Chapter 2: Childhood
This chapter is about Sh'par and his childhood years (10-12ish).
Ding-dong! Or whatever noise an alien doorbell makes! H'ran waited patiently outside, humming his favorite tune. The door opened, and he saw the familiar face of M'l'arr.
"Why, hello, H'ran. Come in, please." She waved her hand towards the living room where Sh'par was sitting in front of the entertainment box. He heard his friend's name and ran to the door.
"H'ran! How ya' doin', man?!"
"I'm cool, h'bout you?"
"Can't complain...Wanna go play Kn'arfs Ball?"
"Dude! Why else do you think I'm here? To see you?" The two boys cracked up, then gathered up the needed equipment for the sport.
"Didja get the other guys?" Sh'par asked as they closed the door behind them.
"Duh! Now let's go!" They ran to the nearby park, meeting their friends. The group of boys played Kn'arfs Ball, unaware that they were being watched.
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"See that one? The one in Blue?" Pointed one of the off-worlder shadows to the other.
"Yeah, what about him?"
"Watch!"
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"Head's up, Sh'par! The ball's going your way!" Sh'par jumped up, morphing into a Pl'ip'ra a flying creature – you try coming up with these things!. H'ran sighed, "Come on, Sh'par! No powers!"
"Sorry," called the bird as it flapped down with the ball. "I always forget!"
"Well remember, will ya? You don't see me using my telekinesis to get the ball in the pit!"
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"Hoo-wee! Didjou see that, Mike?"
"Sure did, Harold. That is who the boss wants."
The second shadowed figure nodded, listening to the first one's plan.
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"Not counting the ball that Sh'par caught, our team won!" one of the boys on the other team cried. Some of the boys in the group were planning to go out for some P'negs and Fr'im, but Sh'par and H'ran decided to hang out at the park a little longer.
H'ran was going to the other side of the park, where the playset was. Sh'par decided to gather up the equipment, putting them all in a large bag. Just then, two large figures jumped out and grabbed him. They dumped out the Kn'arfs Ball stuff and choved him in the bag. "Let's go, Harold, we don't want to keep the boss waiting," Mike heaved the bulging sack onto his shoulder.
"Let me outta here!" cried Sh'par as he morphed into a Z'nat, the large farming animal of the planet Yyintslae. The bag burst open as Sh'par leapt out. Unfortunately for him, Mike and Harold were prepared. They shot a tranquilizer dart into his neck, catching him as he fell.
"Cake," said Harold. "It's a good thing you brought that gun just in case!"
"Uhh, Harold, we need to get out of here right now!" The two kidnappers noticed H'ran running towards them, telekinetically making the Kn'arfs Ball fly at them.
"Drop the Z'nat and put your hands in the air!"
Harold let his side of the animal boy fall to the ground as Mike smirked proudly. "Like that's gonna happen." He pushed a button on his gun and they disappeared in front of H'ran's very eyes.
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"Ohhhhh! Ohh, my baby!" cried M'larr. H'ran had hurried to his best friend's house as fast as he could.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Ma'rocgk. I tried to stop them, but they vanished!"
"Where could they be?" asked K'lrk angrily. "Why would they want him? What for? He's just a boy!"
"No, Husband, he's our son. He's a very special boy – who wouldn't want him?"
K'lrk sighed. "But why would someone kidnap him?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" H'ran asked. He said goodbye and headed home for the evening meal.
