In this thread I will be writing an original fiction of mine, based on an old plot idea I had lying around, though sadly it never took off. Instead, I will change it into a piece of fiction here.
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As I woke from the slumber I was put into I opened up my eyes. Scanning the room, I soon realised that this wasn't home. I was trapped inside of a tube that was filled with a green coloured liquid, causing my vision of everything outside of the tube to be green coloured as well. There were two odd looking beings busy with a Tarionese that was lying unconsciously on what appeared to be some kind of table or bed.
The two creatures had hair on their heads to begin with, they had five fingers at each of their hands, they wore garment that seemed to offer little protection, yet covered up a major part of their bodies.
In the corner of my eye, I noticed a Minatey in a much smaller tube, obviously in fear as it pounded hard against the glass wall and seemingly shouted something, though I couldn't hear what the little one was trying to say. Looking at it, I felt sorry for the creature while fear also started to well up in me, not knowing where I was and what was going on at this strange place. Shoving my own fear aside for a second, I reached out to the being that closely resembled a pixie, even if it lacked wings and hair and only had three fingers at each of his hands.
What is upsetting you so, little one? My voice rang telephatically through his head, connecting with him in the only way that was currently possible. Sign language was no use and even if he would hear me, speaking out loud wasn't something my kind was capable of. Instead, we communicated through telepathic manners and as long as we did, the other could respond by either talking or just thinking their answer.
The being paused for a moment, listening to my voice and looking around in the room to find the source of the sound.
My mommy, she is not here.. Where is she? Where is my mommy? It asked, the voice I heard in my thoughts souding surprisingly young. This was just a child.
When I caught something moving, my attention got pulled towards the two creatures and the by nature almost demonic looking being they had been busy with. The Tarionese got up on his hooved legs and grabbed one of the creatures at his neck with his clawed hand, throwing it against the wall behind him.
It wasn't uncommon for Tarionese to fight, that much was certain, but in a way he looked just as scared and confused as the Minatey and I did.
He caught me looking at him, and even if we were natural enemies, he wasn't the reason I was scared, and neither was I the reason he was being afraid. Our reason was something entirely different, and when our eyes met I knew we both understood one thing.
This place, whatever it was, wasn't the planet where he, I or the Minatey were born. This planet was one none of us had never heard of or seen before, considering the fact they had been trying to cut into his flesh while the Tarionese had been unconscious, the creatures who lived here were not friendly.
We had to get away as soon as possible.
The Tarionese walked over to my tube and with only a few violent smashes, it shattered to pieces and the fluid flooded onto the ground.
Without saying a word it walked over to the tube of the Minatey, smashing that one to bits too. With the tube and liquid it contained no longer bothering me, I could now see the colours of everything and hear things again.
The two creatures that were unknown to me, had a pink coloured skin and their coats had a white colour. The one that had been smashed against the wall was now bleeding.
The loud sound of an alarm could be heard in the room, but I chose to ignore and instead got up and walked over to the Tarionese and Minatey.
"Mommy! Mommy! Where is my mommy?" It yelled panicked and scared, looking at me and the Tarionese. As it continued calling for his parent, the annoyance became visible on the dragon like head of the Tarionese.
"SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS CHILD!" It roared, causing the child to stop calling. Instead, it started to cry.
Shooting a glare towards the Tarionese, I picked the young being up and held it in my hands, trying to figure out how to calm it down.
The Tarionese noticed the look on my face and snorted as I tried to calm the silver being. The little creature had changed his skin into actual silver, and I felt sorry for it. When I was younger, my parents had taught me a lot about the Minatey and Tarionese, and told me that when they felt scared, they changed their skin into actual silver as a way to protect themselves. So far, they were the only known creatures capable of doing so.
“Just be glad I did not rip you apart, Nezrail.” I heard the Tarionese growl, and turned to look at him.
I was a Nezrail, it was the species I belonged to. And no matter how I hated to admit it, he was right. I should be glad he didn’t try to kill me, because regardless of our situation, that only would’ve made sense. We were natural enemies and while my kind preferred to avoid fights, his had a very violent nature and would usually spoken never hesitate to pick up a fight. And I knew that if it came down to a fight, I would lose from him, there was no doubting that question.
Regardless of the bond between our kinds, there was no need to make the child cry. My voice echoed through his head.
“Whatever. Discussing my behavior is not going to get us any further and I do not know about you, but I do not want to stay in this gods forsaken place.” He answered, looking around in the room.
“My scythe. It is gone.” He said, before taking a short glance at me.
“And so is your garment.” I looked at myself after he spoke, and realized he was right. My silver garment had been taken off, exposing the golden coloured skin underneath it, along with the white, curling striped markings that decorated my body.
The garment my kind usually wore was not because we were ashamed of our skin and bodies, but to protect or most vulnerable parts if we would be unfortunate enough to be attacked. Each Nezrail had a different kind of garment, depending on what he or she preferred, but there was one thing all garments had in common: it did not cover the inner parts of our hands and the soles of our feet.
Despite the fact I should not be, I was ashamed for being stripped off from my garment, and the white markings on my body started to give off a faint glow.
