I woke up with a squeezing headache. Not pounding, squeezing. Like some uper-powerful hand was slowly crushing my skull.
"Ooww." I groaned as I slowly sat up. I heard a male chuckle.
"You put up quite the fight. I haven't had to knock someone out for a long time." I opened my eyes slowly, black spots dancing everywhere. They slowly faded.
"Who are you?" I said groggily. Another chuckle, this time female.
"Nice question. I am Oakle." The female- Oakle said. I turned toward the direction of the voice and saw her. She had long Maple-colored hair and warm, kindly, brown eyes. She was wearing a cloak similar to that of the figure, but not quite the same. Hers was all black. Under her cloak she wore brown-green leggings and a tight black tank top. An odd outfit. Her hair was done up in a braid, she looked tired, like she had been traveling, or doing a lot of exercise.
Next to her was the man, the figure. My captor. He was wearing the cloak. All black one, except his was wool. He was wearing light brown leggings and shirt. They both wore simple clothes, and moccasins. We were sitting in a very ragged and messy pod.
"Where are we?" I asked curiously. He smiled.
"I knew I picked the right person, didn't I tell you Oakle! Didn't I tell you! Now, we are just headed into the Milky Way galaxy, actually, we have been here for a while. We will be arriving at earth in fifteen hours.
"Wow. I have always wanted to fly in a pod." I said excitedly. I ran over to the window and watched as we passed a planet. "Which one is this!" I screamed happily. They both laughed and walked over to me. "Is it, Mercury?" They shook their heads. "Venus?" They smiled.
"Earth is right over there." The man said, "My name is John by the way." He said gruffly. I nodded. Pain flooded my head and I sat down quickly. "You alright?" He asked. I put my hand in the so-so sign.
"It's alright John. She'll be fine soon. I gave her meds." Oakle said quietly. She put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him in an understanding way. I didn't follow. "Oh my! The pod is accelerating. Looks like we will be there even sooner! Let's prepare. Where should we land?"
"Paris." John says firmly. "France is the only country that stayed strong during World War IV, and they were also the ones who helped kill President Trump from 2017, who started World War III, and also used biological warfare weapons, and nuclear and atomic weapons creating terrible chaos. But we live in 4086, so that was two-hundred and seventy years ago. No big deal right? Anyway." Oakle nodded.
"Are you guys, from here?" I asked curious. Oakle's face darkened.
"That story is for another day." She said finally and she stalked off to the control room. I looked at John with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, he just shook his head. So I let it be.
"So. I can't wait to show you earth. Ocean." He said quietly.
"John?" I said, touching his arm. He shook his head and smiled.
"Another day." And he to went off to the control room. Just a little less angrily.
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"We are about to land in Paris, France. They have been notified of our arrival." Oakle's voice said, crackling over the pods PA system. I took a deep breath and walked slowly over to a lounge couch where she had lent me some clothes.
Very carefully, I put on silver, metallic skinny jeans, and a navy shirt with a silver, lacy, over shirt. I slowly laced up some navy platform heels. I hated high-heels but I decided that Oakle knew what she was doing, so I went with it. After that I combed my hair and quickly put it up into a Fish-tail, crown on my head. I inserted a few silver stars into the hair and sat down on the chair behind the mirror. Exhausted. My stamina was obviously down.
"Please be seated. Safety straps will be located on every silver seat in the pod. We are landing." Oakle's voice crackled. I quickly found a silver seat and strapped myself in. All of a sudden we plunged downward. My screams pierced my own ears. Within seconds we stopped and I waited for her signal to unbuckle.
"We have landed. Please come to unloading dock." She said. I unstrapped my safety straps and walked through a tiny little hallway to a ramp where John and Oakle were waiting. Along with them were two very important looking people, and five bodyguards stood in a circle around them. Another was at the door and escorted me to the group.
"Welcome to France." Said on of the people, a woman. She had a thick accent. "I am Caroline Arwich. I am president of France, this is my prime minister Adrien." She said, pointing to her companion. "Welcome. We hope that we can be of some assistance to our newfound galactic friends." She had a kindly, heart-shaped face and looked to be in her late 30s. She had very pale skin and blond hair pulled into a tight sock-bun. Her eyes were brown. She wore a black pencil skirt, and a pale pink shirt under a black suitcoat. She had on petite, little, black heels and seemed very official
Adrien was darker skinned. His skin was in deep contrast to hers. He introduced himself as a native African. He had a long face and short-cut black hair. He wore a black suit and black shoes. His eyes were a deep brown, darker than those of Caroline.
"Well, hello." I said charmingly. "I am Ocean-" There was a slight grunt from John, but everyone ignored it. "I am Ocean Cole, and I am from the planet Alexandria in the Andromeda galaxy. It is a pleasure to meet you M- Madame." I said finally with the help of Oakle. "I am very pleased to be here of all places. France, such a wonderful, richly-cultured country. Thank you for having me." I smiled, it was an innocent, yet knowledgeable, smile. Caroline smiled back.
"Thank you for coming dear." She said, her head slightly cocked to the side. "Now come, come, come inside." She said fervently. I grinned excitedly and followed her into a large, very fancy building. "This is a copy of the palace called Versailles that was destroyed in WWIII. Anyway, it is not exactly the same however. It actually, is more modern." I nodded with understanding, drinking in my surroundings.
"Come. Follow me into a conference room where we may discuss what is going on." Adrien said in a thick voice. We all shuffled behind him into a room with a large table. The chairs around it were very plush and a warm, brown drink in a mug was at each seat. "Sit please. Tell us what is going on." He said.
John began. First he explained our gifts, Carkon, and then the recent events, and Carkon's plot. Throughout Caroline would gasp, clap her hands, our get wide-eyed. I liked her.
"So you see, we have come to warn you. Carkon is dangerous. We need to take immediate action. " John said. Caroline nodded.
"Understood Monsieur!" She said with her gorgeous French accent. "Well. Adrien, I need you to set up a press conference with the International Committee. Immediately." Her voice became more stern, commanding, determined. I admired that women like heck.
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FantasiI am everything Alexandria wants. Different, powerful. The Head Alexander would do anything for me to become a trusted advisor, after all, I could overthrow him. But I don't care about any of it, I just want to get to earth. I hear it's much better...
