There was once a time, when I was little, I would sit out in a field and stair up at the sky, wondering if there were beings living on other plaints. I would sit out in my parent’s field and just watch the clouds and wish I could meet one.
One night, ten years ago, I lay in the field watching the dark sky. Then, around midnight, five shining lights fell from the sky, “wow,” I whispered to myself.
I was amazed by the beauty and perfectness of the lights, I hadn’t even thought about what would happen in the future.
About a week after the lights fell from the sky humans became nearly extinct. The stares were creatures that had come to inspect our plaint, but ended up capturing us and killing us all off, after we tried killing them.
They impregnated some of the women we had so they could populate our plaint with their kind, then they killed the woman after they were no longer able to give birth. They took my little sister, Maria.
Maria was six when she was taken from me, I can still remember her screaming my name, ”Calve! Calve!” she screamed.
I just don’t know what to do with myself.
The sky was clear, not a cloud in sight, the air was cool and I was bored.
The human raise was nearly dead, and I couldn’t help but laugh at our stupidity, “why did this have to happen, they didn’t mean us any harm...”
“Your right, we didn’t,” a beautiful female voice said from behind me. A voice as beautiful as chimes.
I turn around and see a girl. But not any girl, it was Aliona.
Her grey skin, purple eyes with gold tint, and narrow face was the only reason I stayed alive this long. She’s one of them. I met her shortly after my sister was taken, I planned on killing her. But after finding her on the side of the road dying, I knew the others wouldn’t care, so I took her in and helped her. They grow up from babies to adults faster us, when I found Aliona she was about five, and now she’s about twenty. I raised her as if she was my sister, I loved her. But she wasn’t Maria. I fell in love with Aliona, and she fell in love with me. We took care of each other; she went into public and I made her food and kept her safe.
“Welcome back Aliona,” I smile and stand.
She looked down at the six bags she was holding, three in each hand, “I got food.”
I laughed, “That’s a lot of food!”
She smiled softly, “were going to need it.”
I examined her face, “And why’s that?” I ask.
She blushes and looks down, “I’m pregnant,” she admits.
That was probably the best day of my life, other than the day she acutely gave birth to Helena; my beautiful baby girl. The worst day of my life was when all of Aliona’s kind were called back to their home plaint.
Tears ran down my face as I hugged my love goodbye, “you don’t have to go,” I whispered.
She kissed my lips gently, “I must, my kind has failed,” she said looking down at her feet.
I took her face in my hands and made her look at me, “I’ll never forget you Aliona,” I promised.
She smiled gently, “I’ll never forget you either,” tears ran down her cheeks, “take care of Helena for me, I’ll miss her too,” she said looking over at our sleeping baby.
Helena wasn’t able to age as fast as Aliona’s kind, she didn’t have the same look either; she looked 100% human, other than her extremely narrow face.
I nod, “I will.”
She smiled, and sniffled a little, “I wish I could stay with you, but I’ll always be with you in here,” she said placing her hand over my chest, “and here, in your memories,” she said moving her hand to my forehead, “you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Calve,” she admitted as tears stream down her face.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, Aliona,” I tried to say threw my sobs.
She kissed me one last time, it was a deep and memorable kiss, one I would never forget. The perfect goodbye kiss. She then left our house and whispered goodbye.
After the door shut behind her, there was a bright light outside the door.
I ran outside to beg her to stay, but once I opened the door, she was already gone.
Now Helena and I sit in the field staring at the sky.
“Tell me about mommy and Aunty Maria again daddy?” Helena asks, curiosity filed her eyes.
She was so much like both of them; as free willed and playful as Maria, and as strong willed as her mother.
I smile gently at my little girl, “anything for you, darling.”