Hylocereus
Lord of the Foliage
Nobody called him Hylocereus, everyone called him Hylo. But this man had his ID and was calling him by his full name. That was a bad side. The youth wrinkled his nose as the brigand gave him a look over. He wore simple brown robes and had feet bare. He liked going barefoot so his feet could feel the soil of the planet he visited. Currently he was curling his toes into the well tilled soil. Hylo enjoyed traveling around the galaxy and had arrived on planet prepared to do his job and evaluate it for agriculture, however he was sidetracked by a more personal project. And he was proud of his little garden. “Hey stop it,” he yelled over as one of the men trampled through his flower bed.
He had known each of those flowers since they were seeds, tending to them and caring for them. It was natural that flowers got trampled, they were the lowest on the food chain. “Listen little Hylocereus,” the man started his fat finger pushing into Hylo's chest, “You need to understand the new way of things. We got the guns.”
“Hylo," he corrected quickly, "no one calls me Hylocereus.” He scrunched his nose again and felt deep into the ground with his toes through the force. “And I don’t like you in my garden.” Hylo was useless in a fight. He’d never had an aptitude for it, though mother has insisted on teaching him the wardance Sholan Kha. No instead he fell back to the only real skill he knew with the force. “Please leave.”
“Listen, as soon as the owner of this estate hands over what he owes we will be on our way.”
“But my garden…”
Hylo never knew what hit him as the mans hand struck across his face. He landed hard in the dirt. “We don’t care about no stinkin plants.”
“But I do,” Hylo said digging his fingers and toes into the soil. With all the power and training he had he used his only skill, he made plants grow. Roots came up and entangled men as branches whipped down at pirates and scattered….
A few minutes of trees swatting around and the pirates were on the run, a rumour of a haunted manor following closer in their wake. Hylo for his part was exhausted and simply pulled off his cloak and dove into the fresh soil, letting the sun touch his skin and help with photosynthesis. His troubles may have just have begun, surely news would spread of this haunted garden and bring outsiders, though for the time being he was content to merely bath in the sun.
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He had known each of those flowers since they were seeds, tending to them and caring for them. It was natural that flowers got trampled, they were the lowest on the food chain. “Listen little Hylocereus,” the man started his fat finger pushing into Hylo's chest, “You need to understand the new way of things. We got the guns.”
“Hylo," he corrected quickly, "no one calls me Hylocereus.” He scrunched his nose again and felt deep into the ground with his toes through the force. “And I don’t like you in my garden.” Hylo was useless in a fight. He’d never had an aptitude for it, though mother has insisted on teaching him the wardance Sholan Kha. No instead he fell back to the only real skill he knew with the force. “Please leave.”
“Listen, as soon as the owner of this estate hands over what he owes we will be on our way.”
“But my garden…”
Hylo never knew what hit him as the mans hand struck across his face. He landed hard in the dirt. “We don’t care about no stinkin plants.”
“But I do,” Hylo said digging his fingers and toes into the soil. With all the power and training he had he used his only skill, he made plants grow. Roots came up and entangled men as branches whipped down at pirates and scattered….
A few minutes of trees swatting around and the pirates were on the run, a rumour of a haunted manor following closer in their wake. Hylo for his part was exhausted and simply pulled off his cloak and dove into the fresh soil, letting the sun touch his skin and help with photosynthesis. His troubles may have just have begun, surely news would spread of this haunted garden and bring outsiders, though for the time being he was content to merely bath in the sun.
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