"My dearest daughter, you must listen carefully now. I am sending you away, you will be with the other Elites so you will not be lonely. But daughter, please understand, there was only enough resources for the three of you. Moma and I" Papa's voice broke, he was holding in tears, as he strapped me into the pod. I could tell he was trying to be strong for me- tears sprung into my eyes. That's all Papa strove for, to ensure that I was happy so much so I was about to become one of the last three of my kind. He was naturally a free spirit never tied down by bad emotions.
"Your Mona and i" Papa repeated, taking in a deep breath, " we can not go with you on this journey. Okay? You have to be a brave little girl from now on. You can do that for Moma and I, cant you sugar?"
"Papa please! I want to be with you and Moma, I don't want to leave!" I yelled, i couldn't leave them behind. Not now when i just learnt that our world was going to be engulfed in flames. Eradicated. I couldn't do it!
"Papa please. Please!" I cried. Tears started streaming down my face, but I didn't wipe them away.
"Sugar, calm down" Papa soothed. "Its okay-you will be okay."
I couldn't listen to Papa. I wanted to stay here! If they were to burn then sure as gods I would burn with them. My sobs were becoming uncontrollable. I wanted Moma! I couldn't leave! Surly Moma would understand.
"b. . .but Papa, wh-where's Moma?" I stuttered.
Papa, having just finished strapping me into the seat, froze. Taking shaking hands he clasped my small hands. His large ones engulfing my own small ones. He squeezed tight, looking me in the eye. There was a fresh tear sliding down his check, and I wanted so badly to wipe it away so Papa wasn't sad anymore.
"You know your Moma loves you very much, dont you?' He questioned quietly.
I nodded my head, a wave of wariness washed over me. I had I feeling i knew what Papa was saying, but I couldn't believe it. She wouldn't do that.
Papa's voice wavered as he whispered, "Your Moma, she had t t t-to stay with the council, make sure our people were-
"NO! SHE HAS TO SAY GOODBYE!" I yelled, anger now surfacing. I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.
"NO! Please Papa, tell Moma to come here! Please!"
He was crying now, tears staining his cheeks. He reached out to me and pulled me into his chest, hugging me tightly-an atempt to calm me down. His own tears falling onto my head.
I knew I had to leave, for the sake of our people, but I didn't understand why Moma couldn't be here. I needed her.
I felt Papa kiss the top of my head, mumbling "I love you"s and 'I'm sorry"s.
Gripping Papa's scholar robes closer to my chest, I took in his scent-for probably the last time. Papa always smelled like musty books and ink. A strange smell to others, but one I found comfort in when upset.
Pulling out of our embrace, Papa smiled at me.
"Your Moma really did want to be here, but she couldn't. She wants me to tell you that she loves you to earth and back. Moma and I, were going to be with you no matter where you are." He spoke softly, while placing our in twine hands over my heart.
"Forever" he whispered.
I just nodded in response, my 13 year old self still not fully able to respond with actual words.
Removing his hands from my own, Papa finally moved away.
We both swirled our heads to the right when we heard a scream. It tore through me like a great shard of glass. I felt my eyes widen and pulse quicken, my heart thudding like a rock rattling in box. The scream came again, desperate and terrified.
The end of the world has begun. The end of my world.
I looked to Papa for reassurance, but found none. With confident movements Papa finished preparing my pod. Watching him adjust the coordinates I fell into a trance.
This was it. Everything, everyone I ever knew would be gone forever. My whole life was about to be torn apart. I didn't even know these other Elites. I'd heard stories about them, but they were on the other side of the world. Probably already launched deep into space. I just knew that I was one of three. Papa made sure i knew everything about our traditions, rituals and legends from no age. They were ingrained into my brain. I could recite tales about our history far better than adults in our society.
Papa's sigh brought me back to reality. Wiping his brow, sweat dripping down his face. His face was red, the heat becoming more intense now.
"That's it. Everything's set, sugar."
He pulled me in for another quick hug. It was too short. I wanted to melt in his arms, I wanted these last few seconds to last an eternity. Pulling put of our embrace, papa placed his hands on my shoulders.
"Be strong my daughter." Papa mouthed.
And with that, he stepped back and with a click closed the hatch on the pod. And that was it. That would be the last time I ever saw my Papa.
