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Rated: 13+ · Book · Fantasy · #2325645
My sci-fi/fantasy story
#1078052 added October 10, 2024 at 1:02pm
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Oct10, 24 Plot Rising Story
October 10, 2024 Plot: Rising Action



I’m changing the Prelude. Kris is going to be older when the attack happens....



Our constant vermillion sky lit by three moons and the largest moon’s rings might be soothing to some. To me it was just another work time. It was boring watching the Zaume (mole-like monk creatures) go about the same rituals they did every few hours. They valued their work and did it joyfully. Somehow planting and harvesting nor digging the mines appealed to me. I felt like I was meant for something more than guarding and caring for them.

I was the only one out of Tee (my mother), Aga (my father) and myself that could guard the entranceway effectively. I was the only one able to glean the thoughts of those who wanted access. Access was a coveted prize to the other creatures of Nezoom. They would come up Zaume Mountain to learn healing techniques from them through my mother’s translations of the Shilah language (an ancient language that came from the creatures that came from the skies) . My father would work with creatures with the Zaume as well, teaching a form of martial arts they called Kifta. It was very ritualistic; full of repetition that brought about peacefulness.

It bored me to tears. Any chance I got I would slide my gravel glider down to the villages and small Market. I used my talents to steer my glider, mostly HiZa (telekinesis).

The Market was the place to be. Different species all came together to trade their wares. Serpas (snake people) hawked their oils and tinctures. Kinka would have cloths and canvases to trade. Nitta had wax and dyes and sweets of all sorts. Kwana brought their colored sands and gems. Nawkta would hold auctions and exchanged gems for barter vouchers. Nika offered transport to and from the Space Port. Klik had grains and seeds available. Gir offered up Nitta for slaves ....

I liked to wander through and look at things..... Sometimes I would be recognized as being from the Zaume and they would give me gifts to take back. I had gems of my own that the Zaume found in the mines and gave me to trade.

I didn’t really like how crowded the Market was. I had a hard time using my heightened senses to protect myself. I especially hated it when the Canine Clan would get the drop on me. Roxy liked to tweak my ears and then skip away. Roxy was my age, barely a teen. There were smaller girls, the triplet Pigdes named Un, Duh and Twa. They liked using their talons to trip me or their feather arms to make me sneeze and my eyes water.

The dangerous ones were the males. The twin Slade brothers and Leonardo. Sometimes Max would be with them. Max was usually the voice of reason. Roxy would write off someone getting hurt as part of the game.

Fighting with these street urchins felt like play most of the time. I had been learning Kifta since a very young age and all I had to do was stay out of their reach. My sleek mouse-like reflexes made that almost too easy.

We would chase each other through the Market upsetting stalls and carts, and ripping canvases on tents knocking their poles down. When I got tired of them I would circle around to the Space Port where I had left my glider. Leonardo was a junior cadet guard and when he would see me coming at top speed he would blow his whistle and the Space Port guards would stop the Canine Clan. I would then take off, do any business I had left in the Market and head back up Zaume Mountain....



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