Her mother always whispered of a world much like her own, gently whispered tales of people just like her on an impossible green planet lulled her to sleep as a child, and on this curious planet was an unspoken sort of magic that couldn't be describe...
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THE TIME PASSED like the steady trickle of water down a river, its torrent fast and always moving but no clear end. The object of time passing her by had always been a fear of hers and so she never wasted a second, making sure to fill the space of her life with an abundance of distractions from the inevitable—to the day her gift would pass to another and she would once again become one with the heavens as her culture believed.
But despite her fear controlling every waking moment of her life there she sat, tucked far away in a place where the light never touched—left to wither with the weeds and decay back into the universe who'd blessed her with the gift of life. She wasn't sure how she got there really, one moment she was staring at Gohan completely at a loss and the next it was nothing but an empty silence. It felt like a void between heaven and hell, forever cursed to remain in endless suffering.
She was nothing but a piece within the expanding universe, and within this strange void is where she would waste away for eternity.
It's how she remained for a very long time, nowhere in particular but stuck in an endlessly dark void that didn't contain a single shred of life as she withered away. Then one day a small voice whispered into the dark void, as if beckoning her to come forward. At first, she believed it was her mind coping, a trick to ease the mind of oncoming death and feed her some form of comfort as her life faded away within the void. Then she heard it again, this time more clearly and a lot closer than before.
"Fear is not your energy, my dearest," the voice called out softly, like a gentle whisper in the stagnant air. She could practically feel the warm breath of another against her cheek as it spoke, and the gentle touch of a hand brushing through the dark locks of her hair.
That simple touch is what sent the steady pulses of life running through her veins like a wildfire, a torrent of hearts thrumming and begging for her return to the land she'd come to know. When she didn't move the strange touch nudged at her, beckoning her to climb up from the void she'd found herself buried in.
"You were meant for the Earth, my girl." The voice whispered gently, like a brush of wind against her mind.
"I want to go home." Aloe echoed out into the darkness, her voice rough and haggard after going so long without speaking.
"You're no fool, my dearest, this is your home."
Then Aloe felt a sudden push, one that clawed straight into her very being and yanked her through the dark void with a harsh hand and threw her back into the reality she'd been fighting to avoid. Not a moment later she was submerged deep in water, her lungs screaming for air as she kicked and fought her way up towards the light of the surface. She sputtered at coughed once she was at the surface, the blinding sun above her burning her eyes as she shielded herself from the harsh lighting after what felt like an eternity she'd spent in darkness. She blindly reached out the water, her hands grasping for nothing before a pair of large hands grabbed at her and yanked her out of the water roughly. She nearly screamed as those same hands wrapped around her to lift her as her eyes did their best to accustom themselves to the brightness of the sun.
