I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything…
I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.
I took a deep breath with a gentle smile on my beautiful face. It was fresh and cool. Just the way I loved it. This was one of my ordinary days… or so I thought… and the time of the day that I loved the most.
I broke into a run, making my way through the giant trees. I climbed and leaped from one tree to another. My steps were sure and agile. Almost soundless. The wind whipped my face and body; it was welcoming. I could feel the rush that ran throughout my system. It was exhilarating!
I always did my training without fault and without absence since I learned to walk. My father always taught me and spoke to me through telepathy whenever he wasn’t busy guarding the lower dimensional worlds in the Milky Way Galaxy. It was his duty as an Arcturian being. Therefore, I’d never seen him in person in my entire life.
My thoughts were busy of what my future may hold for me as I ran, climbed, and jumped. I was hunting nothing but myself, my vague future and my mother’s murderer that I knew nothing about. It was like chasing a shadow in the midst of a dark place. It was frustrating. I didn’t know where to start but I knew that I had to join the Elite Aryan Army. I will participate in the so-called Banatan, the recruitment of new elite warriors, in a fortnight. From there, I had a gut feeling that I would learn something about the mystery why and how my beloved Aryan mother was murdered a few months ago.
That scene when she was brought home lifeless played in my mind again like it was only yesterday…
I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands into tight balls as I ran.
I will never forget it for as long as I live. And I swore that I’d find justice for her, using my own two hands, even if it would take a while and even if my life would be at stake.
I shall have my revenge in due time. Yes, this I vowed ever since my sister and I laid her to rest in our yard. I swore I will have that no matter what!
My sister, Shahrae, and I were laughing as we enjoyed our day meal. She was wearing a blue dress that always made her look like a princess. She had waist-long honey-colored hair, green eyes like any typical Aryans, pearly white skin, and petite as I was but she looked more graceful and fragile—especially when I was beside her to compare with.
“Oh, how I wished mother sees you on the way you eat!” She laughed so hard. She always commented on how I ate because I was like a warrior who could eat a dozen platters in a fast pace in a mere dot.
Our mother wasn’t living with us anymore. I thought she was happy living in the huge palace with the “King.” It was seldom that she visited us because her husband had forbidden her to see us often as she wanted to. I supposed that the King wasn’t so fond of us, his queen’s daughters with different fathers. Well, maybe I couldn’t blame him. Nonetheless, it hurt my mother and us in the process. It wasn’t just right in my book. But then again, we couldn’t do anything about it. Our mother appeared to love him just like the other intimate partners she had in her life.
“You know that I do the hard work around the house more than you do. You should remind yourself that,” I teased my sister.
She pouted prettily. My sister was fonder of cooking and cleaning the house than I was, while I would go out and hunt some little animals for our everyday meal. And I also always helped our fellow Aigleans in farming and training the little boys how to fight. These were my great happiness.
I feel like I am no different from the Aryans even though I am half-Arcturian, the one and only in our world. Being half-Aryan is both weird and a blessing—weird because I was conceived in a different way as my mother had a short-lived relationship with someone who wasn’t living in our world and a blessing because I am stronger than any normal Aryan being.
My sister was about to say something in rebuttal when we heard a knock on the door. She drank the bark juice that I gathered early this morning before she stood up to peer outside. I quickly ran toward her when I heard her gasp and cry.
I followed her immediately and stopped when I reached where she was, at the doorway. Her hands covered her face. I felt like I was shaken, and I swayed slightly that I had to hold onto the doorframe so I won’t fall.
Our mother was lying inside a rectangular sparkling glass box, lifeless. Although she seemed to be sleeping in that state, I couldn’t hear her thoughts even though I probed deeper. Yes, it meant she was gone.
My throat was constricted with controlled emotion. And I blinked fast.
How? What happened to her? Why is she in there? These were the questions that reeled in my head.
My beautiful mother, who was dressed in a golden gown and with a jeweled tiara on her forehead, was already dead after becoming a queen for only a year! I had trouble figuring out what happened to her.
“Why is she in this state?” I demanded angrily. I turned to one of the soldiers who carried her home and I looked at the others afterward.
