Emeline's story, Ferlin's travels

you'll kinda see soon. he's not evil or anything though;)

Sleeping in the extra tent was slightly awkward, as Ferlin and Emeline were sharing the same sleeping mat and lying right next to each other. Ferlin didn’t seem to be having any trouble; he simply found one position and was still. But Emeline was fidgety and couldn’t find much comfort on the bumpy, rocky ground. The mat was thin as well as the one blanket they both had to share. Eventually, she sat up, too irritated to fall asleep. Ferlin sounded like he was asleep, and she tiptoed over to his head, and squatted down. In the moonlight she could see his face—he was sleeping with his eyes open! At first she thought he might be awake, but no. she could hear him breathing very quietly, and his eyes were glossy and calm. When she looked at them closely, she could not see herself in them, but she did see people. She turned around and looked out of the tent—no one there. She finally went back over to her side of the mat, and before going to sleep she whispered confusedly, “Goodnight, Ferlin.” As she drifted off she wondered about what she saw in his eyes. It was something like a reflection, but hard to see at night. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning, Ferlin woke up first and shook Emeline gently. “Emeline, wake up! The meeting is in two hours.” She sat up slowly. “Okay,” she mumbled, realizing she’d missed quite a bit of sleep. Then she remembered last night, and twisted to face Ferlin. He was headed out of the tent now, facing away from her. He was picking up their bag, gathering the few things they’d brought with them. “Soon we’ll be able to go home,” he said.
“What’s home?” Emeline asked. Ferlin stopped. He turned to her, a look of questioning on his face. What was home? For her, for him? Was it their home planet? Or Mountrush, or simply traveling? Truthfully, he wasn’t sure. In his own life he had never really felt completely at home, even with his friends, even with Emeline there was always something missing.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe the box can tell us.” Then he beckoned her out, and she followed him into the sunny morning.
 
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In a few minutes Valik was up and he made breakfast for all three of them. It was a salad, but with a raw egg on top serving as dressing. This Emeline denied at first, but Ferlin bravely had a taste. Emeline picked at it, and finally grew tired of Valik staring at her with that odd smile. So she tasted it, taking the tiniest nibble. It wasn’t so bad exactly, until the egg trickled down your throat. Yuck. She sucked it up and ate the rest of it.
“What time is the meeting?” Ferlin asked Valik after breakfast was over. “Soon,” he said. “In maybe fifteen minutes.”
So they waited about fifteen minutes, awkwardly meandering around the tents and finally ending by the fireplace again.
“Did you see the way they looked at me yesterday?” Emeline said to Ferlin. They both recalled the fearful eyes that watched them both, cautiously examining the strange beings that searched for something lost on their own planet. Who knew them? Who could have guessed where they were from? “I have the feeling they’re in a time of war,” Ferlin said.
“Why did the buffalo asked us if we were looking for a box?” Emeline thought aloud. “I wonder if he knows something.” They both looked at each other.
Right then Valik came from behind the tent and said, “guys, it’s time for the meeting now! Let’s go—we can’t be late.” They hopped up from their log seats and ran after Valik. “I’m starting to get used to this,” Valik thought to himself as they jogged away, and smiled.
They got there quick this time, as Valik’s tents were much closer to the meeting grounds. A few were there, scattered about the seats that faced the center. It was a little like an ancient arena, with mild vines populating the rock all around. “Let’s hope we don’t get murdered by the Aztecs,” Ferlin whispered in Emeline’s ear as he examined their stares. She giggled. “Oh no, here comes their tribe leader!” the Moose came from behind one of the huge boulders. He was leading a small group that joined the others, and he himself walked over to the middle with the elf and the girl. “Good morning, sir,” Valik said, and stepped back respectfully. In a moment, Moose spoke. His deep voice bellowed out his long neck, vibrating against the stone arena.
“Yesterday,” he said, “these two mysteries came to us in search of an artifact. And there are clues that tell me that we are in possession of extremely valuable and alien things. We shall sort things out with these ones called Ferlin and Emeline, from…Shikel. In this place, it is apparent that there are no Anihums or Anispirits in existence, and humans do not have the same enemies as they do here. Yesterday, we made a discovery. Yesterday, we used our talents…today,” he continued slowly, “we use the box.” The crowd was silent still, but looked as surprised as the day before. From the rocks came Buffalo with the box in front of him, guards on either side—and guards approaching Emeline and Ferlin. They took hold of their arms, and pointed weapons at them. But it was not offensive; they seemed to be protecting the box, which Buffalo laid in front of Ferlin. The guards let go of his right hand. Moose was present, with Valik at his side. Valik went to the box and started opening the locks at the side. It was a puzzle; someone here must have figured it out. Everyone watched anxiously as the lid opened slowly, waiting to see what lay inside.
 
