Finally got something submitted. Huh. What do you know? No fetishes of any kind are found. If you're looking for that, you're wasting time here. I tell you how I got to Earth and the injustice I suffered in the process. Here is Chapter One...
*Not all names are mine.
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Chapter One- The Travel
Home. My home. A land similar to Earth’s with subtle differences, Hyda IV. That’s my home. Here you’ll find a wide assortment of beings from humanoids, to feral animals, and everything in between. Our technology is state of the art; among the most advanced in the universe, two to three centuries ahead of Earth. However, many areas embrace the past and shun technology, unless they had to use it. I am an Aerobolt, a fox-like being who is indigenous to Hydan System. My name? Heh. Even I cannot remember my real name. All I can tell you are how I ended up on your planets, your Solar System. I was still a cub, though late in my cub years, about a decade or so ago. Aerobolts hold special power that enables us to manipulate forces of nature itself (usually wind and lightning, if you can’t guess!). Our kind can survive 100 years easily, but our lifetimes are cut short by constant human interference. Our leader, Sky, has been acting oddly due to the sharp losses of Aerobolts all over Gaitt. Like him, some of the more powerful Aerobolts can change from feral to anthro at will. They usually tend to stay anthro most of the time. In feral form, our abilities are sharply restricted. We still don’t know why being feral happens to us. Aerobolts are born either feral or anthro. I was born anthro. Even as cubs, most Aerobolts show as much intelligence as they would as adults. In fact, most Aerobolts become independent no later than the age of three. I was five. One day, that decade ago or so, the home I used to know would be gone forever.
It started like this, a cold, windy day. Hyda IV is a cold planet. It doesn’t warm often; Hydas I-III often block the suns from our view, preventing warmth on Hyda IV almost all year. At least it wasn’t Hyda V, the last planet in the Hydan System, because well, one can guess.
I was walking down a stone path to Aquaria, the capital city of Gaitt, to attend a meeting with other Aerobolts to discuss the situation with advancing Plandians, our greatest enemy. I shuddered. Not because of the cold, my fur prevented any cold from affecting me, but because of the path. It felt unnatural under my paws, as my kind is forest dwellers. But today was too important; I had to ignore it. At least it was a stone path in disrepair. I’m more accustomed to terrain like that. I’m not sure what the Plandians have to do with Aerobolts; it’s usually a human problem. I guessed that if this concerned the planets as wholes, it concerned Aerobolts as well. I trudged along the path until a huge gust of wind took me by surprise and knocked me off my paws. I landed on my tail, hard, sending painful shockwaves through my spine. I got up slowly, massaging my tail.
‘There’s more wind than usual,’ I thought, as I started walking again, ‘something must be very wrong.’ Winds of this force can mean only one thing: We’re at war. Aerobolts summon huge gusts of wind when there are huge amounts of conflict or tension. I couldn’t make that assumption yet. The feud between Hydans and Plandians have gone on for countless centuries, and we don’t war unless… Unless someone has committed a crime against the Pangalactic Federation! To do that, someone had to have directly attacked the other side! The Federation is the organization that attempts to keep peace within each system recognized as a part of it. This thought had made me feel sick. Who’d be stupid enough to do anything that may upset the Federation, let alone bring two entire planetary systems to war?
As the winds picked up, I found myself walking faster and faster. I was oblivious to sharp stones attacking my paws as I took quick strides on the path. Clouds began to gather overhead. Aerobolts in the Duggus Forest, my home to the northwest, were casting thunderstorms to signal that one of their own was lost. It had nothing to do with a potential war, or at least I’d hoped, but someone from my clan was lost. I hoped it wasn’t someone I knew. But I would soon know it would be so much more than just that…
To be continued in Chapter Two…
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Let me know if there are mistakes. This was one the first writings I've ever done, so please give me a break. And let me know what you think so far. There are six chapters in all.
"The past is always darker than the future!"