The trading planet of Gorox-X5 was a small, red, dusty planet that was the main black market trading hub for that star system. Everyone knew this was the place to find something that was not what could be considered legal; this was a hive of villainy and scum for every race in that galaxy. You could find anything you wanted on Gorox as long as you had the money to buy. It was here in the deepest and darkest part of the planet that the auctions occurred for people smuggling, exotic and desirable specimens were often sold here to wealthy collectors or into slavery.
It was in a dark and dank cell that Elemmíre found herself, chained to the wall by thick iron manacles and unable to move more than a few inches either way. She had long since cried her tears regarding the situation but now she was exhausted beyond words and could do no more than stare at the door of her cell. She was one of the few remaining of her race, the Acornia had been an old race, some said as old as the universe itself. It had been the Acornia that had inspired myths and legends in nearly every culture in the universe. They had always been a peaceful race aligned with the forces of good, it had been their great wisdom and power over some unknown force that had kept their species not only elevated but protected from harm.
However it seemed all that was good in the universe was doomed to fall prey to the darkness and slowly but surely the race of Acornia had been brought down. Now Elemmíre, who had been the star child, daughter of the chief of the clan, had found herself captured away from the rest of her people and about to be sold into a private collector hands. Shaking her starlight silver hair out of her eyes, the long horn that protruded from her forehead glinted with a pearlescent sheen in the darkness. She twitched her legs which ended in two cloven hooves and equine shaped legs, he also had a long beautiful tail which was normally silky but in her captured state it was matted an dirty. The only thing she had been allowed to wear to cover her dignity was a skimpy, sparkling thing that she was to be sold in.
Elemmíre was in a state of complete panic and desperation, she didn’t know where to turn or what to do, her mind raced through all the stories and wisdom of her kind frantic to find something. Then her mind trudged up an old story that her grandmother had told her. The tale had told of a man, one who was mysterious, kind, terrible and as old as they were, a man known only as the Doctor. Clasping her hands together in front of her Elemmíre invoked the power of her race and called out a heartfelt prayer.
“Please, help me Doctor!”
It was in a dark and dank cell that Elemmíre found herself, chained to the wall by thick iron manacles and unable to move more than a few inches either way. She had long since cried her tears regarding the situation but now she was exhausted beyond words and could do no more than stare at the door of her cell. She was one of the few remaining of her race, the Acornia had been an old race, some said as old as the universe itself. It had been the Acornia that had inspired myths and legends in nearly every culture in the universe. They had always been a peaceful race aligned with the forces of good, it had been their great wisdom and power over some unknown force that had kept their species not only elevated but protected from harm.
However it seemed all that was good in the universe was doomed to fall prey to the darkness and slowly but surely the race of Acornia had been brought down. Now Elemmíre, who had been the star child, daughter of the chief of the clan, had found herself captured away from the rest of her people and about to be sold into a private collector hands. Shaking her starlight silver hair out of her eyes, the long horn that protruded from her forehead glinted with a pearlescent sheen in the darkness. She twitched her legs which ended in two cloven hooves and equine shaped legs, he also had a long beautiful tail which was normally silky but in her captured state it was matted an dirty. The only thing she had been allowed to wear to cover her dignity was a skimpy, sparkling thing that she was to be sold in.
Elemmíre was in a state of complete panic and desperation, she didn’t know where to turn or what to do, her mind raced through all the stories and wisdom of her kind frantic to find something. Then her mind trudged up an old story that her grandmother had told her. The tale had told of a man, one who was mysterious, kind, terrible and as old as they were, a man known only as the Doctor. Clasping her hands together in front of her Elemmíre invoked the power of her race and called out a heartfelt prayer.
“Please, help me Doctor!”