got another cliffhanger for ye;)

Chapter 11: inside the box
Inside was a very peculiar sight. There was light, which started to evaporate into the air. And there was a voice that you could see, making no sound at the moment but ever resting, shifting inside. Everyone gazed, hooked to the bright wonders inside. The audience was whispering and tiptoeing down the steps, curious now to get a better look. They all crowded around it, until the buffalo came to his senses and spoke. “This is not a toy,” he said softly. “We should get back to business. Citizens, you can see now why this is a top-secret artifact and is not to be gossiped about. Let’s see what it does.” Then they all looked at Ferlin. “What?” “Well, why did you come here? To get this—we will use it in a moment, but first we want to see what you were going to do with it. So, have at it. This is it, right?”
“The truth is,” said Emeline, “we don’t actually know how to use it. It was given to Ferlin by someone who told him…that it would give answers. But we don’t exactly know how.” The moose laughed quietly at that. He shook his great head and gave orders for it to be opened again. So they opened it, and again the surge of light danced with the silent voice in front of their eyes, and Moose came close. “I do,” he said. “About a month ago, we found this box with the remains of a man clutching it; his hand grasping the puzzle opening, his skull pillowed by the lid. That was all of him left. It took Valik, who was assigned to the job, three weeks to unsolve the puzzle and four days for Buffalo and I to figure out how to communicate with the voice inside. The secret is that it speaks another language, but keeps repeating the same thing so we couldn’t learn anything but what it said.”
Emeline was awed by this, but Ferlin’s solemn gaze rested on the voice. “What does it keep saying?” he asked. Moose replied, “Mhexzmoriah ghalhadein. Written down it looks impossible to say, but when heard it sounds simple.” Ferlin instantly recognized the words from that mysterious language he heard from the ash-man. “I think you just have to understand what its saying, and do what it wants. Then it will say more to you. Do you know what it means?” Emeline said simply in disappointment, “nope.” But Ferlin said, “Yes, I do.” The crowd was exited at that. Somebody asked, “What did it say then? Tell us!”
“It says, “Speak to me.” Ferlin knelt to the ground, and started whispering in the special language to the voice in the box, as his audience watched in awe—especially Emeline. “Shoshoni milingbuy? Tunrakfah sheemleck. Porhg, mantumah. Kalshif?” he waited. The box grew brighter. Then it started talking, and didn’t stop for three minutes. The guards took it and Ferlin to a quieter place so Moose could finish with the crowd. Emeline stayed with Ferlin until he was done. Then she waited for some kind of brief translation. When he was done, he closed the box and turned around. She cleared her throat. “Well?” she asked, hoping the explanation wasn’t quite so long.
 
Oooh. Cool description of what's inside the box. I don't think you needed the part about the words being easy to speak, and hard to read, though. Otherwise cool addition! Can't wait for more.
 
thanks. NOTE: it gets pretty intense for a little bit!

