A General From Yrolon Ch. 1

This blog entry is a rewriting of a dream I had many years ago, I have added many things to make to a good story also। I hope you will find it interesting =) After a while I find it too long to write the full story in one post so I decided to split it into at least two parts। Here is the first chapter

I was in the velvet smooth sand in this beautiful sand forest and was about to fall asleep. Just then there was a mechanical bellow somewhere in the vicinity, quickly Hypnos released his reins on me and allowed me to use sight and hearing. Just then it was not fear which had taken its abode in me, but rather a child-like curiousity spirit. This strange creature soon took refuge when the origin of the bellowing appeared behind the plateau about 30 feet from me and uttered its bellow once more. The origin proved to be an orange bus-like creature with red sirens on the root and completely without windows or doors. It crept threatingly closer just one inch above the hot sand. Fear swallowed me now, but my body would not obey the orders sent out from my brain. A strange light lit above me and slowly I felt a force that drew me up just before everything went black.

Unknown perioids elapsed before my eyes would be opened again. I saw whilte walls and heard voices, even though it was all blur and the voices were hard to identify and Hypnos drew me back. After what must have been at least 3 hours I woke up again and this time succceded, I expressed the words: "Where am I?" Somebody seemed to hear my question for a girl's voice cried out: "He has woken up now!"

Steps approached quickly and I sat up in the direction I thought they came from. "Excellent that you have woken up, friend," says a hoarse voice. Suprised I turned my head to find its origin, before I finally understand it came from the other side. There in a doorway is an elderly man with two girls and a boy in the lower teens.

- Welcome to the craft Aetós 1.5 and I am its captain, the name is Mu Inonos," says the man with the hoarse voice. Not fully understanding I look at the crowd standing in the doorway and the captain chooses to speak again. "You have. to excuse us for the harsh abduction, but you was about to suffer a terrible fate Come; follow us to the dining room so you can get food for you need that! Where I also shall tell you what is in the works and answer your questions as best I am capable. ”

Without thinking so much I get up and follow captain Mu with the young in close entourage. The door leads out to a corridor that is very different from the room we just left. The whole corridor was in warm colours with beautiful tree walls, a red carpet is running down the hallway and beautiful paintings accompanied with mirrors decorates the walls.

After a walk of a few meters we enter a room to the right which is just as powerful as the hallway. In the middle of the room is a table with space for many people and cabinets full of drinks of various kinds, and beautiful porcelain stand with the walls. Mu smile when I look big eyed into the grand dining room and waving at me and the other to sit us down at one end of the giant table.
"Sit down, please sit own! I will return with food for our new friend. You can introduce yourselves meanwhile," says the captain cheerfully and run through a door to which most likely lead to the kitchen. The two girls sit on the right side of the table, the boy takes place at the seat at the side and my place is on the left side.

In a few minutes no words are uttered, and the girls look curiously at me while smiling a strange smile that is difficult to decipher. Beside me sits the boy cockily in his throne-like chair and seems to look at some invisible spot just above my head. When the silence reigns, I wonder if they are waiting for me to introduce myself or if their shyness is more antagonism than curiosity. Quickly I decide to demise the silence by I pronounce myself which I do.
"My name is Sebastian M. and is 14 years," I say reasonably timid. The result is that the young ladies on the other side turn their faces against each other and continue with their so perplexing smiles. First out to give me the response is the boy who starts to speak without looking me in the eye.
"Which planet then?" He says with a shuffling and almost superior voice. What is the kind of question?, I think, but I tell him that I derive from Tellus. A smile spreads over his thin face and he is pulls forth a thin hand. "A human face is seen every day!" He says in a much warmer tone, without any sign of superiority and he even look me in the eye. "Oberoni Makelivich is the name but you can call the Ob, if you desire so. The planet I come from is Eimhlav as you can see by my ears. "- He folds away a lot of his dark brown hair and shows an elongated ear that is sharpened at the top. - "One thing you may not think of but still worthy of mention is that female eimhlavs is often more robust and the men are very slender.
The talkative boy finishes his presentation of himself.

The girl with the different coloured eyes changes position on the chair and lean forward. "Elena Erie from Aegyptia. I am actually the daughter of the templelord Ihmuhmis, "she say neutrally, although I do not know what a templelord is, it is probably something to be proud of. "Pull up your hands and put them on mine," she puts her olive-coloured hands on the table. Despite my uncertainty, I do that Elena asked me to do. That moment she closes her eyes and chants in a for me unknown tongue.

