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| Ming's Tales; A deeper look at Ming's past | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 4 2008, 06:33 PM (94 Views) | |
| Tails | Mar 4 2008, 06:33 PM Post #1 |
Ah made it mahself! ^^ 'Tis Albany, the albino rabbit.
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This is, I guess, my first official fanfic. Please, I would love feedback. ^^"" I hope you enjoy it. Also posted on my DA account, PrettyRose. This is the first chapter. It is long, so just hang in there! ^^" __________ Ming’s Tales By: Tails of TTFF, PrettyRose of DA Ch.1 “It’s quiet, wouldn’t you say? So peaceful and perfect,” Ming said, picking up what looked like an oversized plastic Mexican jumping bean with arms, legs, a helmet, and wheels on its back. The bean clapped and laughed, showing its uneven pointed teeth. “It sure is! Perfect for a practical joke, I hope you mean!” squealed the jumping bean. It reached up and tugged a lock of Ming’s bangs, laughing some more. “Stop it Sin!” she cried, batting the little bean’s tiny arms away from her bangs. “You know how sensitive my antennae are.” The bean, deemed Sin, jumped out of Ming’s arms and hopped through the deep and lank underbrush that, actually, was porous stone. It had been spongified and reshaped to resemble something similar to that of an armchair. Ming sighed and dragged her feet after Sin, an overlarge sweat drop running down over her temple. “Sin,” she moaned, dropping onto the armchair-shaped rock, holding her head, “please just don’t get into trouble and don’t go too far away. You know there’s supposed to be an assembly in a few short star settings.” Sin’s laugh echoed through the tunnels as he called back, “Don’t worry about me! Worry about you!” Ming sighed and rubbed her forehead, brushing her bangs out of her face. The assembly would center primarily around, she knew, herself and nine other Hexinlags. But she didn’t know why. But she also didn’t have to worry about it right this second. She had to worry about Sin and what he was doing under the rock. “Sin!” Ming called, diving under the chair into the tunnel, laughing. “Get back here!” _____ Sin bounced up and down next to Ming, who was brushing her hair back with the sleeves of her green shirt. “Can’t you hurry it up?” Sin whined, crossing his arms impatiently and stomping his feet. “You only have to put on a helmet and you’re ready,” Ming shot back, a smile on her face. “I know you’re eager to know what our assignment is, but everyone will be looking at me, so I have to look at least somewhat decent.” “Wait, what? Everyone will be looking at us?” Sin’s cheeks blazed red for a moment. “Waah! I have to make myself decent! I have to make myself handsome! Wait for me!” He sprinted past the porous rock and out of sight. Ming laughed and waited patiently at the front door, brushing her wings down into an acceptable pose. A few minutes later, Sin came back looking almost exactly the same has he had when he had sprinted off. “OK,” he wheezed, lifting his arms to get picked up. “I’m ready. Let’s go! Come on, Hexinloft ain’t growin’ any smaller!” Ming rolled her eyes and picked up Sin, then pushed through the almost wormhole-like stretch of wall that lead onto her planet’s surface. It closed behind her like slime. The planet was red and barren. Above the loose red gravel, a blazing sun, so close to the planet it turned the sky permanently red. Closer to the planet than the giant blazing star were three asteroid-sized moons hanging on the brink of crashing into the atmosphere (the gravity of the planet was very strong). One moon was blue and far, far away from the sun, and crusted with jagged ice. The second was green and the second closest to the sun, covered in lush vegetation due to the plentiful source of light on one side, the constant stream of rain from the blue moon on the other, and the fact that its own rotation was so fast. The third and closest moon to the sun was red, like the current surface of the planet Ming stood on, and dry as a desert. The yellow second of Ming’s wing, as soon as it was hit with sunlight, began to shimmer like planets would in the Milky Way galaxy. Sin jumped up and down in Ming’s arms. “Please,” he begged, even placing his hands together in front of Ming’s face. “Please, Ming, can we fly there? It’s so much easier than walking, and so much faster! Come on, Ming, let’s fly!” The Hexinlag laughed and stretched her wings. The fanned