by Anna Lewis
“Have you considered consulting the mystics, sir?” Herman asked while rolling towards the navigating screen. “They are not far from us.”
“Hmm. Agreed. Take us to the planet of the ancients for consultation! Use the hyper speed so that we may make haste. And don’t fiddle with that gun until I’ve received my news,” said the prince. He stepped up to the platform in order to view the blackened skies filled with magnificently colored clouds.
Without hesitation, Herman rolled over to the navigation board and began pressing buttons with his gelatinous fingers – or whatever one might call those strange, stubby arms – and they zipped off into the direction of the planet Mykonos, which was named, oddly, after a Greek island on the planet earth that was mostly a tourist location.
They arrived at the docks and registered, choosing one of Ero’an’s favorite mystics, whom he frequently visited during his most stressful months. Inara was such a wise woman who knew so much about the universe that she was to live on Mykonos for the remainder of her life. It pleased Ero’an to have such an honest, insightful woman nearby for him to see, especially when he needed advice. Inara, though, would rather be off on a merchant ship, making a living telling fortunes to stray sky pirates.
This particular meeting would pay for the next year of bills as the prince always tipped handsomely, so Inara greeted him with her biggest smile as he embraced her in the way common to Degaurians. Ero’an sat down and shooed Herman away from their table, telling him to gather some items while they were here at the local shop to use on their trip.
“You come seeking a hidden truth,” said Inara while holding his hands over her crystal ball. “It has you disturbed, and you wish to relieve yourself of it.”
“Yes,” whispered Ero’an while closing his eyes.
Inara swatted his hand and then proceeded with her reading, waving her fingers over the glass that Ero’an held as smoke filled the center. There were no gimmicks here on Mykonos. Everything was as it was, or so their slogan claimed, and none of the tables and rooms were fancily decorated with mystical hogwash. Save for the coverings and paintings, it was a rather empty room without table cloths where visitors could be sure they were getting the most honest readings.
“I see numbers,” said Inara while furrowing her brows together. “They seem to be...coordinates?”
Ero’an leaned forward with fascination and hope bubbling in his gut, the void in his heart pulsing with the potential love for a beautiful woman.
“Yes, I see it clearly now. Take down these numbers,” Inara said.
Pulling out a sheet of paper, Ero’an wrote down the numbers given to him and stood, feeling the victory of his trip overcoming his entire being. His blue skin shimmered as he called for Herman while Inara attempted to gather his attention, saying there was much more to his reading that was pertinent to his journey.
“That was all I needed, fortune teller,” replied the proud prince while tossing metal money cards on her table. “Be well. I may never see your age-cracked face again.”
With that, the two companions left the stammering mystic who begged for them to stay for the rest of the reading. It had only been ten minutes and they still had twenty remaining. The information flashing before her eyes was that of bloodshed and horror, a dismal future that would only be avoided if the proud prince would listen. Inara sat with this knowledge in quiet peace, accepting the scenes and releasing them to the universe as was custom to do. Their fate is not my responsibility, she thought while gathering her payment. And I will not chase that which is not my responsibility.
***
Back on the planet earth, Amelia was wandering about a frat party located in a barn. It wasn’t her usual scene, but some of her friends had dragged her out in an effort to socialize her.
“Melia, come on, you look beautiful in this outfit. You have to go,” said Sara, a classmate from biology.
“But I feel so weird around people. I’d rather be looking at the stars,” Amelia replied with some hesitation.
“Have a few drinks, talk to people, and then go look at the stars. Just try to talk to somebody other than yourself for once,” Sara said while patting her hand gently. “It’ll be fun. I promise.”
Groaning, Amelia walked around the edge of the party while Sara bounced from circle to circle, her short blonde hair bright under the flashing lights as she jumped to hug people. Amelia sighed. It wasn’t particularly crowded and the music had an edgy sound, beats rumbling into each other and then smoothing out into softer tones that penetrated the dancing bodies. Everyone seemed preoccupied with each other or drinking, both of which Amelia had no interest in, so she wandered towards a ladder on the other side of the barn that looked like it might lead up to the roof. As she studied the sturdiness of the wood, a young man intercepted her vision with a wide smile.
“Hi,” he said while leaning against the wood. “What’s your name?”
His eyes glittered a bright blue, resembling the pattern of clouded galaxies from her space books. An awkward smile crossed her lips and she twirled a lock of purple hair around one finger, adjusting her blouse with the other.
“Amelia,” she replied while holding out her hand.
“I’m Jax,” replied the tall, slender figure before her. “It’s nice to meet you. Where are you from?”
This conversation clearly didn’t interest the distracted Amelia who was still trying to find a way to get up to the roof of the barn. Her eyes darted away from the cosmic blue and up the wooden ladder to the loft area covered in hay, stacks of it falling over as she wished for a way out.
“Jersey,” replied Amelia while looking back at Jax. “Are you having fun yet?”
