|Ankirah (standard:science fiction, 1856 words)|
|Author: Dark River||Added: Sep 17 2003||Views/Reads: 1792/1144||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A story about a young brennalyan and a beautiful creature of his time, lethyas.|
Ankirah The deafening noise of a spaceship that flew almost touching the ground made the young Brennalyan startle. Rather mechanically than instinctively, due to the imminent danger, he jumped off the bed with a warrior-like movement which didn't fit him at all, grabbed the weapon at hand near the bed and rushed to the door of the shelter. His two sisters had been woken up too. What happened Tassyan? Who was it? a gently voice was heard coming from the back of the shelter. Nothing happened, stay calm. It might have been one of the damned Accanian ships. But they didn't see us, the ship passed away, answered the young man in a low voice returning to bed. He put aside his weapon, a generator of power fields being able to destroy everything around one mile and wrapped himself in a dusty tattered blanket. He hated that weapon. That sort of weapon had been used to kill his both parents two weeks before. While he and his sisters were in the old city looking for some food among the ruins left by the interplanetary war, a spaceship similar to the one that woken him, landed near their shelter. Two Accanians, each carrying a weapon like Tassyan's in their hands, got off. One of them entered the shelter where his mother was, he aimed at her without saying a word and a moment later, the person Tassyan loved the most was only dust. His father who had been one mile away trying to mend an old propelling capsule when the Accanian ship landed, ran to the shelter terrified of what might happen. He saw the other Accanian outside checking his weapon. Taking advantage of his lack of attention, the Brennalyan took out his little laser gun and shot at him. The portly Accanian dropped dead making a horrifying roar. On entering the shelter, he heard a fizzing sound and a second later the Brennalyan's body disintegrated into reddish grains of dust. The Accanians were known as reward hunters and their planet, Accania, was light years away from little Brennalya. Those dreadful warriors killed at will in cold blood everything that moved. They were more than one hundred kilos weight. They had flat heads, dark hair and cunning, small strangely red eyes. Their hands having four, long, stumpy fingers were able to crush without difficulty any living thing on Brennalya. They rarely came on the lonely planet where Tassyan lived, because they could find nothing there. Brennalya had been almost completely destroyed after the interplanetary war. Only about one hundred Brennalyans had survived because, when the explosion had erased every living creature on the planet, they had been at an official meeting in order to appease the interplanetary conflict on Meros, an interplanetary Center of Command situated at two light years from Brennalya. Tassyan together with his two sisters, Kassyra and Metuah lived in a shelter which, when Brennalya was destroyed two years before, was in fact a blockhouse where war armament was stored. Only a room of one hundred square meters left of it after the destructive explosion. There were three improvised beds and a shining metal table used as a night table. A piece of an old mirror hanging on the left wall of the shelter was used by Kassyra and Metuah to dress up in the morning every two weeks when they would go to look for food in the old city situated at four hours' walk. There they chanced to meet one or two lonely natives who themselves were looking for cans of food they hoped to find among the ruins left by the explosion. Brennalyans were so friendly that only by smiling they could become friends for life not only with each other but also with other species. They were not tall, few men were 1,80 meters. They always smiled and their eyes were so serene that only creatures with cold blood like Accanians could kill such kind beings. The clear complexion of their soft skin gave them a special aura. They had no hair but it didn't alter at all their pleasant presence. One hour after the ship's flying over their shelter, Tassyan could hardly get off his bed rubbing his eyes. Metuah, Kassyra, get up! said he to his sisters. It's late and we must Click here to read the rest of this story (117 more lines)
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