Post by Sophie on Dec 23, 2005 21:20:44 GMT -5
Okay, this is a novel that I'm writing. DO NOT STEAL MY IDEA! I have a lawyer, I will sue you. Do NOT underestimate the power of a thirteen year old writer. I am a smart ass, and I WILL use it to my advantage.
Enjoy!
I kicked the dirt with my soft amber moccasin and watched the dust fade into the wind. I heaved a sigh and waited for Chloris to ask what was wrong with me. It took me another sigh and a sniffle before she looked at me and asked what was wrong.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” I said.
“You’ve been looking like hell all day,” Chloris said. I stopped walking and stared at her.
“Hello, Chloris, over here!” I waved my arms in front of her face. She looked up at me in surprise.
“What?”
“You know very well what!”
“No, really. I have no idea what we’re talking about.”
I almost screamed in frustration. Sometimes my little sister could be such a drag. “We’re talking about me, here! Me! And my birthday is tomorrow!”
Chloris raised an eyebrow. “And this is bad because…?”
I raised my arm and made a pushing motion with my hand, followed by a dragging motion upwards. The tree in front of me tore itself out of the ground and flung itself over me and my sisters’ heads. Chloris didn’t so much as bat an eyelash, and we walked on.
“Who does mother think she is, sending me to Earth? And father, too!” Another tree stood in my way, and it was flung over our heads.
“I think mom and dad think they’re Chastity and Taber Akischuion, the sovereigns of the gods.”
“You’re not helping, Chlor.”
“Sorry.”
I scowled at a tree to my side, and it seemed to shrink away from my prodigious glare. “If they had to send me to anywhere but Lohhne, couldn’t they send me somewhere near to Eshikra? You can’t send or receive SpaceMail when you’re in a different galaxy than the one you wanna communicate with. But nooo, they say, ‘oh, L’Estelle, you just must visit this Earth, I hear it’s just reaching the age of technology!’ Pshaw. That era was over 264 million billon million years ago here! I want to be sent to a futuristic place, so I know what we’re gonna find out in the future!”
Chloris was patient. “But, L'Estelle, you know that’s impossible. We’re the oldest planet out there, there’s absolutely no way we can find out what’s going on in the future…it hasn’t happened yet!”
“Oh, who cares! Mother says it would be a great opportunity to brush up on my history, but I don’t want to be sent back so many years,” an angry tear slid down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away with the back of my hand. “It’s too far from home.”
“Well, look on the bright side…you weren’t sent to Aalahh.”
“Sure, I’m lucky I wasn’t sent to there, but I still don’t want to go to earth! They still think men are better than women!”
Chloris could not hold back a gasp of astonishment. “Really?! I thought everyone was over that by now!”
“Well, they’re obviously not over it yet.”
“Obviously,” Chlor agreed. I gave her a look, and she giggled. “Sorry about that.” I shrugged and walked on. Chloris copies me sometimes, and it’s a bit annoying.
“I still don’t get how they could possibly think that men were better than women in some way,” Chloris said, “there’s nothing especially special about them.”
“Well, they’re still living a long, long time ago compared to us. They still haven’t figured out about powers yet. Can you believe that?”
Chloris gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I know. Hard to believe, huh?”
“Hell, yeah!”
I laughed quietly. My sister was a pain, but sometimes she was incredibly witty. She was a smart girl…although, we all are compared to earthlings.
“Hey, L'Estelle?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think men will ever have powers?”
I shivered at the thought. Chloris had just made a huge point…maybe men will finally get the women DNA and figure out how to clone the powers!
“Well, we’re just gonna have to hope we’re all cloned and dead before that happens!” I said, and Chloris roared with laughter. I joined in, and we both ended up choking on our own saliva, so we stopped.
“One thing men can never get is our grace and beauty,” Chloris giggled, sweeping her blue hair out of her face and into mine.
