pale yellow in colour. Edible. Her mind supplies, so she picks as many as there are and slowly begins to eat them, their sweet flavour exploding on her tongue.

It's not long before all the berries are gone, she licks the juice from her lips, she's still hungry. She moves on from the bush, walking far more steadily than earlier, now that she has gotten used to walking. She's more careful of her steps, she manages to avoid tripping on most of the obstacles in her path.

There is a tree in front of her. It is tall, with many branches, but on a branch far above her head hangs a large purple fruit. Edible. Her mind supplies once more. She stares at the tree, glancing up and down, trying to find a way to get the fruit. She runs up to the tree, and takes a jump, grabbing onto the lowest branch with her arms, eventually managing to pull herself up. She steadily climbs from branch to branch until she reaches the one with the large purple fruit. She crawls along the length until she comes to the fruit, she needs both hands to pluck it from its position, she takes a bite immediately. It's sweet, but tart as well, even tastier than the berries.

Before she can take another bite, there's a crack, and she finds herself slipping from the branch, plummeting to the ground. The breath gets knocked out of her. She lays on the ground, the purple fruit still clutched in her grasp. Ow. It takes a bit, but eventually she sits up, she is sore, but nothing appears damaged, even the fruit in her hands is fine. She gets to her feet, eating as she walks. She's not sure where she's going, but she continues to explore.

A creature jumps across her path, it freezes, its yellow eyes staring at her. It's skin a faint green seems to shift its shades depending on what plant it is near. Walking on four legs, but no tail. Edible, but not food. Her mind supplies. The creature scurries off quickly.


Time passes. She's not sure how much time, but it doesn't really matter. She's alone. There are many other creatures all around her, sometimes she talks to them, they never talk back, and they never stay. She is happy, but she is lonely. Sitting down, leaning against a rock near a cave where she spent the night, she reaches out, unaware of the faint silver glow her eyes have gained. She skims through minds and bodies, searching, searching, spending only seconds examining before moving onto the next. There. She finds what she is looking for, she reaches out surrounding the mind, before giving a sharp tug. Having completed her goal, she lets go, her eyes fading back to a pale blue. She gets up, searching for her next meal.


On a Galra ship, Shiro jerks awake, he's still shocked and horrified at the loss of his arm, by it being replaced by this strange prosthetic. He can't help but hate it. He doesn't know why, but he has an urge to get out of here, far more powerful than any want to leave he's ever had before. He must get out of here. Now.

A few days pass before a guard opens his door, to take him somewhere, either the Arena, or the druids. Neither option is good. He must get out of here. Acting on autopilot he strikes out with his new hand, it's glowing a pink-purple colour. The guard goes down, unconscious. Shiro takes off at a run. I have to get out. I must get out. He thinks repeatedly, drowning out all other thoughts. He destroys sentry droids, and knocks out all guards he comes across, though he doesn't come across many, his path surprisingly clear.

He turns a corner, and comes face to face with a guard. "Go!" The guard hisses. "Escape pods are that way." He gestures down a different hall.

"Thank you." Shiro says, surprised, before rushing down the hall indicated. He has no time to lose.

He finds an escape pod. He rushes in, using his Galra arm to close the door behind him. Shiro pushes buttons on the console, using all his skills as a pilot and what little knowledge of the Galra he has, to try and get the stupid thing to fly. He must have done something right because it takes off. He's out of the ship. He's free.

Shiro is knock out of his euphoria by Galran fighters shooting at him. "Crap!" Shiro exclaims, grabbing the controls trying to pilot this thing and get to freedom. He dodges blasts firing from all directions, one skims the pod sending it out of control. It takes a minute before Shiro can regain control, in a desperate attempt to get away, he heads towards an asteroid field, his smaller pod should be able to navigate better than the fighters.

He swerves by asteroid after asteroid, many of the fighters get destroyed in their attempts to follow. Shiro grins with success. Suddenly an asteroid appears right in front of him, he curses himself for losing focus. He manages to avoid colliding with it head on, it glances the side of the pod. The impact sends Shiro flying, his head hits the side of the pod, and everything goes black.


Shiro blinks awake. A pair of pale blue eyes hover just above his face. He jerks up in surprise. The only reason they don't collide is due to the quick reflexes of the owner of the eyes. His vision swims. "Ow." He says, rubbing a hand on his head. He sits up more slowly this time, his head still pounds, but he's no longer dizzy.

The owner of the pale blue eyes is a child. At least Shiro thinks it's a child, it's hard to tell sometimes with aliens. The child appears to be a little girl, but then again, it's hard to tell with aliens. She has long white hair, it goes all the way down to her waist, or what would be the waist if she was human, her species might have another name for it. Her skin is bright blue. He's encountered serval different species of aliens being a prisoner, but Shiro has never seen one with skin this blue. Other than her unusual colouring, the girl looks surprisingly human.