"So!" Chirps Elena and open her eyes quickly while she corrects its tiara, The tiara looks to be in a material resembling the gold with hieroglyphs engraved and at the very front is a cat's head in miniature. A beautiful stone in green is the cat's eyes and the teeth gleams in silver. "Now we have officially met," Elena smiles sincerely and leans back. The beautiful head adornment captures my gilmpse and I declare my admiration. The remark is answered by a flattered giggle.
"Oh, this tiara did I received of my father on a harvest festival the other year. Very beautiful, but not so valuable. If you follow me to Aegyptia some time, I can buy one for you too." The last sentence makes me blush, which probably is noticed by all. Ob start grin behind his thick bang and the unknown girl next to Elena looks to be about to trigger a laughter of strong force but maintains it elegantly inside.
"It was nothing romantic in my offer; I just wanted to be nice." Elena gives a sharp look at her comrade, but takes no notice of Ob’s behaviour.
"It's probably best to present you now," says Elena, and gives the pale girl a friendly pat on the back. Only now I notice that how much longer the pale is in comparison with Elena.

Not just on her skin is pale, but her whole body is white as a ghost - and even the eyes has a light grey tint.
"Lektras," she says in an almost declining voice "from the planet Bleesho, above the clouds." Lektras stretches out her left hand and sign for me to do the same. We shake hands and I ask her what she meant by "above the clouds." Without considering for a long time she says calmly.
"Well, you understand Bleesho have two dominant races, the one that I belong to and another one. My race is often called the Ghostpeople because of our pale bodies and ability to travel between planets and dimensions without crafts or dimension chambers. Above the clouds means that our home is mostly above the high clouds that separates the habitable zones of Bleesho.
The second race however, is known for its shipyards and its tendency to be bolder than their intelligence in various situations. What they call themselves is unknown, but the nickname most often heard is “the shipbuilders”. These ship-builders live on the lush fields, which covers most of the planet’s surface. Often, there was serious conflict between them and us the Ghostpeople and the origin is hidden in the mist of history. Right now there is an unstable ceasefire imposed by the widespread sanction issued by RPISS and my mother is a diplomat to ensure that peace remains and hopefully stabilize. Oh, you might wonder what CPISS is, right? "- I nod -" Well, there is an abbreviation for the Council for the Planetary and InterStellar Security and consists of over 500 representatives from different planets that are replaced after about six years and will see that conflicts do not flare up and calm is maintained in the inter-rigid teachings corridors - which is much as the highways on your planet. Otherwise, this is the advice a subset of the Galactic Commonwealth and Federation for all Systems, abbreviated GCFS. "Lektras gives me a simple nod to show that she is finished.

After all have presented themselves the mood becomes much easier, we are talking about almost everything and it is me who ask the most. Nobody seems to be disturbed over my curiosity. After a while, so I come to question why they know so much about Tellus and I do not know anything about them. Oberoni is the first to decide to answer my a little bit special question.
"You have to excuse me but it is very difficult to explain but I will do my best ..." Ob gets interrupted when the kitchen door opens and the aged captain enters with a large tray in his hands. On the head he wears a hair-net, which looks extremely misplaced on his bald head and above the pastel-blue uniform he has a brightly green apron with the phrase "Miniklos Asteroid Custodian" flashing.
"I take it another time," says the elf boy and sits properly in his chair.

Captain Mu is, as usual, in good mood and put down the heavy tray right in front of me on the table.
"I see that you got to know each other very well. I am really pleased, really much." Cluck Mu. What is on the tray is difficult to say but it looks like something I'd never seen before. On a octagon shaped plate is something fishlike with a gleaming flesh and nearby lies some similar to knitting needles things but they are orange. The rest of the weird plate is covered by vegetables, which is not at the slightest earthly. The only thing resembling something from Earth is a bundle of beetroots which are blue! On the left side of the plate is a set of ordinary cutlery, which looks misplaced among all alien food. A beautiful saffron yellow bread is wrapped in a cloth napkin with a magnificent embroidery on it is nearby. On the other side of the plate, a glazed fruit bowl filled with fruit is found. The fruits would place very well in a fruit garden for kitsch freaks, although they look very tasteful. In a narrow and elongated bottle is a liquid that is bright blue and the cork is pyramid shaped. A triangular glass is just next to it. Just above the centre of the glass is a remarkable engraving with the head of an animal that looks like a cross between a lizard and a cat. The grotesque animal head is surrounded of a strange collar and underneath is a text that says: "Merike’s Breweries". My surprise, is observed and Mu says:
"I understand that all this food looks a bit strange for a earthling, but do not worry. Everything you have in front of you on the tray is completely harmless to your race. Not only that I am the master of this freighter, I am an outstanding cook, as well. You have my word of honour, so eat my young friend."