“Yeah. Oh, and the muscle thing,” I said, tugging playfully on my sister’s hair. On Eshikra, women got stronger by loosing muscle, and men got stronger by gaining it.
Chloris’ smile was replaced by a look of puzzlement. “I still don’t get how that works.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Apparently.”
I tried to explain it to her, and she just ended up more confused then before. She was trying to understand, but she was making it really hard for me because her mind was obviously focused on something else…and I knew what that ‘something else’ was.
“Hey, there’s the lake!” Chloris’ face lit up, and she dashed ahead of me, completely forgetting all of my troubles. She did a fantastic leap off of the Big Rock and did a perfect swan dive into the shimmering water of Lake Ferriya, clothes and all. Lake Ferriya was the best source of water on Eshikra…and my family owned it.
I decided to worry about my troubles later, and I laughed with Chloris, kicking off my chinos and moccasins, leaving on my blouse and underwear. Nobody would see me…it was a private lake. I tore up the dirt path, toward to big old oak tree that stood strongly right next to the sun-soaked pool. I scrambled up the rough trunk and onto one of the larger branches that hung over the lake, its soft white flowers blowing gently in the warm wind of late summer.
Letting out an earsplitting shriek, I leaped off the branch and dived smoothly into the cold, clear water. It was a shock after the warm air I had been in, but it felt good. When I reached the surface, I opened my mouth to scream again, but Chloris quickly dunked my head underwater.
Chloris loved water, naturally. She was the goddess of the water. She went swimming every day, even when it was cold outside. She just swung a scarf around her neck and was good to go.
I pushed my way to the surface spluttering, but before I could yell at her, a harsh voice cut into my thoughts.
“L’Estelle! Chloris! Back to the castle now!”
Me and Chloris recognized the voice as Bryony’s. Bryony was one of my other sisters. I have seven sisters…or I did. I think I only have five now…not quite sure. Anyway, Bryony is the goddess of the earth, and she’s always incredibly irritable. She spends most of her time outside, and loved trees and gardening. She can grow plants with a snap of her finger. She’s thirteen, and just got back from her trip last year.
“What do you want, Bry?!” Chloris yelled.
“Just shut-up and get over here!”
“But we’re wet and muddy!” There was no legible reply to this, as Bryony merely screeched something about water mixing with the sacredness of dirt. Chloris and I began to giggle, and we couldn’t stop until Chloris got the hiccups and began to unnaturally create miniature tidal waves.
“We better head back,” I said, and together we began to trudge out of the water. I stepped back into my chinos and pulled my moccasins over my wet feet, starting to dash back through the woods that led toward the castle.
“Hey! Wait up!” I turned to see Chloris hiking after me, out of breath. Her face, normally a pale blue color, was shaded darkly, and I saw sweat dribbling down her face. She would never be able to keep up with me, and I couldn’t wait for her. Sundown was approaching, and I needed to do something before I went to bed.
By this time, Chloris had caught up with me. “How do you move so fast?” She asked, out of breath. I gave her a flash of my teeth and took out an elastic band.
“Mystery of life, I suppose,” I said, pulling my hair back. I secured the half ponytail with the elastic.
“Well, I don’t understand why I can’t run and stuff,” Chloris grumbled, kicking a pebble. I giggled. I, of course, knew why: she was a swimmer, meant to swim. She was fast as a fish in water, but flopped helplessly on land. A mystery of life. Yeah, right.
“Hey, you wanna race, Chloris?”
“No way! You know I’m slow!” Chloris whined. I sighed. By the time Chlor would get back to the castle the sun would be setting, and if I went at my own pace without her, I would get there about twenty minutes before her. Even I didn’t know why I was so fast; maybe it has to do with how long preteen relationships last. They go by so fast…maybe I take after them or something. I decided not to wait for her.
