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“What!” I frantically reached for Garsle’s hand and held it tightly inside my own. I could see the whites of her eyes which was an uncommon thing for Malonians. It only happened when they were filled with terror. “I don’t want to go to Earth.”

“I’m sorry Marzil, according to my evaluation sheet, you rank in the 93 percentile for a good match for Earth, it would be 100% except for one thing.” He glanced at my tail, which was a strange deformity, but it gifted me with an amazing power, the ability to be unseen, or as some people called it, invisibility. “I’m going to have to take you now.”

“Wait, what? Warzle said classes begin today.” I stammered, my friends, my parents, I didn’t want to leave Malonia, not now, not ever.

“Classes for the general population of children will begin classes today. You and four other Malonians from Riverio will begin a more extensive full time training for exactly one week starting now. I will excuse you from school, and take you home where you can gather some personal items. Anything that is too unearthly will be taken upon arrival at training school. You will mission on Earth from anywhere between three to five years depending on training school evaluation. More will be discussed when we get to Lonka.” He walked past Garsle and into the school. Somehow he knew his way to the office and explained the situation to the ladies who dealt with attendance.

When the strange man told the attendance manager I was going to earth, she too, showed me the whites of her eyes with respect. I looked back at here with a trembling feeling of horror but somehow, found the courage to follow the man back out of the school building.

He loaded me into his capsul and I starred out the tiny square hole and watched to world zoom by. I wished I was in the underworld instead. Outside the capsle, tiny but tall houses connected to each other floated in the air. Occasionally I would see a Malonian walk up the steps from the road into their front door.

The already knew where I lived, a small floating house with no yard practically attached to two neighboring houses and one behind it. The capsul automatically parked itself on the side of the road outside my house.

“Mother,” I called for her name when I walked into the front door. I marched past the tables containing artifacts from the underworld and into the kitchen where Mother stood with a screen in front of her. She quietly whispered ingredients for what I suspected was going to be dinner and dumped whatever she was holding in her hand into the skillet.

“Marzil,” She sighed turning off the stove, “Did you try to get to school using the underworld? I thought I told you to save that for after school.” She stopped in her lecture when she saw the man with me. She recognized his thick, stiff, blue uniform with the little swoosh symbol on the left shoulder as those that the universal scientist wear and put her hand over her mouth. “Is this about the podcast,” She whispered through splayed fingers.

“Mam, I’m a universal scientist, my name is Yazoo.” He looked suddenly uncomfortable, as if telling the parent of the child he was taking was worse than telling the child herself, “Marzil has been selected out of millions of children to be sent to Earth. She will have a communication device to reach you while she is gone, but I must take her to training school in Lonka, today.” He shifted from foot to foot starring awkwardly at the upswept floor.

Mother burst into tears, “But you can’t take Marzil,” She cried in despair. She put her hands on the counter and took in a deep breath. “Marzil is all I’ve got,” She stood again, more confident this time, “I won’t allow it.”

“I’m so sorry mam, but I’ve been evaluating children since 5:30 this morning and Marzil has scored the highest so far.” He handed the evaluation sheet to my mother, “Marzil will be safe on Earth, she will be trained, and she’ll return in 3-5 years.”

I could hardly make out my mother’s soft words. She moved her lips as she looked over the evaluation sheet, “Ten points for creativity, ten points for interest in surroundings,” She looked up from the paper, “This is absolutely ridiculous, I’m not letting you take Marzil. She’s staying here. I’m sorry, you’re going to have to find someone who wants to go to Earth with you.”

“I’m afraid to tell you, Marzil doesn’t have a choice any more. She’s going to Earth and if you don’t cooperate, I’m going to have to kill you both.”

Chapter 2 - Time to Fly

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