Looking Down at the Earth

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   A tall woman stormed into the throne room, her blue eyes flickering left and right. She wore a long flowing green dress with blue accents, on her shoulders sat a silver cape with blue gold clasps, and on her chest was a silver breast-pin with the name Sanfle engraved on it. 

  Despite the woman's angry demeanor she seemed almost scared. She threw herself at a desk, throwing papers left and right, searching for something. Sanfle flinched as imaginary phantoms roamed the room preparing to pounce on her. 

A servant ran into the room behind her and tried to help her, "my queen what is it you're looking for?"

"The stone, our family jewel! Strit my good man do you know where my son is?" Sanfle was in such a rush she couldn't seem to get her words nor her thoughts in order. 

"Islian! Islian where are you?" Sanfle gave up on the desk and raced to the counter to search there. Strit knew where the adorable little rascal hid and went to get him.

"Mother?" a young boy with silvery golden hair and gorgeous luminescent violet eyes was carted moments later into the room. his feet were bare and he wore a green tunic with blue pants, silver shoes and cape, and a breast-pin like his mothers with the name Islian instead. His short hair seemed to liquefie as he raced towards her seeing the crazed state she was in and desperately tried to calm her down.

"What's wrong mother? Whats going on," the boy attempted to question. "Islian, the stone, do you have it?" Sanfle gasped, tightly clutching his arms in an attempt to keep his attention.

"The family stone? Yes, yes I do, i'm sorry I didn't know you needed it. Now what's going on?"

"No time to explain, quickly, go to the ship. Take the essentials only," She began to grow hoarse and hiccups made her flood of gasping and questions slow. The boy opened his mouth prepared to argue, but the second he opened his mouth he felt a hand on his shoulder.

 Turning around he saw the tearful eyes of his century old beloved family servant. Strit looked ashen and his voice shook, I love you my boy, and I will always fight for you but right now we must go and I must keep you safe."

"Y-yes...I...o-ok, i'll go," Islian crumbled. He he didn't know what was happening, but he knew Strit would never lie to the royals. He hugged his mother and leaned on her desperately trying to take in the very essence of the woman.

Suddenly loud footsteps in the hallway became noticeable, men's voices became loud enough to be heard over his mother's soft cries.

"Go," she murmured. "Get in the ship, take your emergency bag and Strit, leave me here, I'll be fine."

  Islian knew her last statement was a lie, and it hurt him to know such a thing. And yet, he ran. It was better for him and his country, he knew that, and yet he felt like his whole head might rip apart from the painful feelings that swept through him. 

  He came upon the ship quickly, it was easier considering Strit knew exactly where it was. The bag was already set up in the ship, as the servant fired it up though Islian could hear the sounds of what he believed might be screams, and yet as quickly as he heard them they were gone drowned out by the engines loud purring.

@Destination+*

a mechanical voice came from the dashboard emergency point. "Emergency safety protocol," Strit ordered.

~<randomly_ chosen*

_-safe_planet*

-{command approved}

And like that the boy and his servant were shot into space, flying and millions of miles an hour heading towards a distance random planet far off the board of their normal computers. 

The ship placed the two in hypersleep to make sure they would have enough energy when they arrived and to keep them occupied for several days of hyper-speed travel.

Dark

Cold

Silent

Tears

Who am I?

What's happening?

Help me please!!

I'm drowning

I can't breathe

I can't remember

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[Arrived...Arrived...Arrived]^^*

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Alright so this is my first story that hasn't fallen imminently apart, also forgive me for my awful notes i really suck at confrontation, even through the screen. Anyways the characters so far are all aliens, and live on the planet Aerion, and Islian lost his memories.