Maybe you should know something about me. I have a job. I am the one that makes teenagers get crushes on each other. I make some relationships last, others not. I usually favor the nice people. I favor modest geniuses over anything, though. I don’t like giving famous people what they want, though. Just a little thing I have against them, I guess. So many people come to me with their wishes to have some guy they like fall deeply in love with them; I hate that. They never get what they want if they plead. It makes them sound so desperate, they don’t deserve the person they like at all! Well, you can just call me an angel from above! Or cupid. Lot’s of people call me the cupid of the century.
“I’ll meet you back home!” I yelled to her before sprinting away. I ran until I could no longer hear her howling protests, and I slowed to a slow jog. In the distance, I thought I saw my sister Aversia flying in the direction of the town. Aversia can do that…fly, I mean. She can also control the weather…she’s the goddess of the sky, after all. I picked up a faster pace, and soon enough I was galloping full-on for the castle. Well, I suppose I should explain the sisters I have not yet mentioned…I told you I had seven or five, right? Okay. My youngest sister is called Coldstar, and she’s the goddess of the night. She’s nine years of age, and has chalky white skin and red eyes. Her hair is coal black, and she’s kind of scary to look at sometimes. She doesn’t speak like the rest of us…she talks to the animals…she’s a owl/mouse/skunk/moose/every-other-animal-out-there whisperer. She sleeps during the day, and spends every possible second outside.
I know, I know…my sisters are kind of…odd. But not all of them are creepy like Coldstar. Coldstar is just my little weirdo sister. There are others. Such as Aurore. Now, Aurore is the goddess of the spirits. She is an expert at OBE. If you didn’t know, OBE means Out of Body Experiences. You know, leaving your physical body on the ground and floating above everything as a spirit. It’s quite hard, actually. I’ve tried leaving my body about a million times, and it never works for me. Aurore is the best sister in the world, though…always polite, always giving. She’s sweet and has bouncy blonde curls and rosy cheeks, and her deep blue eyes are the envy of all Eshikrian girls. Aurore is 15, and is to be married next year to a lovely young man called Harper. I guess he’ll be my brother in law by the time I get back from my trip. Freaky. Oh, and one other thing: Aurore has the ability to give life and take life away. Her job is really hard…she has to decide who to kill and who to birth. I’d probably keep everyone alive and pray it all works out good. If I didn’t, I’d probably kill the wrong geyser and end up screwing the planet’s careful balance of life and death. Huh. Sort of weird to think about it.
Ardith is the goddess of the forgotten. She kind of watches over the killers and the suicidals of the universe as well as all those ne’er-do-wells. She’s kind of gothy, and she wears black all the time. She’s nineteen, and my oldest sister. Her power is to transport to anywhere in the universe, and all she has to do is utter a single word. It’s amazing.
Echo is the best singer in the family. Although I myself have quite a beautiful voice, Echo has a better one. Heaven was probably based on her voice box, and I can barely remember to breathe when my older sister is singing. She can put even the most ferocious Tauro to sleep, and it comes in handy sometimes.
Niflheim and Muspelheim, the twins, are evil. Yes, both of them. Kind of unusual, no one’s ever seen a pair of evil twins. Let’s forget about them for now. I don’t want to think about the terror they spread through my planet.
What about me, huh? Do you want to hear about me? Okay. My name is L’Estelle, and I’m the goddess of romance. I’m in charge of everything to do with love. I’m the cupid of my time, in short. I get that a lot. Whenever I tell someone I don’t know my job, they grin and say, Cupid, eh? Or something of the like. Gets to you after a while. Another thing people say is that I’m incredibly beautiful. Some even go to say I am the most beautiful being on Eshikra. I blush at things like this, so the following paragraph is going to make me turn beet red. It’s all from this poem that a guy from my class wrote for the Who Am I? assignment we had last term.
