After discovering clues from her astray father, the first hybrid offspring joins forces with her ragtag friends, embarking on a mission to regain the planet Safforia from the dystopian regime.
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Year E3029
Ocea
A gold entrance gate, rusted from time, lay in the tall grass. The half safforian statue of an enchanter scattered in pieces while its other insect half stood upright with water pouring from the hole on top.
"Is this right?" Thomas asked, reaching for the speaker box on the fence.
The keypad shocked Thomas, prompting him to step back, wiggling his hand. His brown eyes glanced at me but trailed to Wyatt while he tip-toed around the debris on the ground.
Becca stepped beside me, watching the boys enter the golden homes neighborhood. A mantis flew onto the fence with its bulging eyes watching us. The green bug tilted its head, tucking its front arms into its chest.
I place my hand on Becca's back. "Let's keep close to the guys," I said, lightly pushing her before me.
She staggered forward with her eyes on the giant bug above us. She raced toward Wyatt as I slowly walked, scrunching the fountain pieces beneath my feet. The old material broke into dust, blowing into the wind.
Wyatt pointed at the only house with a kept lawn before walking down the path to the front door. He knocked loudly, causing bugs to fly into the sky from the bushes of the houses surrounding us.
The green mantis from before flew over, landing on the path behind us. Its large butt fluttered, keeping its eyes on us.
Wyatt knocked again as the door slowly opened. The bug darted toward us with its wings outstretched. Thomas ducked while Becca screamed with her arms in the air. The mantis v-lined past into the house, not interested in us.
The door creaked open more before I walked by Wyatt, entering the dark house.
"Hello," I whispered as dust flew around my steps. "Dr. Coachman, we are here to talk to you about—" I gazed at Thomas. "One of your inventions."
Wyatt grabbed my shoulders, pointing to the end of the corridor. "You go right. I'll go left," he whispered. "The other two will stay here."
"Got it," I replied, stepping down the hallway with Wyatt breathing down my neck.
We crept to the end, splitting paths. I rounded a corner, seeing a room with scribbles on the walls, the codes of ideas from a baffling man. My finger brushed the rock wall, smearing the letters.
"Hello," a male voice quickly said.
I jumped, stepping back. The man stalked toward me with his hand outstretched. My back hit the wall as his palm brushed through my hair, writing on the board above my shoulder.
"What can I—" he said, but froze when his eyes met mine.
He scrunched his eyes as fluttering wings echoed around the room. The mantis landed on his shoulder, leaning its face close to mine.
