Today Khrenta gave me a book and a pen, a human book and pen from the few things they have taken from earth for museums and stuff as she told me. I was surprised they had taken items like that from Earth's ruins. I guess i can write my memoirs in it but for who ? Nobody will be able to read them as i will be seeing no one except Khrenta.
Today as we cuddled i didn't feel the fear i had previously about her sharp limb, why ? Am i getting so attached to forget about fear or am just getting used to it ?
So much time has passed since we threw out my phone that i didn't notice that we almost got to Eondar, she had search for a book for so long apparently. Which I'm thankful for as i was getting really bored. Also now that i won't die of old age what will i do all this time ?
Khrenta has been more on duty lately and she seems a bit more anxious probably due to the fact we arrive soon on Eondar which I'm also a bit anxious as i know what will happen if i get caught before arriving on it but not after departing.
Sometimes i wonder why am i even writing, is it just occupying myself, is it the continuation of my destroyed work or something else entirely ?
I asked Khrenta the history of Eondar and it's apparently the first planet on which they fought an other species of aliens and from that they started doing this competition, the composition of the planet's surface is also a factor as there are 5 equally large continent with a variety of climates and topology on each of them making the start of any civilization possible and they analyses how society changes for more inspiration for many kind of things. And this season it will be humans, some kind of 6 legged elephants, a species of intelligent parasite the size of a human brain controlling various large species, a species of snakes with wings and arms which are very ugly in my humble opinion and some Kontu which are the species Khrenta is part of and are the only one willing to participate and not captured and the only ones which in case of victory won't be canon fodder. I wonder if human captives know their fate yet.
Khrenta told me today her full name which is differently build from human one in this vaste empire which are build like this (rank, first name, family name, adulthood name and place of birth) and Khrenta is just her first name.
We arrived at Eondar, humans were the last one to arrive and now everyone will be transported onto their respective continent. I have nothing else to do except to watch the competition even if i don't want to, maybe then I will understand why they do this after all.
It's been a year since we left others to die on that conflict ridden planet.
Khrenta wrote the previous entry which means that because she can write, she can read, right ?
Has she read everything I wrote ? what does she think of it ? It's like she read my mind reading this diary, i will confront her about this later.
She said she is sorry and she couldn't help it and gave me a big hug but a hug with her sharp limb uncomfortably close like if it was on purpose or maybe I'm starting to imagine things.
Yesterday I've been caught during a random checkup of crew quarters and i have been put in a cell, Khrenta got me out claiming I'm her long term psychological experiment (if she taught me their language correctly) and since then i am able to leave her quarters only with her presence which is great as i won't be stuck in 4 walls but i wonder if what she said is true or just an excuse to get me out.
It's nice being able to walk more than 5 meters in a straight line, Khrenta showed me parts of the ship i wasn't able to access as a prisoner before she took me but other Kontu didn't seem to like my presence which i can guess why.
Today one Kontu approached Khrenta and asked why she doesn't use her translator drone to which she couldn't respond and I saw the suspicion rise from it.
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Echoes Across the Stars
Science FictionThis story follows a human survivor who finds himself in an unlikely relationship with an alien from a militaristic species. As they navigate the complexities of interspecies conflict, cultural differences, and personal attachment, they form a bond...