“Well,” he said slowly, “it said it knows all about me. Where I come from, who my family was…my entire past. But it said that it’s not safe here. Trouble will be coming soon, to the anihums and to us.” “We better tell the Moose that. Did it say what kind of trouble, exactly?” “No,” Ferlin replied. “It just said that we shouldn’t be here for long. We must leave.” He looked at the troubled guards around him, who seemed to be greatly disturbed with this information. “Come on,” they said, and led them out to the moose and Buffalo.
Emeline was uneasy as she was led out. “Ferlin’s eyes…” she thought. He had a dazed look, as if he was asleep…like the night in the tent. Suddenly, she felt unwelcome here—among the anihums; it was getting too random feeling, as if the box was just trying to stall them somehow. When she found Moose, he was done with his speech and the crouds were gone. Ferlin was out of sight; she started to panic. She didn’t even know why. But she was all alone around the rocks, with only the moose and buffalo conversing quietly in one corner. We must leave, Ferlin had said. Had he left without her? Again? Maybe the box had taken him, far away to Ashland where he would forget all about her. Suddenly, someone was behind her—he grabbed her shoulder and said, “Emeline—” she jumped, whirled around with a small scream and slapped her shoulder. Her shirt stuck to her hand, and she saw Valik, who jumped back in surprise. “Whoa! Emeline! What was that? It’s just me—we’re gonna go now. What’s that on your shirt?” he looked at her worriedly. He was talking too fast. She felt dizzy, and when she looked at the shoulder of her shirt, it had slime on it. So did her hands. “Emeline,” Valik said, “you don’t look well…” “Get back!” she yelled, drawing attention to the Moose and Buffalo. “Ferlin!...” suddenly her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. Then she fainted, confused and disgusted at her mysterious crazy burst.
Valik ran over to her, and from a distance Ferlin heard her cry and came at the same time. All he’d been doing was handing the box over to the guards, who said that they could both leave in the evening. “What happened?” he asked, terrified at the sight of her lying on the ground uncontious. He suddenly became defensive, and had to hold his power from bubbling over again like it had at mountrush. And for a while, he didn’t believe the story.
 
she will be..you'll see;)

Chapter 12: return
“You—” Ferlin looked at his tiny audience as they stared fearfully back at him. Yes, they were afraid now, but they were also hateful. At least that’s what it seemed like, the way they always had one eye on him and Emeline and one on whatever else was going on. “You…things, will not get another chance to hurt us. I want my box NOW and leave, or else you better prepare for more than you can handle!” he was shouting now, making sure they heard him clearly. “You can’t take it from us!” the Moose yelled back defensively. “We will never give you that power!” but Valik saw Ferlin start to glow bright, and he dashed to get the box. Ferlin’s light picked him inches off the ground, and again all power around gathered in him. But this time he felt more in control, more experienced with his reaction. Valik was running back now, running straight into the blue light. It burned his skin, but he went close enough to throw the box to Ferlin. “Take it!” he cried, and tossed it into the powerful glow. Ferlin caught it, saw Valik, and disappeared. The ground shook and there was a pit in the ground where he was. Valik was gone, too.
“No!” both the moose and buffalo said. “He’s gone…dead! Burned! He will be avenged!”
~**~
In truth, Valik was not burned or dead at all. He had accidentally traveled with Ferlin. When he woke up, he was in a field of blue-purple daisies, with Ferlin standing over Emeline only a few feet away. The box was lying on its side by him. “What…happened?” the baffled anihum stood up and looked around. Ferlin seemed surprised to see him there. “Valik?” then he remembered. In his angry brightness he had brought him with himself. “Uh, well, I took you with me. It was the only way not to hurt you—if I had left you there, you would burn in an instant.” Valik was speechless. He picked one of the flower stems and examined it, smelled it. There were always two flowers paired together on every stem. “Where are we?” he let go of the flower. It didn’t fall. He looked at his hand—it was sticky, like Emeline’s had been. He gulped. But then he remembered that his hands were always a little sticky; it was because he was part lizard or something. Just in his blood. Nothing to worry about, he told himself. But he still worried. “Where in the valley of whispering flowers,” said Ferlin, acting like it was such a normal thing to visit a foreign universe. Valik didn’t understand. He wasn’t familiar with Ferlin’s abilities. All he knew was that Ferlin could go from his planet to Valik’s planet. Oh, what a surprise he was in for.
In another minute Emeline woke up. In that time Ferlin had been trying to think, think of some way to help her. “Ferlin?” the dizzy girl opened her eyes. Ferlin smiled. “Good, you’re awake. Are you okay?” they both looked sadder than they should, Valik thought. “couild yopu please tell your boyfriend that I’m innocent?” was all he said, and sat down in the flowers. Emeline didn’t really hear him. “Can we go home?” she asked. Ferlin was surprised. “Home?” “Can we go home to Shikel?” she asked, their eyes ever meeting. “Please…I just want to go home.”
 
