I wrote this about 18 months ago and forgot about it. You're welcome, darling.
The ship rocked violently as another volley of cannon fire struck the hull. My mother clutched me tightly as we huddled in the back of the cockpit. I distinctly remember the smell of her perfume clashing with the rotten stench of the blood that had been shed in the cargo hold of the ship. There was an attempt at a coup; the king and queen of the planet (my parents) were on a philanthropic mission to the starving planet of Airon. Their food had been almost completely wiped out by a disease engineered by a mysterious group. It appeared now that the same group was attacking us, and that they were responsible for the coup, going to such lengths as to bribe or threaten our royal guard to attack us.
Mother took out her communicator and called a friend of the family. From what I gathered, she was talking to a Dromedary named Saharah and her cousin. Their family had been good friends with ours for generations, since before my parents were born. She closed the communicator and ran up to the pilot’s chair to whisper something in my father’s ear, who was piloting the ship furiously. He nodded, flinging beads of sweat around the windshield. It wasn’t until much, much later that I would realize we were all in very grave danger, and that we didn’t have our usual convoy of ships to defend us.
Mother ran back to me and whispered something in my ear. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but I do remember that I was going to leave my family for a little while and that Aunt Saharah (that’s what I called her) and her cousin were going to be checking in on me from time to time. They told me that on the planet I was going to be sent to, there weren’t going to be a lot of humans, but there were plenty of new friends for me to make anyway.
Mother put a yellowed bag of something in my backpack and gave me a present. It was our family’s symbol, two pointed tops on either side of the head. She instructed me to wear it at all times under the hats I wore so Saharah could recognize me. A tear rolled from her eye as she placed me in one of the escape pods. Mother delicately pressed the button to send me off with the other nineteen escape pods on board the ship.
When I crash-landed, I was already unconscious. I know that I crashed near a train station, and I can only assume that Saharah or her walrus cousin found me and put me on a train bound for the town I was going to.
That was ten years ago, so I don’t remember much. I vaguely remember seeing a very tall, bluish cat sit across from me on a train, and I remember handing over the yellowed bag (full of something called Bells, which were apparently the planet’s currency) to a raccoon. I still proudly wear my family’s royal symbol to this day. Saharah and her cousin, named Wendell, visit me from time to time. Each time they come, I ask about my parents and my home. Each time they respond, they tell me stories of a continuing civil war, claiming millions of lives in the bloodshed. My parents are either in hiding or possibly dead. I have not given up hope, though.
Be patient, Mom. Be patient, Dad. We’ll see each other again someday.
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