The Awakening Eye Chapter 2

Chapter II: The Native Tongue

    I blinked in and out of reality. The first glimpses seemed like an alien world. I was not in the same place. I drifted back into unconsciousness several time before a man with a heavy accent attempted to wake me.

    “Wake up!” a small native-looking man said. His hat alone frightened me. It was a braided basket containing feathers of red, white, black, and blue colors and flowers of many different colors and shapes.

    I opened my eyes slowly and gently. I turned my head so I could see the man’s whole body. He was wearing a traditional native Arlackan robe for the chief of the tribe. His skin seemed abnormal. But maybe I was only seeing things. No…

    “Are you blue?” I asked insensitively.

    “Why yes I am a Lioniok, the insect people.” He said with pride. “My name is Pod Foot, I am the leader of the Pod tribe. My name used to be Crey Foot but our previous tribe leader died nobly trying to save your life.”
    Pod Foot took off his hat to let his antennae go free. They sat up there twitching obviously picking up some sort of signal my body was giving off. “May I ask Pod Foot, how did I get here? And how did I escape the task guards?”

    Pod Foot looked into my eyes with bewilderment. What do you mean? You were conscious the up until that shockwave. Then we saw your body in the forest and save you. Well we didn’t the Spirit God did.” From there Pod Foot left the room

    I gazed at him in the same confusement. Impossible, I thought, I lost consciousness in that ditch where I was shot. I thought about the possible theories of what could have happened. But there was a faint whisper of an old man saying “It was me.” I couldn’t understand what my mind was doing.

     My head rang with the shrieks of thousands of high pitched dying soldiers. I wanted to fall asleep but I fought it. In the tent I saw advanced technology for these natives but the neuroscan said my waves were at 50% and from what I know from my year of school is that a neuroscan at 50% is like five people screaming at the top of their lungs and your ear.

    My head spun around as I fought for my consciousness. I tried to stand but I fell to the ground. The wires embedded in my body pulled against my skin. I attempted to crawl into the bed and pass out but I remained on the floor with barely enough energy to breath. I panted heavily and screamed.

    I turned on my side and began to vomit. I was halfway sleeping when heard Pod Foot run in. He obviously heard my cries. He picked me up and put me back into my bed. He grabbed a thick warm quilt from a worrying quilter who I could barely see because my vision was foggy. I vomited a second time.

    Pod Foot looked at the machines wired in with me. I heard a long string of profanities followed by him praying on my bed that I would get better. I was still fighting for consciousness. My eyes opening and closing quickly slowed as it became harder to open my eyes I drifted off for a few moments then woke up again.

    Nothing changed other than four other people standing over my bed putting gifts at the side as a gift when I got better. A scream left my mouth again, I turned on my side and clutched the pillow as hard as I could.

    That was when I lost complete rule over my body and fell asleep violently.

    My eyes blinked open slowly. Pod Foot was talking to another tribe member. He turned to me with a smile. “You were only out for half an hour; I thought you said you wanted to sleep.” Pod Foot chuckled.

    “Wha-” I said tiredly. I looked into the grandfather clock at the other side of the large grey tent. It said 3:49 P.M. in the Madiak system (Inpentian clockwise systems.) When I lost consciousness it was around 4:00 A.M.

    Pod Foot continued, “We found out why some of your memories are gone, Scoria. There is another being inside of you from the Avitian Superwar. We named him ‘The Creature’ a long time again.

    I was four when that happened and my parents never returned. I never knew what happened and why they didn’t come back. Maybe they were dead. Maybe they’re captured on either the decaying Actrican or on the fully operative Mourning Star.

    “Who is the Creature?” I inquired.

    “You tell me,” an herbal healer said. He held up a camera and played. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was awake the entire time, trying to slyly escape from this tent. They couldn’t let me of course. Then I passed out again on the footage. “In when you woke up there was some interference with the camera and audio system. We are trying to slow it down and zoom up but we’ve cam with nothing; it might be the Creature.”

    “So who is this mythical ‘Creature?’ I asked.