Ferlin blinked; their stare ceased. “Okay,” he said. “We’ll go…home.” But did Ferlin have a home? He was an orphan elf that traveled the universe. Never had he seen an actual kind of elf that looked like him. He never found his past—who knew what his home really was? He never had really had felt like home anywhere. Not with Emeline, at Shikel, or at Mountrush. But he had to take her home. She was sick… and then it hit him. Emeline had been getting hurt or sick whenever they went to a foreign place. But she was always safe at Shikel, her home. Was it because she was traveling with him that she was getting sick? Was it his fault?
“Um, Ferlin,” Valik interrupted his thoughts. He showed him his hands, which were stickier than ever. The green color that was normally natural was covering up the rest of his arm. And he looked sick. That made it clear—Ferlin knew. Only he was built to travel the universe; others got sick. I’ll be right back,” he said to Valik. Then he took a knife from his belt, killed himself while holding Emeline’s hand, and disappeared. At least, Emeline did—Ferlin’s body was still there. But he himself was gone and alive; of course, Valik didn’t know that.
“Ah! What did you do?” he said, horrified. “And…what if there’s aliens on this planet?” but Ferlin was already gone, light-years away.
~**~
Ferlin took Emeline to an inn in a town, where they could take care of her until he could come back. He promised to return, and then traveled back to Valik. “You’re alive!” he said. “But…how?” “Long story,” said Ferlin. He skimmed through a quick explanation of his life. “Shikel is the only place I can’t travel to, but because it’s where I first traveled I go there every time I die. Get it?” Valik nodded slowly. “I guess…” he said. They stood up. Valik wanted to take some of the magic flowers home, and one of them Ferlin ate. “Maybe I’ll see you again,” he said. “In a mind box.” Then he picked up his box, took Valik home, and went back to Shikel.
“okay, everything’s done,” he thought to himself, and opened the box. Finally.
 
*bump* :) Great posts! This story keeps getting better...Valik is so brave and funny. Do we get to see more of him in the story? *huggles Valik*
 
well, you might see him again, but not for a while...
i'm glad you like it!!!

Chapter 13: Discovery and regrets
It spoke. What a strange, smooth voice it had—and yet there was a beat to it, like that of a heartbeat. Ferlin listened and, once in a while, spoke himself, asking questions he’d been wondering for days, weeks, years. Some of the questions the box said it could not answer, that there was still someone else to ask. “But who is that?” Ferlin wondered, wanting all of his questions answered.
“Your people,” it told him. Ferlin had not known he had his own people.
“My people?” he stared. “I have a people? Where are they?” he waited anxiously.
“Your people live far, far away—too far for you to travel. You won’t make the journey. It would take too long, would wear out your power. It is farther away than the planet of ashes, farther than the moon of banishment. You could kill yourself trying to reach it.”
Ferlin recognized the ‘planet of ashes.’ Why, that’s where he’d gotten the box! He’d gotten there at his first light explosion. If he could reach there with the box, maybe the box could carry him the rest of the way. He explained his thoughts. “If I made it there without wearing out, I can make it the rest of the way.” Just then he heard people coming. He quickly shut the box, picked it up and walked away.
But it wasn’t long before they communicated again, planning out the journey. Meanwhile Ferlin saved up all his traveling energy, not going anywhere at all from Shikel. He visited Emeline once a day, although most of the time she was asleep or quite fatigued. She wouldn’t come this time.
Emeline had lots of dreams. And her dreams always depended on what she saw. When Ferlin visited—and she was awake—she always saw things in his eyes, pictures or moving figures. Only half listening to what he said, embraced by the new images that were a mystery to her. Each day she got better at it, and recently had actually caught bits of sound, too. She could hear what she saw, ever so slightly. They were such delicate noises that they were mostly blocked by Ferlin’s words, even though he practically whispered. She didn’t mean to ignore him…but she felt deeply mystified by the images. Thus, when she actually wanted to hear and talk with Ferlin, she would not look at him. She might look at his hands, her own, or something in the room. She was gazing at a window one day, when Ferlin told her he was going to travel somewhere very far away.
Her head turned to him. “For how long?” she asked, recalling the sentence from her own mouth, which quivered. She didn’t want him to leave her, but the thought of her constantly thinking that made her feel like she was going half insane.
“Not long,” he said. “Emeline, look at me.” She closed her eyes. “Why won’t you look at me? I’ll be gone just for a couple of days. And I’m going now.” Her eyes opened, and she sat up.
“Okay,” she said. They held hands. It was supposed to be a sort of goodbye-shake, but for a moment they didn’t let go. Then, almost unexpectedly, Ferlin leaned over and kissed her. And this time, nothing bad happened—nothing got knocked over, lightning didn’t strike, a nurse didn’t walk in the room.
“I promise,” Ferlin said, “I will come back for you.”
So after he gave her hand one last squeeze, he walked away.
He picked up the box that lay outside. “Let’s go,” he said. They had to go to the top of a hill, according to the box’s instructions. It took a minute to build up the power, and then they blasted through a thousand galaxies to their destination.
 
