Aster Jen'allé
Bio-engineered Bad queen
It was to the sound of crashing thunder that Kellan awoke: his heart pumping raucously against the pitter-patter of rain in the background. It was time. He jumped from his compact metal bed, hastily snatching his LAR-34 blaster from its bedside holster, and made his way quickly out of the cramped hut he called home. "It's time." Kellan thought to himself in excitement. It was time, as Kellan holstered the blaster and keyed in a code to open the small alcove hiding his hut: time to go outside and enjoy the cool rain and fresh air. Kellan watched as the metal door slid open and allowed storm winds to throw cool rain against his face. He smiled in spite of himself before making a beeline toward the beachfront with a feeling of vindication. Kellan had made the decision to wear his waterskin to sleep in case it rained because the rains on this planet were heavy but fleeting, and he did not want to miss his chance to listen with the world music at the beach.
The trees made a verdant blur as Kellan deftly maneuvered through the tropical forest. He knew every path and landmark, even in the rain: one of the advantages of years spent on the island in complete solitude with little to do. As the green of the forest gave way to the muted beige sand, Kellan skidded to a stop before quickly surveying the beach where he came out. Swiftly he found the rocky section and, after a couple of seconds, spotted his favorite place to meditate. He traversed the distance before jumping onto a rock that jutted about 7 feet above the surf and sat a few yards from the shoreline. He finally settled down with a grin on his face and pulled his music player from the utility belt around his waist. Placing one bud in each ear, he could hear the music playing and was suddenly thrust into another world. He reached out with his feelings. First, he felt only that closest to him: the energy within himself, almost palpitating to the hypnotic music in his ears; the rain and ocean spray bouncing off his skin in a stuttered rhythm. Next, a little further: the energy pushing the waves, the rain tittering along their surface, all converging before diverging 'round his roost. Further still: the depth of the ocean contrasted with the height of the trees in the forest, both teeming with life, both brimming with energy. Everything was following its own rhythm, flowing together, combining with the music playing to form a composition more expansive than words could describe.
Kellan could feel himself becoming a part of the grand orchestra, feeling and somehow understanding the movements conducted by the force that bound all of this together. He could pretend he was the conductor, breathing in, pulling the force in with the air before crashing it all outward like waves in the ocean. Predicting where the crash of lightning would bring the bass of thunder and feeling content in the feeling that he belonged there amidst the symphony. As quickly as it came, the storm was gone and with it the feeling of belonging. Kellan dropped back onto the rock, putting away his music player before looking longingly ahead at the storm racing toward the horizon. Like the receding tide, he returned to his hut: preparing a meal of picked fruit and fish to eat: alone, as he had been for so long he had stopped counting the time. He had all but given up on the idea of ever seeing them again, the parents who left him, only stopping sometimes to wonder what he had done. He laid back down to bed, falling into the numbing arms of sleep, and passing over into the world of his dreams.
[member="Lady Kay"]
