Blue Lemons

Prologue

She looks through the wide window at the planet that would become her new home for the next decade. Observe, note, and learn; the only three rules she had been ordered to do on this new plane.
Simple, it seems, and yet she looked down at the planet with a certain dread.
Observe. She looked at the planet more closely. Clouds. Lots of clouds, some a slightly grayish color. She began to take notes.
The abundance of clouds could possibly represent the amount of smog in the atmosphere?
As the planet neared, her nerves increased. From what she had learned, human beings are creatures that she had hoped she would never make contact with.
But here she is.
She began to imagine the horror that would be her first encounter. What would she say? She continued to contemplate but soon ran out of time when her pilot informed her of their arrival. Looking around the large and spacious craft once more, she began to notice things she had never noticed before, like the small pen on her desk with her home planets insignia imprinted on it. The large tree with beings of light migrating towards it. Then, the ship again, the ship that had been built with only the colors of green had become her symbol of refuge. She stepped out of the space craft and looked back at a beautiful forest where her ship had been. There she saw her pilot, Ark, in mid air, waving her off.
Ark looked upon her with regret. "Don't forget: observe, note and learn. I wish you luck, my dear, and may He be with you" he stated as he threw her a lemon and disappeared into the warm night sky.
That's when it hit her. This is it, there's no going back. She looked back to her notes then took a big breath in.
The air is not as polluted as I had first assumed, there is still hope for the planet.
Reminiscing, she recalled what she had learned about the humans. They had a number by which they recognized the years of their existence. She remembered Ark telling her that this number is 1833. She studied the culture of this year: the dress code, the state of the world, and the expectancy of occurrences that would aide her in her mission. She had failed to learn about the music of the time.
Knowing that she was not the first to attempt a trek such as hers, she felt grateful that she could learn from those who came before her. There had been no person before her that insisted upon 10 years with little to no help and checkups.
She had asked for no interference with this mission, but began to regret it greatly now as she looked around and realized that she was in the midst of a forest that surrounded her with trees.
She continued to observe more closely. The trees were what the humans called "weeping willows" which she had questioned before. Why were they weeping? She imagined from the cruelty of the humans. The trees grew up to 35 feet and surrounding them were green moss patches with a stream of water running through them that seemed to sparkle and wave at her. She waved back, knowing all too well that the water is not capable of such courtesies. She could only hope that the humans were.
Weeping Willows seem to be popular in this area. The bugs that the humans kill on a daily basis are running freely through the brush. There is a bush shaking from the corner of my eye, from the intensity of the movement it might just be a small family of rabbits. The woods seem to be never-ending. I may need to take a brake soon in order to find a good source of water.
She began to make her way through the thick brushes with no aim. Continuing along the brush, she thinks back to when she had been offered maps and a compass but refused wanting nothing than to make it on this planet with nothing but the clothes--that she had been forced to wear--on her back.
She comforted herself with the thoughts of her ancestors walking the same path that she is walking and working for the same things she is working for. As she continued to tread along her aimless path she counted in her head the amount of time that had passed.
36.25.03. Minutes. Seconds. Milliseconds. The forest is large in diameter. I am taking long strides, and there is a light I see. I may be nearing the edge of the forest. Why have I not encountered life yet?
As she stepped closer to the opening she began to tread more carefully. Step by step, the intensity of the beam increased and she felt she was stepping into His light again.
Light is taking me away. Maybe some sort of human teleportation device? Nothing like those that we have at home. I will investigate this mysterious light.
She realized then, as the light moved away from her that she was not being taken anywhere, but rather she was nearing something. She lectured herself for letting the nerves get to her and proceeded on her way out of the woods.
The sound of music approached her ears only slightly and she caught one word Her final step out of the bushes was what she feared would be her last. The sound of music approached her ears, getting louder and louder still. The only words she could comprehend were "let there be one".
Their music has a strange rhythm to it tha-
She felt cold metal slice through her body and she lay there on the hard ground with the light streaming out of her body. Another one. Dead.