[super_slig]

This is a very short story. I hope you like it.

The Slig and the Vykker watched the egg. The shell started cracking. Finally, a male Mudokon had pushed his way through. He wasn't an ordinary Mudokon, though. For one thing, he was fertile. But the most unusual thing about him was his body itself. He was white, with a blue spot on his stomach. His white eyes were almond shaped and had a natural blue "armor" around them. Instead of three fingers, he had five. His arms were more like wings, even though he couldn't fly. He also had a white tail that tapered down to a point, with a blue spike on either side of the tip. On his back, in an alternating double-row, were several long, blue, rectangular plates, more for defense than attack. His ponytail was a light blue, and no other color. The Slig watched the Mudokon hybrid for a while, to see that it was breathing properly, then called in his Glukkon boss, Grenhik. "Ah, good. It hatched." "Sir?" "Yes, I can see that he's fertile. He was created that way, wasn't he?" "Sir." the Slig persisted. "What!?" "He's standing up." The three watched in amazement as the two-minute-old hybrid pulled himself up and took four shaky steps. Finally, Grenhik said, "Well, I think that the search for a perfect slave is finally over." "But, sir," the Vykker interrupted, "every slave must have a name." Grenhik only thought for a moment, then said, "Wilfred." "Wilfred?" Wilfred thought, "Is that my name?"

Eight years later, Wilfred was miserable. He had the meanest Slig in the Barracks. Of course, he was stuck polishing the floor. The Slig guard, Crelik, walked past him, patrolling. Wilfred's arm was getting a cramp. He switched to the other one, but that did him no good. Crelik saw him stop to rest his arm, and pretended to be coming back on the patrol route. He stopped when he reached Wilfred. He raised his gun. Then, as he brought it down, Wilfred crouched and tucked his head under. The plates on his back folded down and interlocked, forming an armor. Crelik's gun struck the armor, and the butt broke off. It hit the newly polished floor and slid off a ledge. All the bullets tumbled out the back, which wasn't there anymore.
"What the-" Crelik was scared now. He called Grenhik in, and told him what had happened. Grenhik looked down at the crouching Wilfred. "Get up!" he commanded. Wilfred stood up and turned to face him. "How did you know that Crelik was about to beat you?" Wilfred could only stare. How had he known? More importantly, how could he answer whan he didn't even know for himself?

Tell me what you think. Look for the second (and final) chapter at 4:00 p.m. tomorrow at the most.