Alien!Regulus from a race I made up as I was writing this.

Word Count: 527

Xylem

Lijux—or Earth—was very beautiful, Suluger supposed, but his home planet was way better in his opinion. Nothing could be compared to Xylem—the natives here seemed to call it 'Mars' for some reason.

Oh, how he wished he could stay there, but it was impossible.

Suluger simply could not remain on his home planet any longer. Too many of his friends and family had been hunted and killed for no reason at all.

He had to get away.

Lijux—Earth, he meant Earth—was the easiest choice by far. It was in the same solar system, already had intelligent life that even looked somewhat like the Griedians—only a bit shorter, not purple, and with less eyes and arms—and he was able to survive on it. What more did he need?

Apart from his friends, family, and everyone else he had ever known. He even missed Suicul and he had always hated that man.

Suluger shook his head, closed his eight eyes and wrapped his arms around himself—all six of them.

He needed to get rid of these thoughts. He was starting a new life on Lijux—on Earth—there was no room for memories of Xylem—Mars.

The planets were called Earth and Mars. They rotated around the Sun—not Cajul, not Cajul—and there were a total of eight planets and four dwarf planets—not twelve planets.

Now Suluger just needed to remember that.

If only it were that easy.

He just knew that he would slip up several times, thus causing him to be relocated—whether by choice or by force—an absolute minimum of twice. And he could not for one second remove his arms from his body—which would totally distort his figure—change his haircut—they managed to find one that covered six of his eyes—or let go of the machine that would make his skin look like an appropriate colour for Earth—look! He remembered!.

At least his grey eyes were human enough and he had been allowed to pretend he had colored his green hair. And for one he was thankful low average height for a Griedian as he was still able to pass for a tall human.

Suluger had requested a room without any windows in his new home, so that at least in there he could be completely himself and—to his immense delight—it had been granted.

The Griedian spent as much time as possible in that small room, looking at the memories of his life on Xylem.

Perhaps that was not exactly healthy, but it was not like he had any particular reason to care. It wasn't like he had anything or anyone left at all.

At least not until he suddenly heard the bell of his house ringing. Why would anyone be here? Had he done something wrong?

He quickly placed his machine on his wrist again and moved towards the door to open it.

In front of it was a man just mere centimetres taller than him with a similar haircut and an identical machine around his wrist. "Hello, brother."

"Suiris! I can't believe it!"

With a huge smile, Suluger dragged his brother back to his room where both of them freed their arms and hugged as long as they could.

Please tell me what you think!

~Marvelgeek42