“Here, put it on if you really care so much for it.” The Tarionese growled into my direction, tossing me a pair of clothes. I looked at the clothing for a moment and soon recognized it.
You stripped off the clothes of that creature? I asked, looking at him.
“He appears to be dead anyway, so I suppose you will find it more usable than he does. Or she. Or whatever gender it is from.”
As he spoke, I realized the other one of the creatures had fled, probably a while ago, when the Tarionese had attacked the other one. I shoved the thought away and looked at the clothes again for a moment.
You cannot just steal clothes, not even when the owner is dead. You should show respect and-
“Okay, look. You are the one who is feeling ashamed for not wearing garment of any sort, while it is normal for the Minatey and I to walk around without something to cover our skin, so if you are offered an alternative, do not be an ungrateful bitch.” The Tarionese interrupted me. I opened my mouth to protest, but decided otherwise and kept my mouth shut instead. He was right again. I was the one being ashamed while I should not be, and by offering me these clothes he had only been trying to help. Without saying anything I put on the clothing.
“Though regardless of how our kinds act towards each other, I must say it is a pity that the ones of your species need to protect themselves by using garments. You are quite beautiful beings, and your garments hide that.” His remark surprised me, and I wasn’t really sure how to react. I had never considered the possibility that despite their violent natures, some Tarionese could care for the beauty of things.
It occurs to me we have not been properly introduced yet. My name is Althea I spoke to both of the two creatures to change the subject of our conversation, picking the Minatey, which I had placed on the bed like thing, back up again, and smiled gently towards him. He had stopped crying and though he was quiet, I figured that was only because the Tarionese had scared him.
“You can call me Nikon.” The Tarionese answered.
I looked at Nikon for a moment and nodded, before looking at the little creature In my hands. “And what is your name, young one?” I asked, and it looked back at me.
“Br-Branwen” It squealed softly, looking up to Nikon and me with fear visible on his face.
Do not worry Branwen, nothing is wrong. You do not have to be afraid of anything. Do you understand? Branwen looked up to me with his eyes, which were entirely black and seemed to lack sclerosis and irises, filled with tears. He rubbed the tears away and nodded quietly, though he didn’t change his skin back to its normal structure yet. I smiled sadly and tucked Branwen into the pocket of the white coat I was wearing and despite still being scared, he stuck his head out of the pocket to still be able see what was happening around him.
I looked back at Nikon and my smile faded. Nikon looked back at me, still obviously annoyed.
“We need to find my scythe. I want it back.” He growled, but I shook my head.
Give me your hand first. I answered, causing Nikon to sigh.
“What is the big deal with your kind touching hands all the time? When I witness one of your species meeting another before I kill them they always place their hand against the hand of the other.”
When one of my kind places the bare inner part of their hand against te hand of another, they become aware of each other's intentions. It is a way for us to see if we can trust the ones we face. And I suppose we both want to know if we can trust the other. I spoke, looking at him as I raised my hand.
“And you do that with every single being you meet? Seriously, it sounds like your kind has some trust issues.” He grumbled, but held up his claw like hand and placed it against mine regardless.
I closed my eyes and what I saw did not exactly surprise me. Nikon had no intention to kill me or Branwen at all, at least not for now. He did however wish to harm the other of the two creatures that had currently been here, and the mental image of that was anything but pleasant. I quickly pulled back my hand and took a deep breath. Of course I knew Tarionese were violent beings as it was in their nature, and it only made sense he would have at least one intention that contained fighting or killing, but I wasn’t used to much blood at all. And the image that was shown to me was perhaps the most horrid thing I could have imagined.
It appears you do not wish to bring harm to the child nor to me. I said, my markings giving of a faint glow again.
“Which if you had used common sense, also could have figured after I got the two of you out of your tubes and offered you clothes to cover up your body. Now, help me find my damn scythe.” Nikon grunted, pacing around in the room and shoving things aside, as if to see if his scythe had been hidden by behind it. I tried to help Nikon to find his weapon while he made a big mess out of the room, which made it only harder for me to search for the scythe properly.
Eventually, he let out a frustrated sigh. “It is not here!” He roared, slamming his fists against the wall. I tried to place a hand on his shoulder in an assuring way, but before I could make any physical contact with him he fiercely swat my hand away.
“I do not desire the comfort of a creature belonging to a laughable species that is so weak that after existing for centuries, still suffers with the emotion of guilt when forced to cause pain or death.” He grumbled, and I made sure to create safe distance between Nikon and I. He may have had no intentions to kill, but I didn’t want to endure the consequences of doing something stupid while he was frustrated.
After a moment of silence Nikon pressed himself away from the wall and walked towards the metal doors of the strange room we were at.
“I suppose we are left with no choice but to leave without my scythe.” He announced. Opening his mouth and revealing two rows of teeth at both his upper and lower jaw he started to breathe an ice blue coloured fire, melting a small hole into the door. Once he had melted a hole that was big enough for both of us to fit through, he shut his mouth again, stopping the stream of fire. As he stepped aside he looked at me.
"After you, princess" He growled, but with a mocking voice.