Ch 3 - The City of Lonka

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“They have planes on Earth too.” Yazoo was looking me straight in the eye, but I chose to ignore him. “I’m supposed to tell you about Earth.” He moved out of his seat and into the one next to mine. I turned away from him and looked out the little glass window. I gazed into the open green sky and wished I could have my feet planted into the dusty floor of the underworld instead.

“You have a lot of nerve; I really don’t want to talk to you right now.” I curiously peered over his shoulder as he rummaged through a little bag on the floor before pulling something out and putting it on my lap. I quickly turned away again when he started to rise from the floor.

“You’re going to have to give me your wrist device,” He pointed at the plastic bracelet I wore along with all the other Malonians and tried to take it from me but I pulled away. “They don’t have those on Earth, they have Cell Phones.” Again he touched the little rectangle he’d placed on my lap. A sliver of light relflected from it’s front side and nearly blinded me for a moment.

I unlatched the plastic bracelet that was partially imbedded in my skin. When I held it limp, dangling it in the air with my fingers, my skin grew back over the site where my device had been implanted in many years prior. I collected the bracelet in my palm and squeezed it tight, it was a part of me. Yazoo presented his empty palm and I hesitantly dropped it nto his hand.

“That’s an iPhone; it has your mother’s wrist device code in it. iPhones are very popular among Humans, that’s what the Earthlings call themselves, Humans.” I turned away from the window back to him; he was going to tell me about the ‘Humans’ even if I didn’t want to hear about them. “Humans, they only live to be about 80 years old, some 100 but no more than that. Your equivalent age to a Human youngster is about 16.”

“Sixteen? But I’m sixty seven!” I could hardly remember being 16, back when I was an innocent toddler and my hobbies included scribbling with pencils on bolders in the backyard. Back when we had a backyard, when we lived in the underworld. Now everyone lived in the world of the sky with no yards, just room for thousands of houses and road.

“Like I said, Humans don’t live as long.” He paused for an awkward moment and I noticed how he blinked excessivly when he didn’t know what to say. “Where you’ll be going, the people mostly have white skin, the darker skinned still don’t look like us Malonians. It’s called the United States. Anyway, upon arrival in Lonka, a permanent whitening wash will be done. And they don’t have tails. Ever.”

“You’re not removing my tail.” I glared at him. “And I’m not too happy about white skin either.”

“I wasn’t going to say we’re removing your tail, but you’re to wear pants that cover it and no stripping in front of people.” He touched some buttons on his wrist device and a podcast appeared in front of him. He quickly scanned the screen before diminishing away the hologram. “Your name is going to be a problem. Human’s have names like, Charlie, Jacob, and Emily.”

“What kind of names are those? They sound like bland pieces of bread! So I’m not Marzil anymore?” It physically hurt my heart to know that people of another planet wouldn’t accept my name. It was a word my Mother had chosen for me, more importantly, my father.

“You’re not Marzil anymore, but Warzle has names and other information for all the Malonians traveling to Earth, he’ll hand it out when we get to the training school.” The plane began to shake wildly up and down.

“Passengers, would you please fasten your seat belts, the plane is coming to a landing in Lonka.” Yazoo got out of the chair again and returned to his own before seat belting himself in. I did the same.

• * * * * * * * * * * * *

Yazoo gripped my hand in a tight nervous hold. He pulled me into a large floating building that had the words ‘Earth Training Center’ painted in a bolded red color you could see from miles away. Inside the building was dark and scary. There was a long hallway with many doors and no windows anywhere.

Inside the door, body guards stood around Warzle protectivly, but he pushed them back when Yazoo and I entered, “Ok, she’s the last one, lock up the building.” He took my hand away from Yazoo and pulled me into a separate room with seven other Malonian children, one from each subsection of Malonia. I wanted to turn invisible in that moment, but I knew it would only get me in trouble at this point. “Name please?” Warzle starred into my eyes.

“Um, Marzil sir. Marliz Unlickle.” He stirred through some papers and pulled out a file of myself.

“You got a tail Marzil?” He turned back to me again; I was now trembling with fear. I never imagined the leader of our planet to be so demanding.

“Yes sir, Warzle.”

“Can you prove it?” I reached behind me and pulled the tail from where it sat in my sweat pants. It now dangled uncomfortably in mid air. I stood there in the small, quiet room wishing I was back at home with mother, or even at school.

“Put your tail away.” I did as he told and stuffed it back into my pants turning invisible as I did so. “Marzil,” He looked up from the pile and looked straight at me, well, straight through me, “Where’d you go?”

“I’m right here, I turned invisible.” I changed back and let him see me again.

“No more of that, especially on Earth. Here, don’t lose this; it’s your life for the next three to five years.” A picture of me was on the page with somehow whiter skin and there was a very long number which stated, “Social security.” Hannah Watson was the name printed at the top. I flipped the page to see my birth certificate. Again the name Hannah Watson was printed at the top and two tiny foot prints were stained on the page. Next to date of birth it read 7/6/1996. Next to parents names the letters spelled Deceased by both Mother and Father.

“How’d my parents die?”

“Car accident.” Warzle turned away from me, clearly it was his eight time answering the question that day.

“Wait sir, what’s a car?”

Chapter 4 - *Filler Chapter, Badly written* Training of Earthings
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