The pod began shaking, and I heard a the navigator ground to life. I wanted to see Papa one more time before I was launched into space. As the personal consult system (PCS) started counting down, I locked eyes with Papa.
10
9
8- smoke curled itself around the pod, I found it difficult to make out Papa's outline.
7
6- It was getting darker. I couldn't see Papa.
5
4
3- I couldn't see anything now. There was a blackness invading all my sense.
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1. . .
I was brought back to consciousness by a high pitch, rhythmic sound. It was coming from my right, a constant but steady sound. I felt disorientated, the memory was still fresh in my head. Taking a few steady breaths, I organised my thoughts.
Where was I? Keeping my eyes closed, I address my surroundings and injuries.
Firstly, and probably the most obvious was the dull ache I felt when I breathed, so I diffinatly broke my ribs. Although, considering that I could only feel a dull ache, and the pain wasnt too extreme i must either have been unconscious for at least a few days or whomever-whatever found me in that ocean gave me pain reducer.
Secondly, I was restrained. My legs, and arms were strapped down to what I was laying in. It wasnt uncomfortable, just noticable. My arms were attached to something cold -metal? Subtly, still keeping my eyes shut, I asscess the material.
Cold, although warming slightly when I pressed my hands onto the material. Metal of some sort. This could only mean one thing, the planet I crashed into is inhibited by a dominant species. Metal of any sorts, iron, aluminium or copper is found in ore, which has to be mined. Dug from the ground with machinery, and only an apex species could do such a thing.
So, some adquently advance species has found me, strapped me down, and has unknown intentions for me.
Just Great. The Gods really liked to test me.
The rhymatic beeping? I'm guessing is connected to me, like a monitor of some sorts. Taking into account that the rhythm was steady and coincides with my own heart, I would say-and Papa would be proud of me- that this monitor is recording the electrical impulses that my heart is producing at every heart beat.
So this species has intelligence. I wonder if they have scholars? Like Papa.
I had yet to open my eyes, although I knew there was no one in the same room as me, I didn't want to risk alerting this new species I was awake until I had devise a plan.
Had they encountered an alien before? What would they do if they hadn't?
Was I gonna make a run for it?
Demand they free me?
Act lost and clueless?
Then a thought occurred to me. Would I even be able to understand them? Probably not, not many habitatable planets knew the tongue the Murcurian's spoke. I would have to learn their common tongue. Oh, I loved a challenge. Being the daughter of the high Scholar ment that learning languages was a fashionable hobby of mine, forced onto me by my Papa. Not that I complained. I loved learning languages and cultures, some so different to my own. It was exciting- exhilarating to be able to communicate to different species. I always did have a soft spot for seemingly impossible tasks. Moma had said it was the Elite in me. Papa had argued that it was beacuse I was the High Scholar's daughter, whom always loved a challenge.
Oh Moma, if you could see me now.
A few scheming minutes passed and I knew what my plan was. Actually I had several.
Route A; Let them make the 1st move. Observe, and if they become violent and want to eat my brain-get out of there by any means possible, preferably with my life and sanity intact.
Route B; Again, let them make a move first, I won't know exactly how to communicate, so keep calm, no communication, let them think me non-threatening. Ill make myself small, cute and adorable.
Yeah, I was still working out the kincks.
First step, open eyes.
I 'awoke' suddenly, as if it was an emergency, and sleeping had became a dangerous thing. I allow panic to fill me, and as expected the monitor to my right started going crazy, the once steady rhythm rising to my panic.
Gods I was good.
I force my self up into a sitting position, as much as my restraints would allow, scared and confused. Finally able to take in the room, I devoured the details.
A white room, four walls and only one door a good 4 sprinting strides away. No windows-expected. White tiles. Nothing here but the mere bed I sat in and Mr.Monitor in the coner. No tools, weapons, nothing.
It's so clean, nothing to give me a glimpse of the imps that brought me here- I instantly disliked it.
Mere seconds later, a jingling come from the direction of the door.
This is it, I'm going to meet my captures.
Once the door swung open I snapped my head from Mr.Monitor to the creature that walked in.
A/N; Hiya, to my grand total of 12 readers! What do u think of my story? I promise the plot will only get better.
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