Ofydd Sigurdsson Travels Across the Galaxy

Chapter Two

Indeed, he was right. Ofydd was in a wormhole!

But why in MY bowl of soup? He thought. When I get back, I'm gonna sue Stevens brand soup for this. Suddenly the wormhole opened up in front of him and he fell out! Ofydd landed in a strange looking field with huge trees that looked like orange broccoli. Ofydd heard a twig snap behind him and whipped around. It was a strange looking bipedal felid with two mouths! He was holding some sort of weird gun. ALIENS!

"Alien! Alien! There's an alien!" The weird felid cried.

"Hey! Hey! I come in peace! I just came here because there was a wormhole in my soup!" Ofydd yelled, trying to sound calm.

"Soup?" Said the alien. "Is that some kind of blaster or something? Who are you?" The alien crawled over and stared at Ofydd, who was really scared. The alien had some weird thing in one of his mouths.

"Anyway, I'm Ofydd, I come from Earth, and I am looking for some lost time."

"Lost time? We can't help you there, Ofydd. We're just lowly Qeegolons. Want to play a card game?" The felid said, showing all his teeth. Ofydd had never been asked to play a card game with a strange fellow like this Qeegolon. Perhaps it would be fun!

"OKAY!" He said, and ran after the Qeegolon, who was quite fast.

"We live in the trees," said the Qeegolon. "Unlike those wretched Sudereans! They think they own all of Albea 3!" And with that he started to gracefully and nimbly scamper up a tall orange broccoli tree. "I'm Conlimtu-783 of the Emurakee tree. That means I'm the 783rd Qeegolon to live there!"

"So I don't get it," Panted Ofydd, trying to catch up. Climbing trees wasn't one of his talents. "Do you live in the trees, or on the branches?"

"IN the trees! Come on, the entrance is right here!" Said Conlimtu-783. He opened a door in the bark and jumped down a hole. Ofydd gulped and jumped down after him.

The inside of the tree was huge! It was like an apartment building, but made out of the inside of the Emurakee tree instead of bricks! Conlimtu-783 walked up to a set of two elaborately decorated doors. Two guards with more laser guns stood there. They pointed their weapons at Ofydd suspiciously. Ofydd raised his hands.

"Who is this?" Demanded one. "He doesn't look like any Qeegolon that I know of!"

Conlimtu-783 swished his tail. "Don't worry, Dlenrebah-384, this is Ofydd the Earthling male. You are a male, right?" Asked Conlimtu-783, looking up at the boy. Ofydd nodded, smiling. "He wants to play a card game with us." Dlenrebah-384 lowered his gun and so did the other guard. They opened the doors and let Ofydd and Conlimtu-783 in.

The doors swished behind them and they walked onto a floating board. "They just do that to make sure none of those pesky Sudereans get in. Oh, how I hate those grub-eaters!" Conlimtu-783 growled. The board lifted upwards at an alarming rate.

"Woah! It's just like an elevator!" Ofydd said. He warily looked down at the shrinking floor. When he reached out, his hand was stopped by an invisible wall.

The board stopped at a hallway on the 700th floor. It too looked just just like an apartment building. The walked past countless sliding doors. Ofydd looked behind him just to see the board swish downwards.

After a while Ofydd's legs started hurting. Conlimtu-783 showed no signs of tiring out.

"There's my mother's room, my father's room, my brother's room, my brother's room, my brother's room, my brother's room, my brother's room, and my sister's room, number 782. I like her the best. But the card game is in my room." And with that he stopped at a fairly plain looking, yet futuristic sliding door with 783 on it. Conlimtu-783 walked into the room and the door closed with a click behind him. Ofydd felt a bit concerned.

There was a purple fold-up couch, a bumpy mahogany spherical coffee table (or it looked mahogany), and a giant copper fridge that took up half the room.

"Why do you have such a big fridge?" Asked Ofydd.

"We have two mouths, so we need two fridges!" A Qeegolon said. He was sitting with two other Qeegolons. They had two tails and sharper teeth in one of its mouths. Conlimtu-783 looked angry.

"Sapin-821! I didn't invite you!"

"I did." Said the one with two tails. She was younger-looking than everyone else.

"Oh," said Conlimtu-783, his hackles lowered. "Well, uh, everyone, this is Ofydd from planet Earth. Ofydd, this is Valentor-744, my mate, Bylonie-782," he pointed at the ones with two tails, 'my sister, and..." He sighed angrily through his other mouth. "... Sapin-821, my apprentice. He is too young to play with us, but I guess he will."

"How old is he?" Asked Ofydd, sitting down. The chair was wobbly.

"Just a couple dozen cycles." Murmured Sapin-821. "How old are you?"

"Ten years old." Ofydd stuttered. The others nodded.

They played a very complicated card game for a while called "K'refbji". It was easy to learn yet hard to master. For Ofydd Sigurdsson it was incredibly fun. They were just about to finish the third part of the second round when the whole apartment trembled. They looked around, shrugged, then continued playing. Then the apartment shook again, and this time an alarm like a cat meowing sounded through the whole tree.

"THE EMURAKEE TREE!" Conlimtu-783 screeched. "IT'S UNDER ATTCK!"

They all ran screaming the room. The hallways were filled with yowling Qeegolons. Ofydd pushed his way to the overstuffed board and felt it go down. Ofydd was panicked. He just wanted a bowl of soup. Where was Conlimtu-783 and the others?

The board stopped and Ofydd ran out. He was jostled around by the crowd.

"CONLIMTU! BYLONIE! SAPIN! Somebody!" He yelled. Above the orange broccoli top was gone. Through the hole came a floating ship like a submarine, bur full of water and firing lasers out of turrets!

The ship landed in front of Ofydd, who was rooted to the spot. The door opened, and somehow the water stayed in. A jellyfish-like creature floated out in a bubble of water and stopped in front of an ancient Qeelgolon.

"You can't do this!" He yowled. "I planted this tree! It's ours!"

The jellyfish thing laughed. Or it sounded like laughing. "After today, Emurakee-1, this land will be OURS!" He flung the old Qeegolon aside and floated forwards. Emurakee-1 was stung by its tentacles. The thing paused, then reached and grabbed a bunch of glowy gems and retreated to its ship, leaving behind it chaos and destruction. The tree made a cracking noise. It was being uprooted!

Then a Qeegolon yelled "Quick! Stop the Sudereans!"