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I did a fifteenminuteficlet!! xDD
Four years ago, I was running a simple scam on a Fed on the planet Drywaste. Four years ago, this smug bastard called Johnathan flung me over his shoulder and dragged me to his ship.
Four years ago, Paul told me I was the coporeal avatar of a long-dead planet. Earth.
Sometimes it makes me mad. I was a theif, a delinquent, a ne'er-do-well. And I was good at it, dammit; only caught once, and then I escaped with little effort. Then I'm up and dragged off on some cosmic adventure out of a sci-fi scan to find the other eight "planets", when I could just have well stayed on Drywaste and toyed with the Feds for a few weeks before taking Moonbay to the next idiot-infested dump.
Sometimes it hurts me. That planet Paul dropped me on in an attempt to both curb my energy levels and get me to practice my "gift"; it was dying. And I felt it. It nearly killed me, before the avatar side of me kicked in and I was able to put it out of it's misery.
Sometimes it scares me. Yes, I'm "Mother Earth", but that's just one half. The other half tears at me like a hurricane, a tidal wave, a volcano, a destructive force so terrifying I'm not always sure I can control it. That power has destroyed entire planets, and threatens to destroy me.
But sometimes I'm grateful for it. Like now, with the Perished Sea sands whipping all around us, Megan crying softly as she clutches me, Johnathan squinting out at the horizon with those too-green eyes of his. I'm the only thing keeping us alive. Me and my power, my control, my hand guiding the sands away from us. As Earth's dead language curls over my skin and her avatar's glow fills my eyes, I feel, not for the first time, blessed to have this power. This ability, the ability to keep my friends - nay, my family safe.
Four years ago, I was running a simple scam on a Fed on the planet Drywaste. Four years ago, this smug bastard called Johnathan flung me over his shoulder and dragged me to his ship.
Four years ago, Paul told me I was the coporeal avatar of a long-dead planet. Earth.
Sometimes it makes me mad. I was a theif, a delinquent, a ne'er-do-well. And I was good at it, dammit; only caught once, and then I escaped with little effort. Then I'm up and dragged off on some cosmic adventure out of a sci-fi scan to find the other eight "planets", when I could just have well stayed on Drywaste and toyed with the Feds for a few weeks before taking Moonbay to the next idiot-infested dump.
Sometimes it hurts me. That planet Paul dropped me on in an attempt to both curb my energy levels and get me to practice my "gift"; it was dying. And I felt it. It nearly killed me, before the avatar side of me kicked in and I was able to put it out of it's misery.
Sometimes it scares me. Yes, I'm "Mother Earth", but that's just one half. The other half tears at me like a hurricane, a tidal wave, a volcano, a destructive force so terrifying I'm not always sure I can control it. That power has destroyed entire planets, and threatens to destroy me.
But sometimes I'm grateful for it. Like now, with the Perished Sea sands whipping all around us, Megan crying softly as she clutches me, Johnathan squinting out at the horizon with those too-green eyes of his. I'm the only thing keeping us alive. Me and my power, my control, my hand guiding the sands away from us. As Earth's dead language curls over my skin and her avatar's glow fills my eyes, I feel, not for the first time, blessed to have this power. This ability, the ability to keep my friends - nay, my family safe.