Chapter 3: An Angel's Limit (OUTDATED)

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The crew sit straight at his words. Melvin recommended the crew to turn their face to the monitor. DAVID starts to play the crystal clear footage of the multiple sentient life habiting on the face of the planet. The was an eerie silence as they watched, and was only broken when the footage ended, only leaving off one. 

"What. The. FUCK." John said.

"Not even a day in and this planet has delivered more mysteries than the first 5 years of exploring Alpha Centauri. I mean... like.. humans! On another planet! Along with multiple humanoids that appear to come straight out of a fantasy!" William said.

"And those red-skinned, they look awfully a lot similar." said Robert.

"Maybe we are living in a simulation?" said Mike.

"What are the odds of this happening?" asked Anna.

"Technically, 100% Dr. Anna" Melvin responded,

The crew was in a state of shock. This was an unexpected discovery beyond their wildest dreams. They were struggling to construct sentences properly. Melvin gave them time to cool off. "Ladies and Gentlemen! I have one final footage I would like to show you. He plays the final footage.

There was a little native girl on the bottom of the waterfall. She reached out her hand and chanted words in their alien language. A magic circle appeared, then a ball of water came out of thin air. It was then shot into the pond. All  of it was captured, in crystal clear footage. Melvin turn to face the others.

The jaws of the crew were wide open. An absolute silence has entered the room. They all looked at each other, contemplating what they have seen. Some thing, that might have been considered impossible, something that has been in the realm of fantasy and fiction for millennia, has just been overturned.

"This planet... has more than it seems." said John.

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Before the sun rises once more of the realm of Nalla. The voice of the mother wakes Shbell Ohmswart up from her deep slumber.  An elven girl at the ripe age of 12. With hair that was looked and valued as silver, being as 2/3rds tall as a longbow, and gifted with her mother's green eyes. She dashed out of her room, down the stairs and sat on the chair facing the table where they would eat. The table was round, held together with 3 legs. The chair they sat on was more of a stool. On the table was a round wooden plate. Next to them was a spoon, a wooden knife and a fork. All of it it made out a wood called Hallina wood, a cedar brown hardwood that grows in a small section of the forest they live in. 

Her mother was Shre Ohmswart, a blonde haired beauty with green eyes with a bit of bust to her chest. She usually go out with her Kanori friend with her green tunic and blue pants, while carrying her bow bestowed to her by her, now dead, great grandfather. Meanwhile Shbell's father, Shlend Ohmswart, was a muscular, silver haired icon with aqua blue eyes. Well known in his kind for being stronger than steel, and attracts envy to keep the world going around. There were high expectations for Shbell.

She sat at the table while her mother distributed the cooked food on her plate. The menu today was Kirana, a dish with a big blue vegetable of the side of the plate while all sorts of other greens covered the rest of the plate. The family all held hands together, and started to say a prayer before indulging the meal on the table.

Once they had finished, they all prepared themselves to go to the  great temple tree of the Kanori. Shbell was given a green gown as her outfit to attend the ritual. She cried asking why they has to attend. 

"As you know dear, today is the final day where some of our Kanori friends are nearing their time on this realm, so they have to sacrifice themselves in order for goddess Hmarlia to  bring forth new Kanori to help us preserve nature. Since you are becoming a big girl, it is your duty to learn the sacred ritual."

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