Author: Caelan
Couple: M / L , K/ T
Summary: What if the pod squad had left in the pilot?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Prologue
Beginnings are the artificial constructs of man: An attempt to reign in and control the fluidity of time, a way to denote changes from previous states into new involved entities. From the darkness of point A, light now emerges creating point B.
But what if you couldn't track your beginnings?
All reference points and beacons having been washed away by an unknown force. Like a wanderer, you move restlessly from moment to moment because without beginnings you can have no endings. A fragile symbiotic relationship once destroyed leaves you set adrift in a sea of nothingness.
I could begin my story at the moment I awake from the darkness trapped behind iron bars. The stink of blood and rotting flesh mingles in the air. How I reach up to run my fingers through my long black hair, but find only black fuzz. I could tell you about the brand burned into back of my neck marking me as one of "them." Trapped body and soul I let details slip away from me so maybe that's not the beginning.
Maybe the beginning starts when they free my body. When Khivar wraps a threadbare blanket around my shivering shoulders, and speaks so elegantly on the evils of human fear and persecution. How he will always keep me safe and no one will ever hurt me again.
I don't believe him of course. I know he wants something. No matter the species they always want something. He soon shows his true self.
No, I will have to say that the real beginning starts when I stop looking for it. I stop trying to order, classify, and examine the chaos. I move with the darkness not against it. That's the thing about not having any real established memories. You get to make things up as you go along. Define your true self through impulse. I sometimes think about who I might have been before the darkness.
A sweet, innocent, naive girl.
The problem is I'm not the girl anymore and maybe that's the exact beginning I've been looking for.