"Where am I?" Shiro mumbles, his voice weak and raspy.

The girl stares at him for a moment thinking. "Callisara." She answers after a moment.

"I'm Shiro." He says, trying not to scare her. "What's your name?"

She stares at him for a moment before replying. "I don't have one."

"You don't have a name?" Shiro frowns.

"No. I haven't needed one." Is all she says.

"Wait. You speak English?" Shiro questions, upon realising that the distinctive hum of the translator inserted into his brain is absent.

"I speak everything." She replies continuing to stare at him.

"What does that mean?" Shiro asks, confused.

"I speak everything." She says once again, giving him a look that seems to say How stupid are you?

"Where are your parents? Your family? Can you take me to them?" Shiro asks, thinking that maybe whatever species is present on this planet could help him get back to Earth. He has to warn them.

"I don't have any. I am alone." She says sadly.

"How about you take me to whoever your staying with, there must be some kind of village near by." Shiro says kindly.

"There is no one. I am alone."

"Are you telling me there's no one else on this entire planet?" Shiro askes, disbelieving.

"There is no one. Just me. And now you too." She says with a little smile.

Shiro's stomach then decided now would be the perfect time to growl with hunger. The girl disappears with a flash. Everything is quiet, and Shiro begins to wonder if he imagined the strange child. A few minutes later she reappears, several large purple fruits in her arms. She drops them into his lap. Shiro stares at them in surprise. When Shiro does nothing, she picks up a fruit and takes a large bite.

"Yummy. It's food." She tells him. "You're hungry."

Shiro picks up one of the large purple fruits, studying it, before taking a bit. It's good. It tastes kind of like a cross between a strawberry and an orange, but with the tartness of a lemon. Shiro eats three of them. The girl only eats one, the juicy fruit making her entire face sticky.

"How did you get here?" Shiro wonders now that his stomach is no longer screaming for food.

"I woke up here." She tells him.

"You just woke up here, alone?" Shiro asks, disbelieving.

"Yes." She replies simply.

"But you must have been somewhere before you where here. Little girls just don't appear out of no where." Shiro says questioningly.

The little girl frowns. "I… I don't know." She says hesitantly.

"You don't remember?" Shiro asks in sympathy. He knows he was kept prisoner by aliens, he knows he was captured, but the details are fuzzy, he can't even remember how long it's been.

"No." Is her only reply.

"How long have you been here?" Shiro wonders, she must have been very lonely.

"Time is meaningless." She says cryptically.

"That's helpful." Shiro mutters under his breath. "Okay." He says once again talking to the child. "I can't just go around calling you Kid, so how about I give you a name?"

"All right." She says staring at him intently. She's waiting for him to giver her a name Shiro realises. Her focused attention on him has made his mind go blank, he can't think of anything.

"How about Callie?" He finally decides on. "You said this planet was called Callisara, so how about Callie? For your name I mean."

"That is acceptable." She says indifferently.

"Do you know where my pod is?" Shiro asks. If the pod isn't damaged too badly he might be able to repair it, and get out of here so he can warn Earth.

Callie doesn't say anything, she just points behind him. Shiro looks, behind him, there is a large gauge in the ground, like a claw scraping away at the surface. Not far from where he's sitting, maybe 10 meters, lays what's left of his escape pod, it's smoking and sparking. Very, very broken. Debris from the pod appear to be littered all along the gauge. There is no way he'll be able to fix the pod.

"Callie." Shiro begins. "I can't stay here. I must find a way off this planet. I need to get back to my own planet and warn them about the Galra. They have no idea what's out there. Is there any way for me to get off this planet?"

Callie frowns for a moment before speaking slowly. "You cannot stay." She says agreeing with him. "But you must wait. Now is not the time."

"What do you mean?" Shiro asks. He's trying not to shout, but he's growing frustrated with all the cryptic answers he's getting. "Is there a way off this planet or not?"

"Not yet." She replies, unfazed by his tone. "When the time is right we will leave."

"All right." Shiro says, taking a deep breath trying to get his frustration under control. It isn't Callie's fault. There is something strange about her, but she is innocent. He also can't leave her on her own, she doesn't deserve to be alone again. If she is right, and something happens that allows him to leave, he'll have to take her with him, no matter how dangerous it is.

Callie smiles brightly this time, looking and acting more like a kid than before. "Come on." She says grabbing his hand. "I want to show you my cave."

Shiro gets up, he's sore all over, but nothing seems to be broken, he takes her hand, and lets her lead him to her cave.