"...Where's the Moonlight Kingdom?" Edward asked. Now Schadel was beginning to look curious, too, since it was clearly not a place that either one of them were familiar with.
James looked sheepishly to the ground. He knew this time would come. When he'd have to admit that he wasn't from the same places as them. And then they'd think he was weird, just like they'd thought of each other when they were arguing and stuff.
"It's... it's in Nye," he muttered quietly. "That's my home."
Schadel and Edward looked at each other for a moment, each musing over the answer before turning back to their brother. James weirdly looked almost like he was worried about having said where the Moonlight Kingdom was - Schadel couldn't figure out why until she started running through the order of things in her head. He lived near Hedgale, which had to be a town. Then the town was in the Moonlight Kingdom, and kingdom were like countries. A country could either be in a continent or a world, but she had never heard of a continent called Nye before.
"What's an alien?" Engel asked, grabbing another marshmallow and shoving it into his mouth.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Damascus wasn't sure what an alien was either, but he guessed that it had something to do with where James had said he was from. He sat on his brother's shoulder and gently nipped at the hair at the neck of James' neck with his bill, as a reassurance.
"Where is Nye?" he asked, curious. "I thought you were human too. Does being from Nye mean you aren't?"
"We don't know this is Prussia-" Edward started to argue, but Schadel cut him off before he could finish.
"We're not aliens!" Schadel exclaimed. "Not alien-aliens, anyways. I've been reading about them in Blanx's books. They're people from other worlds. James is an alien-alien to us because Nye's got to be another planet, but we'd be alien-aliens to him because we're the ones from the different planet!"
Edward, originally put out about being interrupted again by Schadel, immediately perked up when he realized what she was talking about. "Like the Martians!" he exclaimed. James was almost certainly human, but he couldn't help but be excited - he was in the middle of reading The War of the Worlds.
Schadel grinned from ear-to-ear. "Yeah, like them! Only James has a human soul, so I guess aliens are more like us than Mr. Wells thought."
Schadel nodded wisely. "That's what your soul said, too," she agreed, then turned back to Damascus with a big grin on her face. "Martians are alien-aliens! They're from another world called Mars, and they wanted to take over the planet. They're big, and they're scary, and they take your blood! Their body is a really, really long head-" She held her arms out to show just how long it was. "-with two beady eyes, a beak mouth. And then their arms are a bunch of tentacles, like ten or twenty! And they wave them around like this-" Now she shook her arms out wildly. "-and they can snatch you! And once they snatch you, you're not going to escape!"
She took a deep breath, running out of air thanks to the passionate explanation.
"And if a Martian showed up here, they could kill us in a heartbeat. Well, kill you. They can't kill me - only reaper weapons can do that! They'd probably just capture me and study me like a test subject."
If he had been a little confused at first, Engel was now completely and utterly lost. Alien-alien? Planet? Martian? Kill them?
"Maybe Nye is just another country!" he suggested. "Like the big place with gold that doesn't really have gold."
There! That was reasonable.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Schadel earnestly shook her head. "It's not!" she protested. "Nye's definitely not. If it was another country and not another world, then James would recognize some of the stuff we've been talking about! But he hasn't! He's just like Dami."
"Dami's just from Hell," he protested. "That's like...an afterlife, not a...plan-it."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
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