Primal Fear

i. alien

One —————— ALIEN

When surrounded by war,
one must eventually choose a side.

The waves clashed roughly at the harbor of New York as a car was parked at the boardwalk, a slim blonde woman leaning up against it, a cigarette between her red lips. The moonlight reflected off the waves, with hints of glitter and shine bouncing off the soft ripples. The night at Happy Harbor's boardwalk was somewhat quiet like every other night in the small town. Until, a sliver, narrow spaceship slowed down to land on the sand of the beach, the engine slowly coming to a stop with particles of sand and salt water spraying around. The woman flicked her cigarette into the ground, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her cropped leather jacket and she walked down the wooden steps until her combat boots were sunken in the beach.

A man, white hair and brown skin and formal silver clothes stepped out of the ship with his hands behind his back. He murmured words to the blonde in a unidentified language and kissed her. Their lips clashing onto each other for a few good seconds before breaking it. The man used a handkerchief to wipe off her red lipstick stains. The woman used the back of her hand to wipe off the taste of his crusted lips and her face curled in disgust. "Why do you people do this? Kiss every time you meet someone new?" She questioned.

"Well," the man had a ice cold, sharp voice. "I never been to Earth so I never spoke the language. We kiss newcomers to gain the language. Through ——"

"Lip contact. I get it." The woman crossed her arms over her chest and looked passed the man's shoulders to peer into the open spaceship. "Where's the girl? Bruce doesn't like waiting." The man turned us head slightly. "Dārilaros," he spoke in a foreign language.

A tall girl, brown skin and long white hair, dressed in a silver and white crop top and matching pants that were decorated in metal, emerged from the ship and onto the sands. She carried a small bag in her hands and she had a sword on her back, along with a thin piece of jewelry on her forehead. She looked at the man, her striking blue eyes narrowing with her thin white brows. "Iksos bisa se ābra?" The language was foreign to the blonde woman; she quirked a brow trying to decipher what she was saying.

"Yes it is," the man finally spoke in English. "Mrs. Lance." He turned to the other lady in front of him. "Please take care of her. The princess has been having a hard time lately. Unfortunately, she was our only hope for Korasnow."

"Mhm." Dinah looked down at the sands then looked back up go face him. She had a reassuring smile on her lips. "She'll be taken good care of. I promise." He nodded, facing the young girl. He grabbed her arms and pressed her forehead against his own, the two of them shutting their eyes. "Kostagon īlon rhaenagon arlī, dārilaros."

Kuruk had been Princess Froststorm's personal guard ever since she was born. Kuruk was a well built, buff man, handsome with a dark complexion and blue eyes that meant well. Kuruk and Froststorm had a connection and trusted each other with their lives.

It seemed almost ironic that a Korasnowi was moving to earth. Earth was forbidden —— especially since Anya went missing. Anya. The girl who dreamed of exploring galaxy always had her heart set on Earth. Earth is dangerous. They kill our kind. But a Korasnowi girl — a princess was setting foot in the forbidden foreign land. Maybe Anya had talked me too much about Earth and she disappeared for good, people say in the mountains but only the gods know.