You could describe me as angelic, but that would not be enough to describe what I look like. I’m heaven itself…the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I am incomprehensible at first, so unimaginable. My skin is the color of Egyptian cotton, soft and fair, yet the hints of a tan are revealed with rosy cheeks and freckles scattered over my nose and forehead. My hair is a beachy golden blonde, straight and a little above her shoulders. My heart-shaped face is flawless down to the very last feature, and my nose is straight, curved up at the end only slightly. My mouth is large, my lips pink, my smile charming. My teeth are white and straight, not too big, not too small. My eyes are large, but slender and curved slightly up on the outside. There’s a ring of forest green around her iris, and the rest of my eye color is a leafy green mixed with a little bit of blue to add vibrancy. Who am I?
Nice, huh? Apparently, I’m the angel. I’m the best. That guy gave me such a big head. I finally noticed how popular I was then…everyone said hi to me, and when I smiled, they took one look at my beautiful teeth inside my beautiful mouth on my beautiful face and almost fainted. It felt good. But now I’m leaving for Earth. Oh, another thing I forgot to tell you.
On Eshikra, it’s a custom to send the kids off on the day that they have seen thirteen winters pass. That means, we leave when we’re thirteen. If you haven’t already figured that out.
This is the way it worked: At birth, every Eshikrian child was built a ship. A large one for the richer families, like mine, and a smaller one for the lesser class families. As expected, the royal family was made the best spaceships. Mine’s called The Trepidation. I think it’s the grandest ship of the year.
Anyway, a personal driver is selected from the highly trained Army of Eshikra, and they are to drive the ship to and from the selected planet, and back again after a years’ time.
Rarely was there a mishap, but there are a few possibilities. Usually, there’s a clean run.
All Eshikrians are born on the last day of autumn, so there is no problem with saying that it is physiologically impossible to send the children on the wrong day.
One last thing: It is the eve of the last day of autumn, and I’ve has seen twelve winters.
Since I’m leaving tomorrow, I’ve got a million things to do today before sundown. I hope I can finish packing and say goodbye to all of my favorite places and everything. I’ll see my friends before I leave…most of them are leaving tomorrow as well, so I’ll see them of the take-off pad, and the ones that left last year I’ll get to see before I get on my ship. Remember when I said that thing about mishaps tending to not happen? Think about that.
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I kicked the dirt with my soft amber moccasin and watched the dust fade into the wind. I heaved a sigh and waited for Chloris to ask what was wrong with me. It took me another sigh and a sniffle before she looked at me and asked what was wrong.
“It’s my birthday tomorrow,” I said.
“You’ve been looking like hell all day,” Chloris said. I stopped walking and stared at her.
“Hello, Chloris, over here!” I waved my arms in front of her face. She looked up at me in surprise.
“What?”
“You know very well what!”
“No, really. I have no idea what we’re talking about.”
I almost screamed in frustration. Sometimes my little sister could be such a drag. “We’re talking about me, here! Me! And my birthday is tomorrow!”
Chloris raised an eyebrow. “And this is bad because…?”
I raised my arm and made a pushing motion with my hand, followed by a dragging motion upwards. The tree in front of me tore itself out of the ground and flung itself over me and my sisters’ heads. Chloris didn’t so much as bat an eyelash, and we walked on.
“Who does mother think she is, sending me to Earth? And father, too!” Another tree stood in my way, and it was flung over our heads.
“I think mom and dad think they’re Chastity and Taber Akischuion, the sovereigns of the gods.”
“You’re not helping, Chlor.”
“Sorry.”
I scowled at a tree to my side, and it seemed to shrink away from my prodigious glare. “If they had to send me to anywhere but Lohhne, couldn’t they send me somewhere near to Eshikra? You can’t send or receive SpaceMail when you’re in a different galaxy than the one you wanna communicate with. But nooo, they say, ‘oh, L’Estelle, you just must visit this Earth, I hear it’s just reaching the age of technology!’ Pshaw. That era was over 264 million billon million years ago here! I want to be sent to a futuristic place, so I know what we’re gonna find out in the future!”
