Seeing the world freak out from the sight of aliens is an expected reaction. Many people run in fear, while others stare up at the alien spaceships. I can see many military helicopters and jets soar through the sky. Although, one thing that catches me and Peter off guard is that the military is beginning to evacuate civilians. Neither of us is sure where they are going to take us.
One thing is for certain, though—the robed creatures I see send death threats to the species. It would explain why the military is starting to evacuate civilians. They might be also starting to attack them as well. The only thing that might make that happen is the sighting of nuclear bombs through the skies.
I don’t necessarily believe that nukes will be effective against them, but it’s worth a shot. Besides, humans aren’t that advanced in technology. The only thing humans can do is destroy themselves, kill species without trying, and make memes on the internet. Speaking of memes, there is a high chance that people are starting to make memes as we speak. That is the definition of human, isn’t it?
I head back to my dorm, starting to pack up with Peter, who is giving me several glances in my direction. I finally look at him fully, wondering what is on his mind. “What’s wrong?” I ask him as I continue to pack my things.
“Nothing . . . just I am strongly speculating that this is your doing.” I am confused by this statement, and stop what I am doing.
“Why do you say that?” I try to act normal, pretending as though he is speaking nonsense.
Once Peter puts the last thing into his bag, he looks back up at me. “Well, first you started to act weird. Then, you disappeared several times. It wasn’t long until I saw on the news that the sword was taken literally right after you disappeared that night. Not long after you completely disappeared for two days you reappeared once again, but aliens showed up to the planet out of nowhere . . .”
I grow speechless with Peter; he is aware of what happened. Just, he doesn’t know what is really going on. I don’t want to mention what is happening, as it could bring out some really embarrassing news. So instead, I decide to lie. “I don’t know what you are talking about. All of that is guessing that I am responsible for an alien race.”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I really feel like there is something you are not telling me,” Peter says, almost getting under my skin.
“There is nothing for me to tell you. Everything about me has nothing to do with the events outside,” I declare. “I promise.”
Peter stares at me for a few more moments, watching as I put my last few things in my bag. Eventually, he looks away and puts his bag around his shoulder. “I am going to get going.” He heads over to the door and walks out of the dorm.
“I’ll be right behind you,” I tell him as he closes the door. I place the bag around my shoulder and I stop, looking around the room. I see the papers still hanging along the walls with the symbols scribbled on them. I take a deep sigh before heading toward the door.
Before I can open the door, I begin to feel something off. A feeling that I haven’t felt since before I met the sword. It is utter sickness and nausea. I grow confused, remembering that the sword is supposed to be detached from me.
Unless, it isn’t and it’s back.
I look back toward the papers on the floor. They have the same symbols that made me get teleported onto the spaceship. The same spaceship where I failed to save everyone. Now, I am going to get destroyed with the rest of the people I know and love. I look back down at the door. The only problem is that the sickness is getting worse.
I open the door and leave the dorm, heading out toward the street at the entrance of the college. I soon notice in the sky a small aircraft falling down from the sky and heading toward the ground. The only thing that this aircraft can tell me is that it contains the sword. I look back at my bag before placing it beside a wall.
I look back up toward the aircraft falling down. Then, I start to look around for a taxi nearby. When I find one, I call for it to stop. I get into the back passenger seat, looking over to the driver, who is a man in ragged clothes. “Follow that aircraft falling from the sky,” I tell the driver.
The man looks through the mirror at the front, looking back at me. “Are you sure?” he says, looking worried.
“I’ll pay extra,” I demand, taking five hundred dollars out of my pocket.
He doesn’t go forward; instead he continues to look at me. “Okay . . .” He presses his foot on the pedal and leads us down the street. I look out the side window toward the people who are running and staring up at the sky. I know that all of these people are going to perish very soon. All of that is because of my doing, but luckily nobody knows that it was me.
It tells me that this is my only chance to redeem myself. With that in mind, I can only do that if I obtain the sword. Until then, there is telling when the robed people will destroy us.
It is a pretty long drive toward the small pod that looks like mine. I know that it has to be the sword. There is no other reason why I would be feeling sick. When the driver stops the car along the pathway that is near the crash site, I give him five hundred fifty dollars for the help before getting out of the taxi. I watch as the taxi drives off, leaving me alone with whatever is in the pod.
I begin to walk forward, hoping that whatever is inside the aircraft isn’t going to contain a robed creature ready to kill me. However, as I walk closer to the pod I see that nothing is coming out of it. The pod lies there with no life revealing itself from inside. So, I decide to walk closer to it. When I do, I go up toward the window of the pod and open its hatch.
When I look inside, I see the sword on the floor, with a small bit of blue energy around it. I reach down to it, but I stop as I start to hear noises coming closer. I turn around, seeing helicopters and military vehicles starting to come in. When I see this, I go down to it and grab the sword.
Right as I do, I feel a large portion of energy go through my veins and through the rest of my body. It is a feeling I never expected, but it feels good. When it’s finished, I look down at the sword in my hand, seeing the energy go through my veins clearly from my skin.
I look up and see the military starting to surround the pod and me, but they seem to have just arrived. I look around at each and every one of them before looking up to the sky. I feel larger portions of energy surge through my body more before I project myself into the sky. The soldiers with armed weapons watch me as I soar through the sky, disappearing as I arrive in space.
I look down to earth beneath me once I am far enough. Confused about how I am able to breath in space, I soon spot the spaceship outside planet Earth. I stare at it for a few moments before bursting through space toward it. I keep the sword tight in my hands as I grow closer to it. I ready myself for a battle that is about to come.
I am the AzLean Soldier.