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Log IV, Session I. The Others.

Log IV, Session I.
Date: March the Twenty-third, 2067, 4:39 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: The Others.
Logger: ASEoS, in_logged.

So, the others. It is something we had been dreaming of for years, thousands of years to be honest. The gods, the visitors from the sky, aliens. They came, and they were very different from the way we thought they would be.

Pluto is pretty much the capital of Alpha Olympus. And that is where the others came.

I was cleaning, blasting DNA by BTS over my speakers. I was singing at the top of my lungs along with Eldar, who was also cleaning. And we got a notification of an incoming ship. We ran to the observation room, like the sensible people we were. We looked at the screens, and our jaws dropped.

A ship was incoming. It was coming fast, like speed of light fast. No joke. It was just a blur on the screen, drawing closer and closer with every second that passed. Really close.

I ran outside with Eldar following, trying to figure out where they were gonna land. I guessed right when they landed three minutes later. The door opened and...they floated out. Well, I thought they floated out. They were walking on the air currents in reality.

They were dressed in grey robes woven with individual threads that flashed in a kaleidescope of colors as they walked through patches of light from the far off sun. Some I had never seen before, the new colors dazzling my brain. I can't even describe them, because you can't see them. This recorder doesn't have video.

Back to the others though. They looked...human, but not human. I couldn't figure it out at first. But it was their eyes, like endless pools of knowledge and wisdom. Ages of information were in those eyes. And their six fingered hands, far more deft and clever than ours. They had very pale skin and a range of colored hair that looked natural, not dyed in any way. I saw hair like mercury and brunettes and everything in between. It was, well it was beautiful.

The leader, well I assumed it was the leader at the time, walked closer to me. Approached me, and stretched out her hand. I took it and she simply held it for a few moments. And then she let go and started speaking.

"We thank you for coming out to meet us. Others have not done so. You are the leader of Alpha Olympus, the biggest nation in this area, formed from the remains of others who went against you. That is correct," she questioned me. Her voice was soft, like a flower petal, and filled with warmth and curiosity, not unlike a cat. Her cerulean eyes were bright and deep, filled with maybe hundreds of years of experience. Her hair was a silvery white, showing her considerable age. She didn't look old physically, but I could see in my eyes even then that she had seen far more than I ever would.

"Yes. I am the leader of Alpha Olympus, Aseos. I am pleased to meet you. If it is not too rude, may I ask who you are and where you have come from," I asked politely. There was no telling what these visitors had or how powerful they were.

"Pleased to meet you Aseos. We are aeturnum. We come from a place we can not describe in a way you would understand. It is intangible to most, although we believe you are one of the few who have tapped into it. You found it once as a child, and it manifested as your power over the cold. You are very close to us. I believe people like you call yourselves obsessi. You are part of the new generation, one that does not go violent or insane from exposure to our home. You are unlike those obsessi from the time of Taima. The gifts you receive will not twist to be inherently harmful. You now make the choice to harm others with your gift. We took note of you raising the temperature here for some of those who aren't as good with the cold, even though it makes you uncomfortable. That is good in a leader," she said.

I was a bit confused, but most of it made sense. Like aeturnum. That was latin for eternal. They were eternal, they never died. I understood what they had said about the obsessi. Taima's generation had become sick and their gifts twisted to be dangerous, whereas my generation did not do that. None of Taima's generation lived for long. They ended up killing themselves either when they went insane or lost control of their gifts. Akasuki, my favorite person from that time, had died in one of the worst ways. She accidentally gave her own nightmare a form, a crawling mass of spiders, and it had consumed her. Not even a bone was left when the spiders dispersed.

What I didn't understand was that our gifts came from the intangible home of these visitors. And the fact that I was very close to them.

"How do our gifts come from your home if it is intangible. And how am I very close to you," I asked the ancient being in front of me.

"Good questions. You visit our home in the night, and your body reacts to the visit. It latches onto something that runs through your mind when you enter our home, and it alters your body so it can accommodate the aura that surrounds you ever after you visit. You visited longer than others, for almost a full year if I recall correctly. Your visit began when you were 5 on a thought of the cold outside and ended just before you turned 6 on the thought that you would like to go in that cold and not feel it as much, and the thought that you loved space and the pretty shapes the frost made in the window and the animals in the zoo near your home. Your visit gave you gifts and enhanced your mind. That is how you were able to come to space at thirteen. Your visit was engraved into your subconscious, and your hands built what you remembered seeing when you visited," she explained calmly.

And I just stood there, the gears in my head spinning crazy fast. My mother had told me that I went into a coma all of a sudden when I was 5. They had been about to pull my plug when I woke up. They called it a miracle. After that year of my life I couldn't remember, I didn't feel the cold so much. I made it colder when I got too hot. We had to move to Alaska because I kept overheating in the summer, even in spring. I remember making the first frost animal, a little mouse that I cried over after it was caught by the cat. It bled water and dissolved all the faster because of that.

On that sad note, I have to leave. Krieg is trying to kill Consuela again. Krieg leaVE YOUR SISTER ALONE! *stomping and screams*

Log IV, Session 1. End.
Date: March the Twenty-third, 2067, 5:31 Plutonian Lunar Time.
Subject: The Others.
Logger: ASEoS, out_logged.