Chloris was patient. “But, L'Estelle, you know that’s impossible. We’re the oldest planet out there, there’s absolutely no way we can find out what’s going on in the future…it hasn’t happened yet!”
“Oh, who cares! Mother says it would be a great opportunity to brush up on my history, but I don’t want to be sent back so many years,” an angry tear slid down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away with the back of my hand. “It’s too far from home.”
“Well, look on the bright side…you weren’t sent to Aalahh.”
“Sure, I’m lucky I wasn’t sent to there, but I still don’t want to go to earth! They still think men are better than women!”
Chloris could not hold back a gasp of astonishment. “Really?! I thought everyone was over that by now!”
“Well, they’re obviously not over it yet.”
“Obviously,” Chlor agreed. I gave her a look, and she giggled. “Sorry about that.” I shrugged and walked on. Chloris copies me sometimes, and it’s a bit annoying.
“I still don’t get how they could possibly think that men were better than women in some way,” Chloris said, “there’s nothing especially special about them.”
“Well, they’re still living a long, long time ago compared to us. They still haven’t figured out about powers yet. Can you believe that?”
Chloris gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I know. Hard to believe, huh?”
“Hell, yeah!”
I laughed quietly. My sister was a pain, but sometimes she was incredibly witty. She was a smart girl…although, we all are compared to earthlings.
“Hey, L'Estelle?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think men will ever have powers?”
I shivered at the thought. Chloris had just made a huge point…maybe men will finally get the women DNA and figure out how to clone the powers!
“Well, we’re just gonna have to hope we’re all cloned and dead before that happens!” I said, and Chloris roared with laughter. I joined in, and we both ended up choking on our own saliva, so we stopped.
“One thing men can never get is our grace and beauty,” Chloris giggled, sweeping her blue hair out of her face and into mine.
“Yeah. Oh, and the muscle thing,” I said, tugging playfully on my sister’s hair. On Eshikra, women got stronger by loosing muscle, and men got stronger by gaining it.
Chloris’ smile was replaced by a look of puzzlement. “I still don’t get how that works.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Apparently.”
I tried to explain it to her, and she just ended up more confused then before. She was trying to understand, but she was making it really hard for me because her mind was obviously focused on something else…and I knew what that ‘something else’ was.
“Hey, there’s the lake!” Chloris’ face lit up, and she dashed ahead of me, completely forgetting all of my troubles. She did a fantastic leap off of the Big Rock and did a perfect swan dive into the shimmering water of Lake Ferriya, clothes and all. Lake Ferriya was the best source of water on Eshikra…and my family owned it.
I decided to worry about my troubles later, and I laughed with Chloris, kicking off my chinos and moccasins, leaving on my blouse and underwear. Nobody would see me…it was a private lake. I tore up the dirt path, toward to big old oak tree that stood strongly right next to the sun-soaked pool. I scrambled up the rough trunk and onto one of the larger branches that hung over the lake, its soft white flowers blowing gently in the warm wind of late summer.
Letting out an earsplitting shriek, I leaped off the branch and dived smoothly into the cold, clear water. It was a shock after the warm air I had been in, but it felt good. When I reached the surface, I opened my mouth to scream again, but Chloris quickly dunked my head underwater.
Chloris loved water, naturally. She was the goddess of the water. She went swimming every day, even when it was cold outside. She just swung a scarf around her neck and was good to go.
I pushed my way to the surface spluttering, but before I could yell at her, a harsh voice cut into my thoughts.
“L’Estelle! Chloris! Back to the castle now!”
Me and Chloris recognized the voice as Bryony’s. Bryony was one of my other sisters. I have seven sisters…or I did. I think I only have five now…not quite sure. Anyway, Bryony is the goddess of the earth, and she’s always incredibly irritable. She spends most of her time outside, and loved trees and gardening. She can grow plants with a snap of her finger. She’s thirteen, and just got back from her trip last year.
“What do you want, Bry?!” Chloris yelled.