It seemed an odd question, but it had just popped out of her mouth. Just then, though, the hay above began to vibrate violently from a terrible rumbling that caused the entire party to fall silent. Jax looked up towards the ceiling that gradually shook harder the closer the noise came towards the barn. The partygoers mostly assumed it was a farming plane that was about to land and had flown too close to the roof; whatever it was had caused hay to fall down from the lofts and fell on top of the unsuspecting party boy. Amelia laughed loudly and climbed over the stack, wishing the boy well in all his life’s endeavors. Up the ladder she went towards the loft, hastily pushing the wood under each foot and catapulting herself up into the small space that was now cleared by the rumbling vibrations.
Out the window she climbed to the clay-tiled roof. She climbed all the way to the apex of the roof and looked out over the fields. The rumbling had stopped as soon as she stood still, but there was no evidence of any plane or flying vehicle anywhere around. Not even the farm house in the distance had a plane next to it, so she felt certain it must have been something else entirely. The music below her feet was back on, causing the roof to vibrate slightly and her heart to pound to the regular rhythm.
Without warning, a whirling shriek filled the air, cutting through the silence and sounding like metal sliding against metal. In the corn field appeared a stretch of light coming from seemingly nowhere. The shriek finally stopped as the light dipped down under a tree and landed. Its glimmer filled Amelia’s eyes. She smiled uncontrollably ear-to-ear with the most delightful gasp escaping her lungs. She looked about wildly for another ladder, hoping perhaps there was one leading down to the ground below that beckoned for her feet to run on it.
Before long, she had shimmied down the pipes, and was dashing between the cornstalks like she had a million times in her dreams, swatting at them happily with her hands.
“Amelia!”
It was likely Sara calling after her, but she didn’t bother to respond, for her dream was coming to life right before her eyes. The green stems glittered in the darkness while the beam of light slowly came closer, its shimmering white a beacon of hope to the sprinting Amelia, now panting heavily under the dark sky. The rows of corn parted to reveal the path she had followed each night in her dreams and she relished the moment of relief as sh
e dove forward into the clearing. Landing in a pile of cut stalks, she rolled over and looked around for the light that was once there. Where had it gone? Up above was the gentle and familiar hum from nights spent clutching her sheets and she looked up with a hopeful gaze as the clicking noise began, signaling the light’s release. Amelia rose and greeted it with longing, sighing as it swallowed her and lifted her body up towards its source.
***
Once again, Amelia found herself inside the cosmic shell of mirrors, multiple dimensions reflecting her image across galaxies in different times. It was every version of her universally possible, every piece of her that she had lived and forgotten. Beyond the mirrors stood Ero’an, impatiently tapping his foot as the earthling appeared in the center of the cockpit. Amelia turned and found the prince in his regal cape, the same color of her hair. She leaned forward to poke his nose to see if he was real.
“May I ask what you are doing, earth woman?” asked the annoyed prince.
Amelia, startled, jumped away from the talking prince who seemed to her to be a rare shade of blue. It was almost the same blue of the boy’s eyes who she had met earlier in the evening, and perhaps he was the same boy, but his face was different. His jaw wasn’t rigid and his lips were a little thicker, not to mention there were gills in his neck that she was sure were latex. As she moved to touch those, the insulted prince grabbed her arm and started yelling.
“Have you no manners?! I am Prince Ero’an Sol of the planet Degau! How dare you reach out to my personal space and expect no consequences!” cried Ero’an while stepping back.
“Excuse me,” said Amelia while crossing her arms. “I am Amelia Stone of the planet Earth and we have manners in my world.”
Herman chuckled behind the prince’s legs, which was met with a disgusted glare. Rolling forward, Herman greeted the now frightened Amelia who squealed as soon as she laid eyes on his one eye. Aggravated, Ero’an threw his head back and groaned loudly, turning to check the coordinates on his dashboard.
“It said here!” he cried.
“We’re here,” said Herman.
“Where?” asked Amelia.
“Silence, earthling!” yelled Ero’an.
“You will not yell in my direction after you have taken me from my home!” Amelia yelled in return.
“I did no such thing! You’re simply trying to hitchhike on my vessel and assuming I’d be nice to you because you’re so gorgeous!” yelled Ero’an while pressing buttons.
“I swear I have no idea how I came to be here!” Amelia cried once more before huffing in the other direction.
Below their knees, Herman rolled his gigantic eye in a loop around the entirety of his body – quite a feat for such an extraordinary creature – and made his blobbish way over to a modulator next to the dashboard that was blinking. He pushed the blinking button and the whirling sound ended abruptly.
“Your highness, the beamer was on,” said Herman while staring at the flustered prince.
A brief silence fell over the trio as Amelia attempted to stifle a giggle and the prince’s pale blue skin began to flush.
“I knew that, Herman,” he said while tapping his foot. “I was just checking the controls.”
While Ero’an and Herman got into a bit of a verbal spat, Amelia floated across the pit towards the window to admire the expanse of the universe sitting before them. It was the most exquisite sight she had ever seen in her life, only something her dreams had shown her that was even more magnificent in its physical form. She couldn’t be bothered by the blundering fool to her right who had begun ranting about finding a wife and child. How can someone be so dismally distracted by love when he has the universe at his fingertips? she thought while pressing her nose to the glass. Pictures did not do this justice, not one bit. Her nose was beginning to hurt from pushing it into the window.
