Not long after the conversation, Ameena took me back to my ship and I took some painkillers. After she cleaned my leg wound, it wouldn't stop bugging me. I also took a dose of the medication to help clear my head, and hoped it kicked in by the time I reached the hut again. Well, by the time I got back, I'd say it had done its job pretty good. I remembered my name, Andrew Squallwing, my age, 19, and my home planet, Corneria. But, I remembered the bad memories as well as the good ones. I recalled my days at the Cornerian training Academy, how everyone made fun of my blue fur… the only thing I could do to prove myself to the others was to outdo them. I passed all aspects of my classes with flying colours. By my third year, everyone wanted to hang around with the "freak". But I chose to hang around with the ones who were my friends even when no one else was, the ones dubbed "unpopular" by the rest of the academy. By sticking by them, I inspired them with hope. They saw me as a hero, their idol. I always told them, "Just be yourself. Trust your instincts and you cannot fail." Those were the last words I said to them before I was chosen to go into space for an exploration program offered to students who had achieved top scores in their classes. I gratefully accepted. Little did I know that it would turn out to be more than I bargained for.
Well. This chapter was a little shorter than the others, but that's cause there's a part 2. I couldn't come up with a good name, so I just made one up. Well, the last name at least. The first name is mine! Besides, refering to the main character as myself helps me express good feelings through him. Part 2 coming soon!