Mu takes off the distasteful apron and sits next to me shortly thereafter, I cut into the fish. The taste that overwhelms me is against perception delicious, but very difficult to place. After the little timid beginning, I really eat for king and fatherland. Suddenly the older man to speak relatively serious:
"I see that you like my food, I am very pleased. To the point; the thing that attacked you was a modified war machine from Yrolon, the death planet, the owner of the hovercraft was the warlord N'broni Ghutla. Yrolon have since the primordial times been a theatre of war on which various groups struggle for domination over the other groups. One of these factions was The Dragon’s Head, perhaps not the largest or most influential, but the most brutal of them all.

To Ghutla then: He was born about 50 Earth years ago to a peasant in the faction the Falcon’s Flight. He saw the peasant class was oppressed in the faction he lived in and wanted to do something about it. What attracted him to The Dragon’s Head is not certain, but there is a theory. In his thirteenth year of life when he was with his sister in the city closest to his home, there he witnessed the execution of supporters to The Dragon’s Head. A sympathizer last words is said to have been: 'Hail The Dragon’s Head, nation of the Free!’ This expression made Ghutla to believe that The Dragon’s Head was the patron of the weak and was safeguarding people's freedom. This was obviously not true, but young and stupid as he was he swallowed it.

Some years later he came to a terrorist movement that wanted to connect his home to The Dragon’s Heads faction. Ghutla participated on the night in raids against The Falcon’s Flight and demonstrated its slyness and workability. In just six months, he rose in the grades that nobody else had made before. Finally, he was closest adjutant next to the team leader and planned an attack that would defeat The Falcon’s Flight authority in the province. The attack was discovered, and many members were shot to death, the remaining fled into the forests. Most of the refugees was found and executed, however, Ghutla succeeded together with a companion to cross the border into The Dragon’s Head’s province. After they were discovered by some border guards they were brought to the Governor’s court. The Governor was impressed by their courage, and when it turned out that they did something for The Dragon’s Head’s sake he put them into work in his castle.

The Comrade of Ghutla was significant neither for the terrorist movement nor Ghutla himself. This story does therefore not tell much about her fate after the exodus. We know much more about Ghutla however, the governor recruited him to be strategist and head of the intelligence services in the province. Again Ghutla won and thanks to him, many provinces were incorporated into The Dragon’s Head. The power had made Ghutla so greedy now so he had forgotten his original quest.

Ghutla had become a cruel and ruthless commander not thinking about anything other than his own gain. When he reached the 27th year of life he was appointed General of the Dragon’s Eye – the ruler – personal bodyguards and field marshal in The Dragon’s Heads army. Hunger for more control was still not calmed, despite his enormous power. He planned along with a small group of the some faithful henchmen to overthrow the then ruling Eye of the Dragon. The coup was planned very carefully and many of the people were part of the bodyguard. Not surprisingly, the coup was not surprisingly successful and Ghutla had for once, a stillness in his hunger for a while.

As I said earlier The Dragon’s Head was notorious for its brutality, but Ghutla made his kingdom to a domain of horror with ethnic cleansings and massacres of civilians. The whole planet was almost in Ghutla’s hands and he required more power once again. Many had fled to the moons surrounding Yrolon, but soon, they were not safe there. In a desperate attempt to prevent the aggressive forward momentum the colonists sent a delegation to the next planet port to get to the core. The core is where GCFS and its subdivisions house. Its purpose was to end the terror reign on the planet and destroy The Dragon’s Head. In short, the delegation arrived, via planet gates the distance are irrelevant you understand, and suddenly RPISS sent a peacekeeping force. After a lengthy and bloody invasion could be peace for the first time in hundreds of men’s memories finally breathe on Yrolon again. The Dragon’s Head had dissolved and Ghutla was seen no more. "