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thanks. i've been trying to find the right place for it:)
here's some more i just finished:

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Without the ‘anger power,’ as Ferlin decided to call it, it was an exhausting journey after the first five minutes. Ferlin had never traveled so far in his life, and he really hadn’t known it would be quite this far. Normally it only took him a few seconds, and he couldn’t find anywhere to land for a break, so he could at least eat more of what he’d stored. There were no planets anywhere after a certain point, which was very strange to him. The stars were also few, and it was very, very dark. Only the box could lead him without any landmarks, and he hoped he could make it.
Finally, he saw something coming, hardly the size of a small moon. But right now he wouldn’t have cared if it was a large meteor—anything he could stand on. They landed gratefully and he tumbled to the ground, panting as the fear inside crept away from him slowly.
Later, he opened his eyes. Leaning over him was the Ashman, looking at him with somewhat a sympathetic look. Ferlin sat up, slowly, now remembering how weak he was. He reached for his belt where the bag should be as the Ashman said in that mysterious language, “welcome back. It has been a long time, you do not look well.” Ferlin couldn’t find his bag. “Where is it?” he stammered, panicking. He was useless without his mushroom juice, and it was lost. How could it be? His hands were practically white, almost the color of a normal pale person. The Ashman continued, although Ferlin hadn’t been paying much attention. “Get up and fallow me, and you might find help.” He reached out his hand. Since there was nothing else to do, Ferlin grabbed it and stood up. He had to lean against the Ashman, feeling very weak and unstable.
Soon they came to a small hut, which surprisingly, the mushrooms grew around like flowers. Ferlin knelt beside them and ate quite a few, stunned at how many he needed to feel normal again. It made his skin turn deep sky blue again, and finally gave him traveling power. He turned to the Ashman. “Thank you,” he said. “How do you have these here? They grow on the planet I come from—Shikel.”
“Call me Semire, for that is my name. Eat a lot more, if you want to reach the planet you really come from alive. You need to be prepared for what shields it, and if you wish, I will come with you because I know that world better than you do.
“Okay, Semire,” Ferlin replied, feeling a familiar trust of him. He ate more and packed a lot, using a spare bag he carried. They were ready to leave again soon, and Semire told Ferlin that he didn’t need the box anymore. So they left it there and sailed away.
Semire said something that Ferlin didn’t catch at first when they were traveling. “What?” he asked. “I said,” Semire told him, “I haven’t done this in a long time.”
 
