Chapter Seven - Lost

4 1 0
                                    

The real Lilo's world changed yet again as flashing shots of memories scattered through her soul. She stopped trying to scream, remembering yet again, that there was no mouth to scream with. It had been hours now since her new body excited her but the pure panic was also fading. After all it was very difficult to be terrified when you couldn't remember why.

I am Lilo.

Her mother was rotting as she pushed them. Fresh from her blooming bodies into the nothingness of space. Chattering her children floated, almost flying in the empty void that surrounded them. Their spores were tough but the cold still found cracks and she and her sisters shriveled in agony.

I have a dog and a family.

They were only vaguely aware, her children, that their mother was dying. After all in the moments since being conceived and thrown into space she could only explain so much to them. Quick whisperings of the mammals that had crawled out of the seas and then colonised their world in less than a millenia.

Albie will be waiting for me.

It was useless, she was weak. Her mind blurred into the network yet again, this time there were not many pieces left to lose.

Nina was no longer holding her hand.

They were aware, however, that they were lost. So Lilo had continued, catching lifts on meteors and moons. Looking for a home.

Once they had found it, a middle sized green blob. So rare in the endless abyss that some of her sisters had sworn some great God guided them. Lilo had found a quiet space and very gently escaped her capsule. Breathing, for the first time, air.

Somehow she'd known to bury deep, to spread her filaments and produce blooming mushrooms. That eventually released spores of her own, travelling on the wind only miles. Rather than the light years she had travelled from her own mother.

Chattering to her sisters though, they had done the same. Colonising their own small pieces of the world and in different ways too. It was beautiful, this place they had found. Therefore when the mammals rose from the sea, her sisters and she came to an agreement.

This was to stay their home but they must stay patient. Wait, as the mammals grew until their armies outnumbered her own. It was almost over, her sisters and she would feast so soon.

First, though, the rebellions must be quenched and the chosen ones must succeed.

Blood MoonWhere stories live. Discover now