The six tall and well-built soldiers put the rectangular glass box down to the ground. And the soldier who seemed to lead the ones who carried my mother answered sorrowfully, “We are sorry about her passing. It is unknown to the King why she died but she had been ill for days…”“Our mother wasn’t ill for a day!” My crying sister sounded hysterical when she butted in. Her beautiful face was tear-stained. She kneeled before the rectangular glass box and placed her hands on its surface as she continued to cry.I blinked hard and fast to still myself and control my emotions. I watched my sister cry her heart out and I couldn’t do anything. I stood there, holding my own tears. Because if I’d also break down and become weak, who would Shahrae lean on at this moment? I had to be strong! But my heart was already lamenting, yelling why it happened to our beloved mother. She was a very good Aryan. She was a very good and loving mother to us. But she… she was
I jumped down from the branch of the blue tree, taking a few light steps. Then I suddenly stood still, feeling my surroundings and listening to the breathing of the forest. My thoughts were obviously dragged to the present when I felt I wasn’t alone anymore in the Aiglean forest. I could just tell it right away as I could sense another presence. An unfamiliar aura.“That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier, Xerra, but you were so busy with your own thoughts,” Ponpon pointed out when I took my poniard out of its small scabbard that was securely tied around my left thigh. I revitalized myself using my own violet aura. My heart rate was then back to normal like I never ran for miles.I smirked at Ponpon, then I looked around us. That was when I saw him, alone. He was perhaps a few years older than me, tall, like six feet and six inches; he had broad shoulders with well-built body that anyone would want to ogle on. And yet, he was graceful
I walked back toward my house after I gathered the bark juice for Shahrae. She loved it since we were little. She was never fond of fruit wine ever since she had a taste of it. Maybe because another reason was that she just blacked out after she had a glass of it. I could only chuckle when I remembered that instance. It was on her sixteenth birthday at the time. Poor Shahrae.From where I was, right in front of the forest, I could see the houses in pyramid style that lined up perfectly. Maybe there were a couple of hundred meters away from each other. The sun was already up high and the land was full of busy, bustling people doing their respective jobs.Flying public transportations could be seen on the horizon in all four directions. Their centermost of destination was somewhere near the Aryan palace, where the King lives. The transportations were mainly oval in shape, with the average dimension of twenty meters in length by ten meters in width and by ten meters in heig
The forest was quiet when I got there. I suddenly felt danger coming. I twisted my body sideways and saw a knife hit a green tree. It vibrated when it connected there. I looked in the north side when lasers followed to assault me.“Yetti!” I cursed in Aryan language while I dodged and rolled over to take cover. My back was pressed against the blue tree. I looked up when the tree creaked and groaned. It broke and I rolled to the next one to not get hit when it fell.I peered at the direction the lasers came from. ‘Who are these Aryans? Why are they attacking me?’ I ground my teeth as I took Ponpon out.“This is not good,” he said.“You’re just telling me that now?” I hissed. He was quiet this entire time.“Those are definitely not Aigleans,” he observed. His red eyes were rolling in alert mode. “Your east!” he screamed.I just barely glanced and I dove and rolled towards south, evading the white laser that was going to incinerate me. My heart was a
I dressed up just like my sister wanted me to. It was a simple lavender gown with embedded stones and jewels that could only be found in the Aiglean land. My high-heeled shoes shined because of the jewels that were embedded on them as well. They glittered whenever the light touched them. I did look good for a change, compared to my usual attire.My sister, on the other hand, looked like a princess in her gown tonight. Her hair was caught in a high bun, with curly strands that were left hanging, which framed her beautiful face. It was even more pronounced by the dark makeup she had on, which she did on her own. She was pretty adept on that department, unlike me. She made every Aryan turn his or her head in her direction just to admire her beauty as we walked on. We trudged side by side and were greeted by our fellow guests. There were already the familiar and unfamiliar faces present there. But it was noticeable that there were more unfamiliar faces that stared at us, es
“Oh, who’s there? Who’s there?” Ponpon asked but I didn’t answer. I could feel though that his head wriggled at the handle of my poniard.It was that stranger from the forest alright. My sister seemed to be right with her foresight lately, I supposed. I acted calm and normal, trying not to think what he had done to me in the forest early this morning. I turned my head to look in front of me and nonchalantly drank the fruit wine that was in the glass I held in one hand. It was a gesture that I was ignoring him—if he got what I mean. I did not want to linger or analyze why I feel something whenever he is around. I did not want to read something between the lines… er… in his eyes, rather. I did not want to feel anything at all, especially for this strange Aryan.But it didn’t seem to get what I wanted to relay to him. He sauntered closer to me, and he sat down just beside me on the bench, looking up at the lights above us. I stole a glance at him. There was a
Daraton was following fast on his heels, trying to say something with urgency in a low tone, which I couldn’t hear.I looked down at my lap and took the flower with my free hand. The beautiful and rare flower looked like jelly but it was as hard as plastic. I only heard some things about this rare flower from my fellow Aigleans. It was the first time thought that I got to touch it and peruse it in person. The flower was indeed a wonder.I smelled its sweet scent with a smile, thinking about the stranger.Oh, why, oh, why? Why couldn’t I shake him off my thought? We only met twice but he left me such a deep impression, which was entirely bugging me.‘He knows me. But I don’t know him.’Aside from being the only half-breed on this planet, who everybody must have known me by reputation and name, he seemed to really know me. Personally. That was odd. Who could have told him about me if he was from the north?“Oh, you got yourself an admirer, I see.” O
I went back home after my early morning excursion and found my yawning sister at the kitchen. I placed down the jar of bark juice on the table carefully.“It was quite a long night. It was so nice!” she said dreamily. Her smile was from ear to ear. It was kind of different, which I immediately noticed.“Right. You came in late,” I pointed out to her gently. She told me to go ahead because she wanted to stay longer at the wedding party, so I let her. I was exhausted, that’s why. Well, not physically but more on mentally speaking.‘It was because of that stranger who gave me a guabula!’“Yes, you were so rude. You left me at Oleifa’s!” She turned round to face me, with accusation in her beautiful green eyes. She wasn’t at all dismayed but rather enjoyed her freedom.I rolled my eyes upward. “You said I can go ahead, so I left!” I sat down in the chair and crossed one foot over the other. I put down Ponpon on the table and rested my elbows on the armchair.