I smiled. "Are you ready?" I asked. Traple Paluna hugged our creator, Sainkra Predreka one last time.
"It's gonna be okay, Fléa." Sainkra said. Traple looked at her, pulling slightly out of the hug. There were black tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're not a cykin anymore." Sainkra said, wiping the tears away with a cloth. Traple sniffled. "I wish I could remember those years again.." She bit her lip. "I'm gonna miss you, Monmondre." Mother. Traple said.
Sainkra smirked. "You'll see me again, Fléa." I pulled Trap beside me in front of the mirror. "Yea, we're coming back for Festivia next month, remember?" Festivia is a new holiday the three of us came up with as a kind of christmas-ish thing to visit for a prolonged time. "Deteeta!" Bye! I said, grabbing Traple's hand. Trap looked over her shoulder. "Malkka deteeta.." Good bye.. She said, leading the dive into the rippling mirror.
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"System reboot, Pepper-Riia, Quoredoone of five- se-seventeen thousand years." I woke up on the floor in darkness. "Transportation from earth successful." My AI said. I hit my head with the palm of my hand. "Cannit, will ya?" I said quietly.
"System reboot, Free-Fox Paluna, Tredoone of sev- ni-nine thousand years." Traple flipped on her glowing eyes, purple and silver. I blinked on my glowing yellow and white eyes; then a second later, stopped, looking around the hazy room. Something's not right..
Traple, sitting next to me, moved to stand. I grabbed her arm. "Wait.."
She frowned. "What?"
"Shh. You hear that?" The silent house could've been settling, and I could've been just paranoid; but something felt wrong about the room. There was a buzzing sound, barely audible, but my fennec ears picked it up. I grabbed an earth item from my pack I brought, and tossed it far in front of me. The rock of plastic rolled to the edge of my eye beams, before thin red lights appeared. "Damn!" I said quietly. "She found our hideout.." The security beams moved, and I urged Traple to the right, toward the old kitchen. "Let's go that way!" I whispered. Traple kept her mouth shut,- she wasn't very talkative in some situations, whereas in others she was the opposite.
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The NexttGenns Trilogy: Season 1: THE CORRUPTION SERIES
FantasyPepper-Riia Cyy is the heir to the throne in Cordinia, her home kingdom. At least, she Was, until a tyrant and leader in the rebel army named Genie (no last name given), stormed the Hicrill (the royals' castle) and killed the ruler and Pepper's old...