“Just shut-up and get over here!”
“But we’re wet and muddy!” There was no legible reply to this, as Bryony merely screeched something about water mixing with the sacredness of dirt. Chloris and I began to giggle, and we couldn’t stop until Chloris got the hiccups and began to unnaturally create miniature tidal waves.
“We better head back,” I said, and together we began to trudge out of the water. I stepped back into my chinos and pulled my moccasins over my wet feet, starting to dash back through the woods that led toward the castle.
“Hey! Wait up!” I turned to see Chloris hiking after me, out of breath. Her face, normally a pale blue color, was shaded darkly, and I saw sweat dribbling down her face. She would never be able to keep up with me, and I couldn’t wait for her. Sundown was approaching, and I needed to do something before I went to bed.
By this time, Chloris had caught up with me. “How do you move so fast?” She asked, out of breath. I gave her a flash of my teeth and took out an elastic band.
“Mystery of life, I suppose,” I said, pulling my hair back. I secured the half ponytail with the elastic.
“Well, I don’t understand why I can’t run and stuff,” Chloris grumbled, kicking a pebble. I giggled. I, of course, knew why: she was a swimmer, meant to swim. She was fast as a fish in water, but flopped helplessly on land. A mystery of life. Yeah, right.
“Hey, you wanna race, Chloris?”
“No way! You know I’m slow!” Chloris whined. I sighed. By the time Chlor would get back to the castle the sun would be setting, and if I went at my own pace without her, I would get there about twenty minutes before her. Even I didn’t know why I was so fast; maybe it has to do with how long preteen relationships last. They go by so fast…maybe I take after them or something. I decided not to wait for her.
Maybe you should know something about me. I have a job. I am the one that makes teenagers get crushes on each other. I make some relationships last, others not. I usually favor the nice people. I favor modest geniuses over anything, though. I don’t like giving famous people what they want, though. Just a little thing I have against them, I guess. So many people come to me with their wishes to have some guy they like fall deeply in love with them; I hate that. They never get what they want if they plead. It makes them sound so desperate, they don’t deserve the person they like at all! Well, you can just call me an angel from above! Or cupid. Lot’s of people call me the cupid of the century.
“I’ll meet you back home!” I yelled to her before sprinting away. I ran until I could no longer hear her howling protests, and I slowed to a slow jog. In the distance, I thought I saw my sister Aversia flying in the direction of the town. Aversia can do that…fly, I mean. She can also control the weather…she’s the goddess of the sky, after all. I picked up a faster pace, and soon enough I was galloping full-on for the castle. Well, I suppose I should explain the sisters I have not yet mentioned…I told you I had seven or five, right? Okay. My youngest sister is called Coldstar, and she’s the goddess of the night. She’s nine years of age, and has chalky white skin and red eyes. Her hair is coal black, and she’s kind of scary to look at sometimes. She doesn’t speak like the rest of us…she talks to the animals…she’s a owl/mouse/skunk/moose/every-other-animal-out-there whisperer. She sleeps during the day, and spends every possible second outside.
I know, I know…my sisters are kind of…odd. But not all of them are creepy like Coldstar. Coldstar is just my little weirdo sister. There are others. Such as Aurore. Now, Aurore is the goddess of the spirits. She is an expert at OBE. If you didn’t know, OBE means Out of Body Experiences. You know, leaving your physical body on the ground and floating above everything as a spirit. It’s quite hard, actually. I’ve tried leaving my body about a million times, and it never works for me. Aurore is the best sister in the world, though…always polite, always giving. She’s sweet and has bouncy blonde curls and rosy cheeks, and her deep blue eyes are the envy of all Eshikrian girls. Aurore is 15, and is to be married next year to a lovely young man called Harper. I guess he’ll be my brother in law by the time I get back from my trip. Freaky. Oh, and one other thing: Aurore has the ability to give life and take life away. Her job is really hard…she has to decide who to kill and who to birth. I’d probably keep everyone alive and pray it all works out good. If I didn’t, I’d probably kill the wrong geyser and end up screwing the planet’s careful balance of life and death. Huh. Sort of weird to think about it.