The ashman is so mysterious! I'm excited that we finally get to learn more about him. Is it possible that he was once one of Ferlin's people? And ooh! Thought: If Ferlin's planet is so very far far away, how did he ever get to be stranded on Shikel? Do we ever get to find out? *does excited puppy dance*

*cough*

Yeah :p
 
you'll find out soon:)
here's more, tell me if you think it's creapy or dramatic or something;)

Ferlin thought about Ashman’s words most of the flight. Gladly, it was a much shorter distance than his first journey. But as they approached, Ferlin couldn’t help slowing down in awe, trying to get a better look at it. It was a large, old, dark planet with a translucent, hallow black sphere encasing it like a giant cage. This place is where Ferlin came from? It looked like it was about to end, crack in half—how could it possibly sapport life? There was no ocean. No large green splotches where trees must be. A ripple of fear ran down his back, as he came closer to the black shield. It was beating, like an evil heart that kept this world painfully alive. “Let me go,” it was screaming at him. “Just let me die.”
The Ashman, Ferlin noticed, was building up his power, facing the shield with determined hate. Ferlin built his up too, doing all what his partner was doing lest he survive. They were going to have to break through it in order to land, and if they broke part of it then it might destroy the world.
They dived.
But didn’t fall; they plunged, gaining speed on purpose, gathering impact. As they met the shield, it zapped them to unconsciousness. Then they fell.
~**~
The gravity of the planet was stronger because of its size, and speed gained quickly.
On the ground, shocked citizens watched as limp bodies rained from the angry sky, lightning at their tails. A storm from the shield was fallowing them, like death chasing victim. They were headed for the acid sea; they must be saved, outsiders have come! Everybody was shouting with mixed emotions and running to the glass beaches where they reached, reached for the falling ones. Out of their fingers came a weak net, which caught the two mystery beings and resisted the lightning. It shook the ground with fierceness, and finally went back up to mend a small hole.
The citizens dragged them out of the acid sea and everyone gathered at the place where they lay. Mushrooms were gathered from secret places for the pale one, and the other was recognized as the Ashman, lord of his planet and their past. Earthquakes awoke the pale one, and his remaining strength allowed him to eat. At the moment he was blind and half paralyzed by the impact he’d experienced, but slowly the mushrooms gave him life again.
 
good. i'm glad you like it; i'm nearing the end of vthe story!! there's a couple more chapters, here's more:D:D:D

Chapter 14: surprises
Ferlin couldn’t see, could barely taste, but he knew. He had made it through the shield, and so far fear had lost. He blinked, searching for some light. He felt hands helping him, nursing him. He had almost died. All that work, and poof—back to shekel. Almost. He survived.
Finally, his eyes began to see again, the first thing being a figure—a face. One he could almost recognize, if it wasn’t so blurry. He reached for it. It was the only thing left. Everything was dark, then not so dark, and his arm was not strong enough. It lifted only an inch before exhausting him again. He closed his eyes and rested for a while.
Later when he woke up again, he could actually see things. And move. He sat up.

“Hello,” he said to somebody looking at him. He smiled with astonishment; she was blue, like him. Just paler. She had long dark hair and icy yellow eyes. She spoke—in that strange language. So that’s how he remembered it! It used to be his. But how could he remember?

“Son,” she said again. “Are you my son?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “My name—or at least, the one I know—is Ferlin. I came from Shekel.”

“Do you have abilities? Can you travel to different worlds, adjust to anything without getting sick? If you can, then you are my son. And I will tell you anything you want.” He could see a hope in her eyes, a yearning for it to be true.

“yes.” He choked at the word, not believing that he’d met his mother. He had a thousand questions—where was his father, what was his history, what happened to this planet…
“Please, tell me everything.”

