Donovan 'Nova' Fey Peters is an Althean, the supposed phenomenon of the New World's Creation. Aware of the wrong means of her existence, her inner faith proclaims her identity as a savage on the red earth, mutated beyond repair, meant to be the last remainder of the human kind, a fraction of it that is. But somehow, a troubled man who was once hidden in the shadows, a fully human one brings out the broken soldier's veiled humanity. Together, they must fight the volatile world before them and all they once stood for.
The pain stops like a dying sun. We broke through for oxygen, claiming it in our lungs with the vermilion skies looming above our heads and all I can think of is how unexpected our encounter has been.
He might've almost drowned but he recovers quickly, sputtering water as we sat on the rocky shore.
His bright cobalt blue eyes roam over me, staring. Yet I don't see terror. I see wonder and intrigue. That's thoughtful of him.
Personally, I think I look like a creature from hell, a beast. He has other opinions though.
"How is this possible?" He asked, stammering, bubbling with excitement. I refrain myself from becoming angry. Control, I reminded myself.
"Unstable biofield," I answered his question reluctantly, muttering the truth under my breath.
His mouth explodes into a wide grin as he reached behind me, his hand touching the scales across my back, in a manner that suggests he's petting the surface of something soft, fur perhaps instead of reptilian skin.
"Amazing," he remarked breathlessly.
I've lost count of how many times I've heard that, or something similar along those lines, but that's the first time I believed it. I believe him.