Alysiana
Some people are natural listeners. Some learn to be listeners through years of lessons and studies. I unfortunately was born a listener, yet had to learn to use that ability for good.
I was born on the planet Betazed to Candalice Troi, a Betazoid, and Jamesana, an El-Aurian. When I was born my mother was 22 while my father was 300 years old. I never understood what that really meant until I watched my mother grow old and die at the age of 100 while I myself was the ripe old age of 79 but looked 15. My father and I moved from city to city and then from planet to planet. We had to. No one knew of the El-Aurians or of their long lifelines. And back then, if you didn't know of them, they were either no worth socializing with or enemies trying to take over your world. So we constantly moved.
I finally looked like an adult when I turned 150. My father was 450 and still had no white hairs. The ageing fascinated me at first, but then, when I watched my father cry cradling my mother's image, I truly realized what a burden it was. I vowed at that point to never fall in love or let my heart be broken. It was a selfish vow really. I was afraid to leave myself open and suffer for all of eternity because of it. My father condemned me when I told him of my vow.
"Aly," He said. "Falling in love with Candalice, your mother, and spending time with her were the only worth while times of my life. She gave me you."
"But what if I didn't share your long life? What if I had died a hundred years ago and left you alone again?" I asked.
He had looked at me with such patient eyes and a sad smile. "Then I would have moved on by myself."
I was as simple as that. Our race was loners who prayed for those moments when they weren't alone and could share their lives or wisdom.
Betazoids are telepathic. Full Betazoids can not only communicate through thoughts but read other's thoughts as well as feelings. As half, I could only sense strong emotions. I wouldn't have been able to do that even if my mother hadn't of taught me to open my mind and concentrate on who I wanted to "read," as she called it. It got much easier with years of practice. Straight thoughts were almost impossible for me, even though I tried many times. There was only one person who it came easily with.
El-Aurians' powers were a lot more complicated. They were dubbed "listeners" once they were discovered late in my life. I understood that nickname all too well. I always had a great set of listening ears and an inert intuition when I came to advise. My father had said that he too possessed those qualities as well as "some other powers" that he never discussed beyond that.
"If you posses these powers as well, you will find them in time, my dear." He would always say to me.
I did find them later, after he had passed on, so I had no real name for them. They seemed to be self defense mechanisms that I only used at my most desperate moments.
My father died when I was 305. We had found a small town on the planet Kexon 2, the second planet in the Kexon system. Unfortunately, after we had been there for less than a year, a revolution broke out amongst the inhabitants. My father was never an action filled man; he enjoys talking to people more than going on adventures. So when he came to me and told me that he was going to fight, I questioned him.
"I need to do this." He said before he grabbed a laser pistol that we kept around for protection and ran out the door.
He never returned.
I have always held strong to the idea that he died a very heroic death, but I never knew. When I was packing up to leave and find a new home of my own I found a letter addressed to me in my father's handwriting. I cried when I read it and I still carry it around with me to this day.
It read:
My daring Alysiana,
When you red this I know I will be dead yet alive in your heart. When you were born I prayed that you had a limited life like your mother and then I said a thank you prayer when it turned out that you didn't. I have spent a majority of my life alone and wouldn't wish that burden onto anyone but I was so over joyed to have you along with me. When I leave you, you will undoubtedly question me and I will simply say that this is something I must do. Our species is very intuitive, you know that. One of the traits of our characters that I have found over the years is a feeling. I can only describe it as an urge. I felt it when I was deciding on what planet to settle on. I felt it the second I met your mother. And I fell it now.
I go into this war hoping for my death. Now only because I can no longer live but also for you, my darling. So that you may learn to live on your own, however hard that may seem. Remember that I love you. Jamesana
That was it. I was officially on my own.
I took whatever money I had left and bought my way onto a convoy heading for a planet called Babalonia. It was a beautiful planet from space, but a hate filled one on the surface.
I met Rezacks when I was bargaining with his wife for food. She ran the shop for food while he sold the ammunitions and technology. Rashahana, his wife, was over pricing me and I knew it. I could feel it with my mind. When I called her on it she got very hostile, which I could also sense.
Finally, after we argued for a while, Rezacks stepped in. "It will be 1,000 Klenkos." He said sternly. "We do not over price. We bought this for much more."
I knew he was lying. "No, you did not. As a matter of fact, you bought these ballinkas for much less."
He eyed me suspiciously. "You seem so sure."
"I am."
"How?"
I smiled. "I have many secrets."
He caught on quick. "Let me make you a deal. You work for me and the food is yours free."
"What kind of work?" I asked.
"I also sell other things. Things that need much negotiation. You be a negotiator and use your secrets." He said.
"You put much faith in someone you do not know."
"I have a feeling I can." He said with absolute calm.
Funny thing was, I was having a feeling also. I needed to be here and work for this man who seemed so wretched. I just needed to. So I took my father's advice and followed that feeling.