“My name is Telva. When you were a baby, we found you very unique. We have an enemy who rules us with unstoppable power and you were the only one with the abilities to destroy him. But he discovered you and tried to kill you many times, so we hired the Ashman when he was young to take you somewhere safe.
“We chose shekel for many reasons and hoped you would come back someday to save us. All of your siblings had a determined blood that runs through the family for freedom. They and your father died trying to defeat the enemy, and my youngest child after you I put to another world also; at the orphanage we put you to you arrived in a basket with a tag we wrote in that language, what your real name was. Ferlin, we lost hope after our enemy created the black shield and destroyed all the surrounding planets and stars. Your brother…we had to change what he looked like so the enemy would not recognize him. You we put much farther away. He’s still there as far as we know. Our people are called Betaraans, because this planet is called Betaar. Now if we did destroy our enemy the shield would be destroyed, and the planet would break apart and we would all die.”
Ferlin stared. He had never known. It was so complicated; he was supposed to save them all…but now it wouldn’t really save them, unless he took some of them to another planet and then destroyed their enemy. But he couldn’t take them all, and they would get sick anyways and die from traveling, plus he couldn’t come back to face the shield again; he was sure it would kill him this time.
He decided to ask her his last question.
“Who is my brother? What is his name? What planet is he on?” alright, his last three questions. Telva sighed, because she missed him so that she was beginning to cry.

“His name is Valik. He is a supposed orphan on a planet called Pelton.”
Ferlin’s jaw dropped then. Valik was his brother? He’d met him! Talked to him!

“Telva, I know somebody by that name; I’m not sure if it’s the right planet, but was it a rocky place? Were the people called anihums?”

“Well…I’m not sure, it’s been so long, but in the new form we gave him he has red hair and green hands.” She smiled. “Have you met?” now he smiled. “I think we did, and I never knew.”
 
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Ok Daisy! I've been reading your story. I read up to page 3 already and I think it's a great story. I like the adventures and the fact that Ferlin is as good person who helps those in need like the Mountrushes!!
I will catch up soon. I hope there is some romance somewhere in there!!:D
 
yay!!

What a day. And it wasn’t over. Ferlin first told his mother about his own life, but stopped when his mother frowned in the midst of the part when he got bright at Mountrush in attempt of saving Emeline.
“Your power expanded? You had more than usual, and it took you to Ashland?”
“Yes, why?”
“Well, that’s another part to your power. The one you fall in love with will cause you to do that sometimes, her only. And it’s not that I have a problem with Emeline in particular. But she is not built to travel worlds like you, and you must travel to survive… you’ll hardly be with her. You’ll always be going places without her.” suddenly, her eyes lit up. “We have a magic stone that we used to use to convert us to beings that would travel with somebody without getting sick. If Emeline has any kind of ability, we can use it on her, and she won’t have the power to travel but she will not get the sickness when you take her.”
“Emeline doesn’t have a power. If she did, she would have told me.”
“Oh.”
There was silence for a moment.
“If you want to be with her, we will have to remove your power so that you don’t have the need to travel. Otherwise, unless you really want to do that to her, there’s not much of a point to it…”
“Fine,” he said. He knew it was true. “I’ll save some of you Betaraans, return to her, and…remove my power.” His mother looked at him first with horror, then understanding. It was one way or another, and he chose love.
So that’s what happened. Ferlin took twelve (that’s all he could carry) of the converted, healthiest Betaraans to Valik’s planet, which was close and a place for them to live, rushed back to Betaraan, and waited for the enemy to come. He stood on the Ashman’s planet with the Ashman himself, watching the black shield as it opened. A dark, black sphere knew his sworn enemy was present, and searched to kill him. He came. Ferlin flew to meet it, doom against hope, and battled against each other for what seemed an eternity of war but was really one day. The surrounding universes’ citizens watched from their planets, all of infinity watched, to see who would succeed. Ferlin had underestimated himself, had never discovered the significance of his power. But now it was all revealed to him, and he used it all every time he moved. He didn’t have to breathe in space; he simply sucked life from his victim. He blasted light at the king of darkness, and came together again when he was torn apart. Every wound made him larger until he was the size of the planet himself. Through it all he could feel something building inside him, like a final power saved for the last blow. Then it happened. He heaved something that was the opposite of all things: it was so dark it continually beamed with light so bright that it blinded you so all you could see was darkness so dark that…
And it hit. The enemy exploded with its shield, and all worlds fell silent. The stopped cheering and yelling. Black had exploded, but blue’s light had gone out. Blue was falling somewhere. Had both of them died? Nobody knew.
But they had.
The only thing was, whenever blue dies he pops back in Shikel, because that’s the first place he used his power. When black dies, he dies for good.
And he did.
 
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