Ardith is the goddess of the forgotten. She kind of watches over the killers and the suicidals of the universe as well as all those ne’er-do-wells. She’s kind of gothy, and she wears black all the time. She’s nineteen, and my oldest sister. Her power is to transport to anywhere in the universe, and all she has to do is utter a single word. It’s amazing.
Echo is the best singer in the family. Although I myself have quite a beautiful voice, Echo has a better one. Heaven was probably based on her voice box, and I can barely remember to breathe when my older sister is singing. She can put even the most ferocious Tauro to sleep, and it comes in handy sometimes.
Niflheim and Muspelheim, the twins, are evil. Yes, both of them. Kind of unusual, no one’s ever seen a pair of evil twins. Let’s forget about them for now. I don’t want to think about the terror they spread through my planet.
What about me, huh? Do you want to hear about me? Okay. My name is L’Estelle, and I’m the goddess of romance. I’m in charge of everything to do with love. I’m the cupid of my time, in short. I get that a lot. Whenever I tell someone I don’t know my job, they grin and say, Cupid, eh? Or something of the like. Gets to you after a while. Another thing people say is that I’m incredibly beautiful. Some even go to say I am the most beautiful being on Eshikra. I blush at things like this, so the following paragraph is going to make me turn beet red. It’s all from this poem that a guy from my class wrote for the Who Am I? assignment we had last term.
You could describe me as angelic, but that would not be enough to describe what I look like. I’m heaven itself…the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. I am incomprehensible at first, so unimaginable. My skin is the color of Egyptian cotton, soft and fair, yet the hints of a tan are revealed with rosy cheeks and freckles scattered over my nose and forehead. My hair is a beachy golden blonde, straight and a little above her shoulders. My heart-shaped face is flawless down to the very last feature, and my nose is straight, curved up at the end only slightly. My mouth is large, my lips pink, my smile charming. My teeth are white and straight, not too big, not too small. My eyes are large, but slender and curved slightly up on the outside. There’s a ring of forest green around her iris, and the rest of my eye color is a leafy green mixed with a little bit of blue to add vibrancy. Who am I?
Nice, huh? Apparently, I’m the angel. I’m the best. That guy gave me such a big head. I finally noticed how popular I was then…everyone said hi to me, and when I smiled, they took one look at my beautiful teeth inside my beautiful mouth on my beautiful face and almost fainted. It felt good. But now I’m leaving for Earth. Oh, another thing I forgot to tell you.
On Eshikra, it’s a custom to send the kids off on the day that they have seen thirteen winters pass. That means, we leave when we’re thirteen. If you haven’t already figured that out.
This is the way it worked: At birth, every Eshikrian child was built a ship. A large one for the richer families, like mine, and a smaller one for the lesser class families. As expected, the royal family was made the best spaceships. Mine’s called The Trepidation. I think it’s the grandest ship of the year.
Anyway, a personal driver is selected from the highly trained Army of Eshikra, and they are to drive the ship to and from the selected planet, and back again after a years’ time.
Rarely was there a mishap, but there are a few possibilities. Usually, there’s a clean run.
All Eshikrians are born on the last day of autumn, so there is no problem with saying that it is physiologically impossible to send the children on the wrong day.
One last thing: It is the eve of the last day of autumn, and I’ve has seen twelve winters.
Since I’m leaving tomorrow, I’ve got a million things to do today before sundown. I hope I can finish packing and say goodbye to all of my favorite places and everything. I’ll see my friends before I leave…most of them are leaving tomorrow as well, so I’ll see them of the take-off pad, and the ones that left last year I’ll get to see before I get on my ship. Remember when I said that thing about mishaps tending to not happen? Think about that.
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