A/N: Hey everybody! I hope all of you had a great labor day weekend (if you're non-US, then I hope your weekend was great anyway :D). I finally got caught up in all my homework, so I figured I'd do a celebratory post.

FYI: I did this chapter in Nomikna's pov just to give you guys some insight of the Isriska. I hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 28

Nomikna

Love. It was as simple as that. Love is the connecting force between all life forms. Without love, you cannot have hate. Love is so much harder. It is easy to not care about anyone other than oneself. It is harder to find love within another individual. Love is the most valued product to our people and it is cherished forever. The outsider named Rachel nailed it, without even trying. I had to smile.

I watched as my mother's people filed out of the thrown room, gossiping about the new-comers. When they were all gone, I turned to my mother.

"Mother?"

She turned to me, her wise violet eyes staring into my turquoise ones.

"You are fond of these strangers, are you not Nomikna?"

"I am."

"You wish to help them."

"With your permission." She smiled at me.

"Oh Nomikna, even if I say no, you will do so anyway." I looked down at my feet, momentarily ashamed of my mothers admission. I knew she was right. If she had told me no, I would have snuck out and went with them anyway. I was fascinated by these new comers. I had a feeling they were not like our Isrisa, the wingedless ones who were punished into being wingedless. That is the greatest punishment for an Isriska. To have one's wings cut off and outcasted from the rest. Some youngsters are born with a defect that make them wingedless. They are rare and usually accepted but cannot work as anything higher than a servant or an apprentice. They are usually isolated and live quiet lives. I had a feeling these new comers were not wingedless because of deformity or dishonor, but because that is how they are. They look like us, but they are wingedless and it utterly fascinated me. I wanted to learn more. I felt compelled to learn more.

"If I were your age, Nomikna, I would do the same thing." My mother told me, and I looked up at her, afraid to believe she would let me go. "Go with the wingedless ones and their Andalite." She said and I grinned and hugged her.

"Thank you!" I stepped back and ran towards the door.

"Nomikna!" my mother's voice was scolding. I stopped in my tracks and realized my error. I beat my wings so I was hovering above the ground. Running and walking were for children. When you reached a certain age, you were to only use your wings unless you are a servant or standing. Royalty always flew when in motion. I felt the rule was stupid and meant to be broken and I did it quite often when not in my mothers view. When I was out of her sight, I landed and ran through the halls, excited to learn more about the strangers who were eating in our dining hall.

I entered the dining hall to see the strangers picking at the food before them, looking like they had no clue as to what it was. I studied them. The four that looked like Isrisa did not bother me. But the Andalite did. I knew the Andalite had morphed to look like his so-called friends. He couldn't fool me with his morph. My people have heard of the Andalite scourge. They claim to be the defenders of the galaxy but are not against destroying whole races. I heard they once used a form of genocide on a species called the Hork Bajir and destroyed several other species the same way all in the name of justice. The thought made me physically ill. I made a mental note to beware of the Andalite and look for any signs of his corruption.

I was fascinated with the wingedless ones though. I had a feeling that their species was always wingedless and it was utterly fascinating. I wanted to learn more about them but they turned around and noticed me studying them. The one named Cassie smiled at me. The one named Jake stared at me, his expression unreadable. The one named Rachel looked like she was lost in her thoughts of her beloved and the one named Marco studied me and I felt my heart flutter as he looked into my eyes.

"Hello Nomikna." Cassie greeted me.

"Hello." I said and walked over to them, stretching my wings out to their full size and folding them behind me.

"This is edible right?" The one named Marco asked me and I found I liked the sound of his voice. It was different from the others. The rest of the humans sent him a sharp look and I tried not to laugh. He was kind of humorous. The others must have thought he was insulting me or something.

"Actually, I feel the Ikaka is rather…distasteful myself." I stated, pointing out the plate infront of Marco. "I would recommend the Sprika and the Lasha." They stared at me blankly. "The Sprika is a delicacy around here, it's…a…I believe you would call it soup, and the Lasha, I believe would be your equivalent to bread."

The outsiders gave a look of understanding and took my advice. The named Jake offered me a seat next to him and Marco. I accepted and sat down with them but did not eat. I wasn't hungry.

"So, where do we find this Rewolf thing?" Marco asked me. I smiled at him.

"you can't."

All of them stopped to look at me. Even Rachel.

"What!" The blonde named Rachel demanded. Her voice loud and sharp. Her blue eyes held a fire in them I only saw in my mother's eyes.

"You cannot find the Rewolf. It is…an amazing discovery. Your best chance of seeking it is through the mountains. On the very top can you find it, if it lets you."

"What do you mean, if it lets you?" Cassie asked me, curiosity filled her eyes.

"The Rewolf has a mind of its own, if you will. It will not appear to those without a pure intention. When the Rewolf is used as it's supposed to, the effects can be…beautiful. But when used in the wrong way…well, it can become murderous."

"your people suspected we were after the Rewolf." Cassie said, looking directly at me. "That's why we were imprisoned. That's why your mother held court." I nodded. "They thought we wanted it for the wrong reasons." I nodded again, and stared at Cassie. She was intuitive and I knew I would have to watch myself around her.

"You are correct." I stated. "We try to weed out the wrong searchers for the Rewolf. But sometimes, we can be fooled." They all seemed satisfied with my answer and they returned to their meal, but the Andalite, now in a morph similar to the others stared at me, a suspicious expression on his face. I stared back, keeping my face expressionless as I saw into his mind.

I have no new pronunciations. All the food will not come back to haunt you, so I figure, it doesn't really matter if you know how I think of it being pronounced. If you'd like to know, I can post it in the next chapter, but for now, I'm going to leave it alone. :D Hope you all enjoyed!

aizxana I'm glad you're enjoying my insanity ;D. I've had the same thought about morphing and pregnancy, I wouldn't think it would do anything, but you never know.

GenesisDragon I will check it out once I finish my post :D.

CASSIE101:D Yes, I'm glad too. Good to know I was missed ;D though you probably were more interested in the story. :D I figured it would make reading easier if you had a base on how to pronounce the language I created. I know a few times I wished KAA would have done the same. :D

rockergurl13: maybe…maybe not…you never know. Muahahahahha

LucreziaNoin86: Kind of a slower chapter, but the next will get into some bigger plot development. :D Hope you enjoyed

Quillian hehe, real life is going…I think my friends are starting to become slightly scared of me recently, but it just amuses the heck out of me. :D Hope everything's going good for you.

Wow, for some reason, that felt like a lot of reviews to go through…hhmmm, keep it up:D