It was a quiet, warm day that day. Everything was going normally. It was just about breakfast and the sun was dawning, implying to us that there would be the regular ten hours of light that day and ten hours of night afterwards. The twenty-hour clock showed that it was 1:12, about the time Ella would be bringing me my breakfast to my room. At the time, I was reading a book called Kill or Be Killed, Hunt or Be Hunted, of which had been a very well-written book back in about the start of the twenty-second century when we first settled Planet 2-8 in the Leo Star System and humans needed to know how to kill the wild animals there for defense. The story was a little dull, speaking of some colonists on the new planet, but nevertheless was indeed a good book. With good hunting techniques.
Ella entered my room with a platter of anonfruits, hotcakes, and rhopsha bacon with a cup of filtered water. Oh, but you don’t know how Ella looks, now do you? Well, she had a breather covering her mouth and nose (since her kind breaths methane and not oxygen), large, green cat-like eyes, and she stood short and thinly with blueish, pale skin and fire-red hair that covered her pointed ears. She had four finger on each hand and six toes on each foot with laced sandals on her feet, if that matters. At the time, she was wearing a light green long-sleeve plain shirt, sky blue pants, olive gloves, and night-black moccasins.
Ella began speaking, “Aegrov, food is here.” She placed the platter on my desk, which I was sitting at.
“Thank you,” I responded in her language.
“How are you?”
“Very well.”
“What are you reading?”
“A book.”
“I mean, what is the title?”
“It is called Kill or Be Killed, Hunt or Be Hunted.”
“Ah, I’ve heard of that one. Is it good?”
“Dull, but good.”
“Interesting.”
“Indeed.” Our conversations always left off on a relatively awkward note, and we would most likely only speak of one topic per conversation.
Once Ella left, I ate the food and drank the water from the platter. About an hour later, Ella returned, as usual. She took the empty platter and cup and went to the door. She paused, hesitating.
“What’s wrong?” I questioned.
“Yelling,” she replied.
“An argument?”
“Yes.”
“Father and a servant?”
“No.”
“Alician?”
“Not only Alice.”
“Who else, then?”
“Alice and fiancé.”
“Her fiancé?”
“Yes.”
“Since when did she have one… ?”
“Day… today.”
“I can’t believe I haven’t met the boy.”
“Enough talk. I need to go. I will leave.”
“No, please, stay. Nobody would question why you’re away if you tell them it was me.” That was true, since everyone feared my mental stability and thought Ella courageous to even approach me.
“… Fine.”
“Good. Now, tell me how Alice feels about the arrangement.”
“hate.”
“What’s the boy like?”
“Island place. From island Area in ocean.”
“You mean 33 that’s in the middle of Planetary?”
“Yes.”
‘So he must be selfish and lazy, then. Correct?”
“Yes. Also easily mad.”
“Easily angered, eh? That’s not good.”
“Yes, not good. Boy is not good.”
“I would like to meet this boy, and if he passes my qualifications, I may not kill him.” I let out a light chuckle.
“Joking… ?”
“Yes, yes, I’m joking.”
“Good…”
“So take me to him, and I don’t care if he’s yelling or not… I’m going to meet him.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Oh, is it?”
“No, sir… very bad. Not going to be good in end.”
“Probably not…”
“Let us go?” I nodded in response, and she led me down the stairway, through the living room, and into the dining room.
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