    Pod Foot who I had just realized was carrying a tribal staff thrusted the staff to the ground. “Well let’s start from the beginning, there was a race of Moodians. They were large 16 tentacled beasts in the seas of Lambonia. They were extremely intelligent and on the verge of creating pets that could to anything. Moodians specialized in bioengineering. These creatures want and insect who was all terrain. So these creatures did that. They named them the Avitians.

    “The first Avitian was a mess up. The Moodian scientists discarded it, not thinking it was alive. But that was a severe mistake. That one was who we now call the Creature. The Creature crawled through the tunnels of the underground Moodian cities for years. Then one peaceful evening the Creature got out. He led over 10,000 other Avitians out of the city with only three casualties. The Creature and ten other Avitians made a large camp.

    “The Creature went to other Moodian towns and preached against the Moodians. He got a spark of rebellion but the Avitians were simple at the time. The Moodians found the camp and condensed them all into rock. That was when an Inpentian crew of miners found the rock of dense Avitians fourteen thousand years ago. As soon as the mining laser fired the Avitians broke free. The crew shot them several times, injuring four and killing three. That was when the Avitians fled saying ‘We’ll never forget what you’ve done!’ That was when the Inpentians officially became the Avitians enemies. The Avitians biotech brains made their empire expand quickly. That aided the start of the Avitian Superwar. Which was twelve years ago. Your father was the general. He killed the Creature in battle. Then the Creature’s brain mechanics fled to your father then when he died to you.”

    The last sentence made me feel in doldrums. But the explanation made sense. I always thought I had a somebody thinking for me. Because some of the things I had done make me feel ashamed. But what he said made me even creeped out. “Unless we can get that thing out, it’ll keep getting stronger. Nothing will be able to stop it in a few months. Let’s hope the few Avitians left in the universe know nothing of the Creature inside of you.”
    “What happens if they do?” I asked curiously.

    Pod Foot held his hand to his head and shook it like I had said something stupid, which knowing me I probably had. “Then they would experiment on you for years. Probably kill you though and save the Creature in a cybotic body. Then the Creature would kill the Avitians and destroy the universe.”

    That was probably the most blunt sentence I had ever heard. Pod Foot also said it as if he didn’t care, like a sociopath. I wanted to speak but I couldn’t. I raised my finger and opened my mouth but nothing came out. I didn’t have a solution to the Creature inside of me which now saying that makes me feel like I’m harboring a disease that could kill everybody.

    The Avitians are bug-like creatures who as Pod Foot said grow quickly. The only Avitian I’d ever seen in my sixteen years was an Avitian guard holding the masses of raging Inpentians watching their favorite general die to another Avitian. I hadn’t seen the fight other than my father dying.

    That day was typically not my favorite. The Avitians and Inpentians were deciding the winner of the battle through an Inpentian death match. Avitians and Inpentians sat down angrily next to each other. No one spoke a word when the battle started. I sat in the front, not knowing what was going on until the end of the fight.

    My mother gasped frequently. I told her to stop because you know four year olds are just like that. The only part I saw was my father falling to ground and blood spilling from his arms torso and head. Everything before that was me play with my action figures of famous Inpentians I didn’t even know the name of at the time.

    A squad of Avitians walked into the Inpentian side of the arena. They pulled out small guns and shot as much as they could. Some people rebirthed but others were shot twice during their rebirthing. My mother, Antucia protected me.

    Her last words her, “Adralour, take this,” she said handing me a circle with an eye in it. “It’ll protect you for what’s coming.”

    “Mommy, what’s going on?” I remembered myself asking.

    “Nothing, you will be okay my little rock. No one will hurt you.” she said while bending over.

    “Pinky Promise?” I asked.

    “Pinky Promise,” she said with a smile.

    A loud sound fired from the behind us. My mother’s eyes went blank. The pupils shrunk as she was still bent over. That was when she fell to the ground. An Avitian with a large gun stood there with a distilled face of anger.

    Instinctively, I sat down next to her and asked her if she could get up. I remember saying, “Mommy, please get up, one of my toys came to life. Please? You pinky promised.”

    The Avitian ran away. I saw the blood from the wound at the time not comprehending what it was. I layed down next her for the almost next four hours. I hadn’t understood what is was at the time but I used one of my stuffed animals to mop up the blood which had reached my arms and face.

