Surrendering Isn't an Option

-Part 2-

The rocking of the vehicle made my stomach feel sick, and I could barley balance in my curled up position now. I put my legs down again, and looked tiredly into the remaining part of the now purple-blue ocean. The rain forest-like land pushed into view, ushering way the indigo fields from sight. The last glimmer of the field reflection disappeared behind a green tree that was decorated with tiny orange flowers that shut into a bud when we neared. 

The Neuros had stopped talking an hour prior, which improved my mood; the last thing I wanted to hear was more neurosan. I would have liked to say i felt far far away but I'd only ever been in a damp cell. The vehicle shook violently, and I hung wearily over the rim. I felt like a slave being shipped across an unpleasant plateau.

I looked up, my eye had caught something up ahead, a light. A green glowing orb that was standing on  a single staff neared as the vehicle slowed and came to a halt. There was something majestic about the light. I supposed it seemed so because in the day the forest was bursting with color, but at night it lost it's flare and saturation, dimming in comparison to this glowing piece of art.

"Out." said the rough voice of the pufferfish, opening the door for me to leave through. I stood up, stepped through the frame of the exit, and dropped onto the forest ground. I had never worn shoes, at least not since I was eight, so I could feel the soft and moist soil and the pretty purple flowers that coated the floor like moss. I took the time to notice how sweet the air was again before turning to face the Neuros, who got out of the vehicle , which shut it's door and zoomed away at the second they had gotten down.

The puffer fish Neuros walked in front of me, and the King behind me, as they followed a path of those mystical glowing orbs. You could see the thin fog of the forest swim in front of the light, just like oil in water.

Nearly stumbling over because I wasn't watching my feet, I looked around in awe. The trees seemed to be thinning, but the orange flowers on their trunks didn't let up, making the trees look like they were wearing a fuzzy coat. And then I couldn't see the trees anymore-- because there were no trees. They'de stopped growing, and I looked up to find a strange sight.

A giant white dome sat before me, no pattern, no design, just half of an enormous snow-white ball. You could see the square plates it was made of, and a few of the bolts showed where the color was rusted off. At the base of the dome lurked large bubbles, see through and big enough to fit twenty people. They sat against the dome and had large black tubes coming out from the top, almost as if there to put in a gas or liquid...

As we neared the giant I saw silvery railings seated on top of the sphere, which resembled a crown of some sort, metal and glowy in the darkness. The soft squishy ground now became stiff and level, for the supporting of the enormous structure, though the purple flowers were still present under the soles of my feet. Walking towards the structure I felt a sense of foreboding, like I wouldn't be able to leave if I got too close. I was minature, a piece of dust to the dome, and I didn't know what it was-- or what it did.

I dragged my feet forward unwillingly, as the Neuros were very close to me, and even though they had no weapons and looked slower than I, I was weary for any guards or spies. We were very near the dome, about ten flower infested feet away when i realised there were no doors, or any entrance, as far as I'd seen. But as if in synchronization with my thought, a circular metal plate, hidden so well in the globe I couldn't have seen it before, slid to the right with a hiss, and silence, revealing a way in. I followed the Puffer fish in and as he moved aside from my view, just as my feet met a cold slate, I was blinded.

I blinked rapidly, try to adjust my eyes faster to the sudden blare of light. I could faintly make out my surroundings, as everything came to view and registered through my lense. There was something long before me, which turned into an extended table, made of a dark and polished wood, and what looked like red leather footstools (or were they seats?) lined the sides, with a grand throne at the far end, which was easily fifty feet away from me. It's seating looked like red leather at first as well, but from the shine in it, I could tell it was some soft velvety material. The frame of the chair, so delicately carved, clear from this distance was made of some shimmery gold material, with something metallic glittering before it on the table.