out from her back rather than stretched from a fixed point (like a bat’s wings would). Ming bent down, her wings fanned out and curled up slightly. She pushed off from the loose dirt hard, sending red dust everywhere as her wings flapped furiously to keep her aloft long enough to begin gliding. Sin laughed and clapped, and Ming glided easily over the angry red rock below her. Ming curled her wings one way so that she spun around once, hugging Sin tightly to her chest. Sin yelled out in surprise and fright, his little arms and legs waving about like a kite on a windy day. Ming leveled out her flight path and aimed herself in the Grand Hall’s direction, where the assembly was to be held. She expected a huge crowd, a whole bunch of the planet to show up. The Grand Hall was big enough to fit the entire Hexinlag population twice. The trick was, most of it was underground. There were many underground siderooms, as big as the main hall, with huge viewing screens so that the crowds in those rooms didn’t miss a thing. “There!” Sin cried, after about ten minutes of gliding stiffly in the same direction. Ming had seen it far before Sin had, but she knew how much Sin liked pointing things out to her, she let him see it first. “I can see it, Sin,” she said, squinting forward towards the great gold egg-shaped Grand Hall. She glided a bit lower over the planet’s soft red crust, turning her wings forward so that she could slow down enough to land without kicking up too much dust. It was definitely not what Ming had expected. There was no line of Hexinlag waiting to be positioned within the Grand Hall, and the hall itself looked ancient, like nobody had been there in ages to tidy it up. Red dust had started to collect over the entrance to the hall and in the cracks and crevices of the great egg dome. The inside of the Grand Hall . . . well, Ming couldn’t tell. She had never been inside the sacred building. As she entered, the sight astounded her. Her species’ colors, gold, green and purple, lined the huge inside of the dome in intricate designs and patterns of swirls and spirals. The gold color created a cage-like effect, spawning from the very center of the top of the dome and ending in ten gold columns around the walls. In the center of the grand sight were 11 other individuals, all similar to Ming, but each with their own unique characteristic. Only two others had pets like Sin with them. Ming walked forward nervously, Sin still in her arms. The two eldest looking of the group smiled as she approached and opened their arms in a welcoming gesture. Ming set Sin down and mimicked them, smiling and opening her arms. One of the elders, who had only bangs and wore slightly discolored clothing articles nodded to the other nine Hexinlag children present. The other elder, whose eyes were much narrower than anyone else’s and whose forehead sported a brilliant gold egg-shaped pin, raised one of his arms above his head. “Now that you are all here,” began the second elder, before the youngest Hexinlag, who waved her arm furiously above her head, interrupted him. “Where’s everyone else?” she wailed, clutching her pet in her not-waving hand. “This is everyone,” said the first elder. “And I think we should begin by introducing ourselves. I’m sure no one here has ever met one another, am I right? Let me begin. My name is Lexinlor, and I am from the ice region.” His voice was low, slow, controlled, and gentle. “You may call me Helir,” said the second elder. His voice was sharp and monotone. Ming winced, his voice felt like sharp brambles against her eardrums. “Shaia,” said another narrow-eyed Hexinlag. On both her cheeks blazed a six-pointed star, bright bright gold against her pale putty skin. The sleeves of her shirt were short, and only just came down to her fingertips. She was one of the few who had a pet like Sin along with her. “Malia!” called the youngest Hexinlag who had interrupted Helir before. She had a squeak of a voice and brilliant green clothes. Her hair curled up at the very end, a rare sighting for the Hexinlag race. Her little pet squeaked happily and jumped up onto Malia’s back. “I’m Malsarna,” piped up the third female, stepping forward out of the shadow of the small group. Her eyes were very angled, but not narrow. Her skirt was very short and only just showed below the cap that held it in place over her huge hips. Her hair was short, and her bangs hung down over her face instead of sticking straight over