    Later that night I heard loud sounds in the stadium. I got up and ran. My vision was blurry at the time and I don’t much after tt until what I thought was a few days later when I woke up in an alley way. I set up camp there. An academy tried to force me to go o school but I declined… I wish I didn’t I can hardly read the Flacticonaptisourious script.

    After that I think we have caught up on. I felt as if explaining that was like going through a hyperloop or a time vortex. A cloud of purple and blue… stuff swirled around me. I became aware that I was no longer in the stadium of both my parents deaths. I was back in the tribal tent where I vomited on the bed I was sleeping on and the floor I would soon stand on.

    “Scoria! Scoria! Scoria, can you hear me?” Pod Foot yelled at me.

    I blinked slowly while realising that the insectoid was holding a bowl of soup. I rose quickly, putting the bowl of soup down from his hand with a simple gesture. He repeated if I could hear him. “Yes, I was just… thinking.” I said with a pause.

    The truth was that I thought I would be embarrassed to tell him that story. “I am actually quite peckish, do we have anything else. I’m not much of a soup fan.” I told Pod Foot.

    “Sure!” He said with a bright smile.

    I rose from out of my blankets and realised that I was literally, only in my underwear. I asked if their was and clothing I could use. The closest thing to clothing they found after half an hour of cold air against my bare skin were some rags. I put them on anyway. The only things they managed to salvage from me were my raggedy leather boots, my wallet (which only contained a license to drive a vehicle that someone stole from me), and a pilot's helmet which for some reason was in my burning jacket.

    I slipped my feet into my old, brown boots so I could walk around the village. It was a small village on a bluff only about two miles from the city. The outskirts of town were visible from the tallest peaks on the bluff. Coniferous trees wedged out of the ground. There was a small peaceful river current flowing from the jagged, blue-rocked mountains. My vision got foggy near the bright green grass at the top of the mountain which was surrounded by clouds. Blue rocks from the mountains littered the coniferous forest the village was located in. The size varied from the size of pebbles to ones I can’t even climb.

    The drop seemed dangerous but I actually wasn’t. The most hurt someone was after falling down the drop was a broken femur.

    There were around twenty to forty village house which were composed of white planks and tree bark. Some Lioniok people mingled with each other and performed their daily routines. There was a lake up in the bluff with a dock where people would fish. I attempted to walk over there but Pod Foot pulled my shoulder.

    “We must get to the food market. They will serve our meals there.” He said.

    I followed him as well as I could for someone who couldn’t read their written languages. When we came to a large shack with a sign outside of it which looked some what like someone sniffing a piece of mutton with their antenna.

    Pod Foot opened the door for me and in there was a yellow and black wasp-like woman serve food as fast as a person with six arms and four wings could (which is really fast). She smiled at me and I suddenly became aware that half of my body wasn’t wrapped in clothing. I looked away hoping I could forget about it but it was stuck in my mind.

    “Ah, I hear this is Scoria,” she said in a thick accented young voice.

    Pod Foot looked at me then back at her and said, “Ilaske, we are hungry and in search of a tunic and leggings.”

    Ilaske took out the closest thing to food and gave me a shirt and some pants Woohoo! Pants! My legs were so cold. I went into the bathroom not knowing which one of was which but apparently I got it right.

    I came back out and it seemed Pod Foot had found a seat for us next to a stinkbug guy. I ate like I hadn’t eaten in weeks which I probably hadn’t. I was hungry! I ate a first serving but my stomach still felt as empty. I got one more serving. And a serving after that. By the time we were done I couldn’t feel my ribs anymore.

    “Okay you’re off on your own for a little bit. We start training your abilities in one hour.” Pod Foot commanded. I was about to ask about my abilities but he was already out the door. I went out the door myself. I strolled over to the lake and sat down by the dock. I kicked my feet at the water.

    I began to think. What happens if I can’t do whatever Pod Foot wants me to do I thought. Surely it couldn’t be very bad. Maybe like get someone hurt or something. But even so I didn’t want to get someone hurt.

    Ten minutes into thought someone pushed me into the water. My head submerged below the lake for almost five seconds. Once I reached the top I turned around to see none other than Ilaske.