Some people are natural listeners. Some learn to be listeners through years of lessons and studies. I unfortunately was born a listener, yet had to learn to use that ability for good.
I was born on the planet Betazed to Candalice Troi, a Betazoid, and Jamesana, an El-Aurian. When I was born my mother was 22 while my father was 300 years old. I never understood what that really meant until I watched my mother grow old and die at the age of 100 while I myself was the ripe old age of 79 but looked 15. My father and I moved from city to city and then from planet to planet. We had to. No one knew of the El-Aurians or of their long lifelines. And back then, if you didn't know of them, they were either no worth socializing with or enemies trying to take over your world. So we constantly moved.
I finally looked like an adult when I turned 150. My father was 450 and still had no white hairs. The ageing fascinated me at first, but then, when I watched my father cry cradling my mother's image, I truly realized what a burden it was. I vowed at that point to never fall in love or let my heart be broken. It was a selfish vow really. I was afraid to leave myself open and suffer for all of eternity because of it. My father condemned me when I told him of my vow.
"Aly," He said. "Falling in love with Candalice, your mother, and spending time with her were the only worth while times of my life. She gave me you."
"But what if I didn't share your long life? What if I had died a hundred years ago and left you alone again?" I asked.
He had looked at me with such patient eyes and a sad smile. "Then I would have moved on by myself."
I was as simple as that. Our race was loners who prayed for those moments when they weren't alone and could share their lives or wisdom.
Betazoids are telepathic. Full Betazoids can not only communicate through thoughts but read other's thoughts as well as feelings. As half, I could only sense strong emotions. I wouldn't have been able to do that even if my mother hadn't of taught me to open my mind and concentrate on who I wanted to "read," as she called it. It got much easier with years of practice. Straight thoughts were almost impossible for me, even though I tried many times. There was only one person who it came easily with.
El-Aurians' powers were a lot more complicated. They were dubbed "listeners" once they were discovered late in my life. I understood that nickname all too well. I always had a great set of listening ears and an inert intuition when I came to advise. My father had said that he too possessed those qualities as well as "some other powers" that he never discussed beyond that.
"If you posses these powers as well, you will find them in time, my dear." He would always say to me.
I did find them later, after he had passed on, so I had no real name for them. They seemed to be self defense mechanisms that I only used at my most desperate moments.
My father died when I was 305. We had found a small town on the planet Kexon 2, the second planet in the Kexon system. Unfortunately, after we had been there for less than a year, a revolution broke out amongst the inhabitants. My father was never an action filled man; he enjoys talking to people more than going on adventures. So when he came to me and told me that he was going to fight, I questioned him.
"I need to do this." He said before he grabbed a laser pistol that we kept around for protection and ran out the door.
He never returned.
I have always held strong to the idea that he died a very heroic death, but I never knew. When I was packing up to leave and find a new home of my own I found a letter addressed to me in my father's handwriting. I cried when I read it and I still carry it around with me to this day.
It read:
My daring Alysiana,
When you red this I know I will be dead yet alive in your heart. When you were born I prayed that you had a limited life like your mother and then I said a thank you prayer when it turned out that you didn't. I have spent a majority of my life alone and wouldn't wish that burden onto anyone but I was so over joyed to have you along with me. When I leave you, you will undoubtedly question me and I will simply say that this is something I must do. Our species is very intuitive, you know that. One of the traits of our characters that I have found over the years is a feeling. I can only describe it as an urge. I felt it when I was deciding on what planet to settle on. I felt it the second I met your mother. And I fell it now.
I go into this war hoping for my death. Now only because I can no longer live but also for you, my darling. So that you may learn to live on your own, however hard that may seem. Remember that I love you. Jamesana
That was it. I was officially on my own.
I took whatever money I had left and bought my way onto a convoy heading for a planet called Babalonia. It was a beautiful planet from space, but a hate filled one on the surface.
I met Rezacks when I was bargaining with his wife for food. She ran the shop for food while he sold the ammunitions and technology. Rashahana, his wife, was over pricing me and I knew it. I could feel it with my mind. When I called her on it she got very hostile, which I could also sense.
Finally, after we argued for a while, Rezacks stepped in. "It will be 1,000 Klenkos." He said sternly. "We do not over price. We bought this for much more."
I knew he was lying. "No, you did not. As a matter of fact, you bought these ballinkas for much less."
He eyed me suspiciously. "You seem so sure."
"I am."
"How?"
I smiled. "I have many secrets."
He caught on quick. "Let me make you a deal. You work for me and the food is yours free."
"What kind of work?" I asked.
"I also sell other things. Things that need much negotiation. You be a negotiator and use your secrets." He said.
"You put much faith in someone you do not know."
"I have a feeling I can." He said with absolute calm.
Funny thing was, I was having a feeling also. I needed to be here and work for this man who seemed so wretched. I just needed to. So I took my father's advice and followed that feeling.