it. “Kalsai,” murmured the fourth, lifting her head up. She was shorter than the others, even young Malia, and her wings looked very stiff and fragile. Her bangs were pulled back and her skirt draped onto the floor like a curtain. “You may all call me Revola,” chimed in the sixth, brushing her long bangs to the side of her face. She was the tallest, and had a certain quality that Ming couldn’t name but that made her seem like the friendliest. “Ninea,” added the seventh. Her eyes were very distinct; they were more of a turquoise than the standard blue, and they crossed slightly. On both her cheeks, too, were bright yellow stars, but they had only five points like the one on Ming’s left cheek. “Muilel,” said the eighth. She looked very plain: droopy eyes, flat hair, and the palest of all the skin there. It was the color of paper mache. “Nichirea!” chimed in the ninth. Her hair was the shortest, and curled around her face. Her eyes were narrower than anyone else’s, and had a strange defect; they were a solid green color. It was finally Ming’s turn. Her arms shook as she stepped forward, and her voice caught in her throat. She felt a small push at her legs; Sin was nudging her to speak. “My name’s Ming,” she choked, looking particularly at Malia and Helir. Malia was very young, too young to even be considered to be the center of a meeting in the Grand Hall. And Helir . . . Ming had a bad feeling now. “There’s no time to waste on descriptions of each other,” Lexinlor said, his voice going from soft to firm in a matter of moments. “We must be swift if you are to avoid this plague.” “Plague?” asked Revola. She pushed her overlong bangs back behind her egg-shaped head. “What plague?” “It’s a *****, it is,” Kalsai piped in. “It destroys us.” “You are some of the last few females we have that are not infected,” Lexinlor continued, crossing his arms and arching his wings. “You must leave, must run, and take as many of our offspring as you can.” “You mean like babies?” Malia cried, hugging her little Sin creature. “Finnen and I would LOVE babies!” “Not babies,” said Helir sternly, placing his head on Malia’s head. “Eggs. We have managed to procure 150 eggs which are still good, and can travel for a period of time. Time . . . we have very little time. You ten must hurry if any of the Hexinlag race is to survive.” “But what ab-“ began Malia, but Helir interrupted. “No time! You ten must run. Flee the planet. Your ships are ready; they have your share of eggs on them. Find a host planet or planets on which your eggs—yes, your eggs—can hatch and grow in peace and health. You have your instruction, now GO!” His last word was like a burning match that lit the fuse that set the ten females running to the hanger section of the Grand Hall. “I don’t. . . .” Lexinlor suddenly collapsed. Helir bent down quickly, scooping up his partner. He looked absolutely panicked. Back in the hangar, Ming was the last to enter. She was astounded by the sight. It was a dome, like the Grand Hall, but plated in silver tiles from top to bottom. Lights lined the space where the floor and walls met. The light glanced off the reflective silver and dazzled the ten yellow-brown pods lined up against the back wall of the dome, each with a cargo bay lined with blue spotted eggs the size of buckets. The pods were big car-sized ovals with trailer-like engines attached to the back of the hull. A fan with four ribs was stamped on each of the engine packs. The four oldest Hexinlag jumped into the cockpits of the first four pods, and plastic-glass barriers lowered down over them. The other six followed their lead, Ming dragging her feet behind the others. She took the pod in the middle, first lifting Sin up into the cockpit and then climbing in herself. “What button do I press?” Sin asked excitedly, grinning evily and rubbing his hands together. “You,” said Ming, pushing Sin behind the seat, “aren’t pushing anything.” Sin blushed and rubbed his head. “Aw, come on! You know I wanna. . . .” “Yes, I know you wanna, but that doesn’t mean you will!” Ming snapped, turning around and grabbing a stick with her left hand and positioning her right over a keypad. The plastic-glass windshield lowered over them, and the great silver dome above opened wide into the red sky. “Here we go,” Ming muttered, pushing the stick forward. The dashboard below her flashed to life. The engines roared to life. It was time to find a new home. |
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