She gazed at galaxies and nebulae she had never laid eyes on before; likely they were far beyond the reach of Earth’s most powerful telescopes. Yet here they were, now, before her eyes. She felt small before such a marvelous display of existence and it made her body ache for the worlds beyond hers. It was such an exciting, expansive view, compared to the mundane, small-town routine she woke for each day. She wished she could live in it.
“My god!” she cried while fogging up the glass.
“I am no deity, woman,” said Ero’an, turning to look at the silly earthling who had never seen space before this moment.
“I believe that is just an expression, sir,” said Herman from his chair.
As Ero’an turned to say something snippy in the direction of his highly sarcastic companion, Amelia fell backwards towards the ground, feeling so overwhelmed by the sight that she fainted. The confused prince walked over to her body, wondering what overcame the woman to fall back in such a dramatic gesture. It seemed to him that earth woman were prone to a medical condition of which he was not privy to, one that he could only discern was due to the motion of his ship, not the fact that they were in the middle of space. This silly prince had never encountered the earth species prior to this moment, so his knowledge of them was nothing short of useless. Herman had no better luck understanding the humans either as he was only as educated about them as the ignorant prince.
While standing over the fainted woman, Ero’an received a transmission from his father to return to Degau in order to settle some business. Ero’an responded promptly and also mentioned the purple-haired earth woman who had boarded his ship, a comment to which Herman reminded him was an accident due to the beamer being left on. A sharp look from the prince caused the little blob to roll his eye in the opposite direction. It wasn’t clear yet whether Herman was rolling his eye as most people do in reaction to an awkward situation, or whether he was simply readjusting his body. Due to the nature of the situation, it would seem that Herman was reacting sarcastically to the flustered prince who now set his coordinates to his home planet and began to steer in that direction.
***
As Ero’an flipped the switch for autopilot, he and Herman returned to the unconscious woman on the metal floor of the cockpit. They leaned over her pristine body which, the lonely prince admitted, had him somewhat aroused. Degau women were lovely and had slender bodies, but this creature was more fully formed. Her breasts rose in a mountainous arc and dipped down into her belly that rose and fell gently with her breathing. The blouse she wore was ruffled around her torso, revealing the milky skin underneath. His eyes followed the path back up to her face that was beautiful in the cosmic light, the small nose and round eyes perfectly set in her face surrounded by the gorgeous purple hair that was now strewn about. As he reached out to touch her porcelain skin, Herman swatted him with a sticky stub and bulged his eye.
“Shall I give her CPR, your majesty?” asked the blob while smirking.
“You shall do no such thing!” cried the prince while standing suddenly. “Shouldn’t you be navigating?”
The little companion wiggled his mouth in a teasing fashion and then waddled over to the control panels, as the prince continued to admire Amelia. While stroking her hair, he admired the different shades of purple and likened them to the distant galaxies he had visited recently. The glow of her hair lit up her face as her eyes fluttered rapidly and slowly opened, the pearly gray of her eyes reflecting the glare of distant galaxies passing by the window. Amelia turned a shade of red as she recognized the admiration in Ero’an’s eyes, flushing so much that she covered her face briefly before allowing him to help her off the ground. Rubbing her head, she peered around at the small space and asked for the restroom.
“Do you need resting?” asks the oblivious prince.
“No, I need to...um...” Amelia stammered over her words nervously, having never needed to explain the bodily functions of a human.
“She needs to relieve herself, sir,” chimed Herman from the control panel.
Ero’an huffed and looked up at the ceiling, but kept his lips tightly shut so as not to agitate the blob-like
creature. While guiding her to the lavatory, Herman muttered something to himself in his language of Gorgonish, a rather odd collection of gurgles and grunts that non-Gorgonians never dared attempt to understand. It bubbled through the backside of his amorphous body instead of breathing out of his lips, and roughly translated to, “He’s got his head up his butt.”
Herman and Amelia returned, and Ero’an prepared a set of meals for the three of them. Amelia demolished hers in just a few short bites. Though the meal was small, it filled her completely and she felt she could be nourished for a long time.
“What is that?” she asked while licking her fingers.
“A specialty on my planet. It helps nourish our people more effectively. Have you no meals such as this in your home?” asked the prince.
“No, we eat three meals a day,” replied Amelia.
“That’s so odd,” said Ero’an.
“And highly ineffective,” chimed Herman.
Amelia blinked hard at the two as they were, wondering how they came to be this way. It was not their personality that concerned her so much as it was their existence in general. How were Degaurians, and Gorgonians for that matter, born and bred? She dared not ask lest she start a lengthy history lesson by Herman who knew the many wonders of the universe, if not humans. Earth was largely ignored by many galactic species as it wasn’t seen worth the effort of invading.
Arriving at the great planet of Degau, the prince landed the ship effortlessly and they walked out on to the docks where Amelia began to shiver.
“It’s freezing!” she cried while hugging herself.
Sympathy overcame Ero’an who wrapped his cloak about her shoulders, explaining the difference in atmospheric pressure which Amelia only partially understood. They met with the king and queen who opened their arms to Ero’an and regarded Amelia with a very intrusive curiosity.