Believe
New story (with quite bad beginning...) written by me! Read if you'd like to...
PROLOGUE
Report,
By morning, everything was normal as always. But, not expected, the egg started to hatch. By the first smallest crack in the shell, Ezial, Lyw and I was ready to take notes, pictures and start judging its mental and physical health. Guess how surprised we became when we saw that it wasn’t a slig we’ve just created… It was a mudokon subspecies; called a Crucifician by those who knows a bit about biology and the mudokon history. I’ve read an interesting book about Crucificians once. I’m happy it’s healthy, it was the least we could expect. We’re now ready to receive your word about this… complication…
Sincerely,
Dr. Claybrain
Hlir looked up from the paper the vykker scientist just had given him. His slig helper quickly pulled it away and tried his best not to laugh (he read from the paper too).
“Are you serious?” Hlir asked Claybrain. The vykker Claybrain nervously scratched one of his arms before he replied.
“Er, well, you zee, boz, we had some… Problems with the instruments in that minute and…”
“NO MORE EXCUSES!” Hlir yelled so both Claybrain and the helper slig jumped a little.
“I haven’t been wasting my precious moolah on this project so you can make the wrong species!”
Claybrain shook his head.
“But, bozz, mow that we’re on it, can’t you let uz continue with the zame project? One of my collegez will make the zlig you want, I zwear!”
Hlir seemed to think real hard about what Claybrain just had said. After a while he nodded.
“Alright! You and your friends may continue on your little projects, but don’t think your getting extra paid.”
“No, sir. We wont.”
Claybrain turned around and tried to get out, but Hlir stopped him with two sentences.
“You get six years! Got it? Six years, then my fellow sligs will take over your hard work…”
“He... Yez zir…” Claybrain said and closed the door when he was outside.
“Well?” Lyw asked when Claybrain entered the laboratory. Claybrain shook his head. “Nope…”
//Darn…\\ a voice (which belonged to Ezial) in his head said.
“I agree… But I have some good news!”
“What?” Lyw asked eagerly.
“If we keep him, we raise him. We still get paid for our regular work.”
//Er, guys, don’t count me in, I’m an intern, they’ve got stuff to do you know…\\ Ezial said, hurrying away.
“And I’ve still got to make other things. Inventions don’t invent themselves.” Claybrain said and got back to studying the records of the eggs hatching moment.
“It’s bad to waste such much work…” Lyw said and took the child up in her arms. “After all, I can understand him. No one wanted me either, did they?”
Claybrain turned around, sighing in a desperate tone.
“No scientist wants to create a mudokon. You were just lucky no one ‘got rid’ of you…”
“Yeah…” Lyw thoughtfully said and watched the child move around in her arms. A small mudokon child with brown eyes, dark green skin, two clawed (and pretty useless) arms on
his back and no feather yet.
“I think I’ll call you… Rhan. Yeah. Treespirit…”
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