Blood and Gold

From the Heavens

A ball of light drifted across the marble path of the extravagant palace belonging to the Archaens, an ancient race of people made by the Creators. The proud beings tilted their heads up at the infamous sight of the disguised Creator, disdainful eyes watching the figure come into the physical world with a bundle of silk in its hands. The bravest of them, for the fear for their creators still ran deep, walked forward, jewels and golden chains adorned on her skin. "What is it you want?" The female asked, her gold eyes daring to dart to what was in the Creator's outstretched arms.
"A gift, to our most arrogant children," It drones in its most robotic voice.
She set her jaw and hesitantly took the bundle of material. It was a trick, had to be, the Archaens had no use for such things. All at once, a crackle of light went through her and down into the silk, causing the woman to fall to her knees in pain. Something was different, it was no longer just a pile of silk, there was an organic there. As soon as the pain faded from her eyes, the woman pulled back the material to see a babe was now swaddled in the silk. What had they done? She looks up at the Creator, watching as it traced the baby's forehead. "Our finest creation yet. A Prime for all of you. You will call it Navirion, and it will save you from yourselves," It cackled, starting away just as she stretched out her hand.
"Take this!" The woman hissed, they had no want for 'gifts'.
It froze and turned back to her, anger in its eyes. "You will take it, Nauity, or your people will perish. We tire of your insolence, so spare us and do what we tell you for once."
The Archaen blinked, her eyes leaking light as her anger rose to new levels. But she let the Creator go, a defiant glare aimed at the retreating ball of light. She stared down at the baby in her arms, half tempted to dump it in the fountain. Yet, she couldn't. The woman found she had no ill will towards the child itself. Possibly because a sinking instinct told her it was partly hers. She shook off such thoughts and marched her way to the council chambers, striding through the broad doors as her dress whipped around her. Her fellow councilmen looked up at her, and once she was done explaining their encounter, the other Archaens demanded the baby's corpse be sent to the Creators. A spike of disbelief sent chills down her spine. They wanted to kill a child? Again, she ignored the thought. She had too before rebellious ideas filled her. Nauity set the baby down on the table, looking at its gold eyes give way to an ice blue. Almost like... optics. Fear shot through her and she knew what the Creators had done. They had somehow found out about her past, and sent this thing to expose them. "We should send it away, somewhere the Creators cannot find it," she concluded.
For the sake of the fond memories she kept locked away, Nauity couldn't kill her own child. If she was right, this was her fault and the child couldn't be to blame. It didn't take much to convince the others, and she soon set off again to the transporter. Placing the child snugly in, Nauity watched as the hum of the machines slowly lulled the baby to sleep. It wasn't so bad, her heart cried as she allowed the child to wrap its hand around her finger. So small, just what she had wanted eons ago, when she had allowed such things. Nauity wrenched herself away and closed the transporter, eyes on the sleeping baby. That was so long ago she was barely the same person; it definitely wasn't her now. The Archaen sent the baby away, headed towards the galaxy she had filled out the coordinates for. There, she had heard the people were good. Savage, but kind to their children. If only her people were such beings. Nauity walked away, deciding she might need to have her mind cleaned again, if only to lock those young memories away again.

Many, many years later.

Laughter and happy screeching were nearly drowned out by the sound of crashing waves as a giddy family of three played along the shore, their legs in the blue sea. The sun was just reaching its zenith as something hurtled down from the atmosphere, landing in shallow sea as he family raced to get away. "Mom, look! A meteor!" The boy, about ten, shouted, starting to swim out to it.
"William! Get back here," his parents shouted, but the boy didn't listen.
He wanted to her a space rock. The boy was just a ya bit disappointed as he reached the object within a few minutes. It want a rock, but a smooth object with strange markings. "Cool!" He gasped as he realized he might have found an alien ship or something.
Carefully, he swam with it back to shore, his father meeting him half way and nearly dragging him back. "Will you can't do that!" The man scolded his son, out of breath as he hugged the boy.
"Dad, it's not a meteor!" He pointed at the strange symbols and stood up.
His mother was quick to pull him away, but she too seemed curious. "Don, what is it?"
Her husband simply shrugged and tapped on the oblong thing, only to jump as it opened with a hiss. Three sets of eyes peered into the object, widening at the form of the sleeping baby inside. "What the..."
Forgetting her caution, the mother picks up the baby, frowning at the expensive material surround the child. As they saw a car approaching, the family headed back to their car, the baby hidden from view by the mother's shawl. All the way home, she played with the child, noticing the way its eyes would change from blue to gold over and over until it settled on a deep blue, like hers. Gold and white flecks speckled it's iris like stars, and the mother decided the child was indeed from the heavens. Once home, she taught her son how to hold the baby while the two parents went inside to talk about what to do with it. William gazed down at the small human with some uncertainty. It was so small. He had seen other babies, his cousins and family friends, but they had all been ugly, wrinkly things that cried too much and smelled. This baby was quiet, and sort of cute. He reached down and tickled its stomach gently, smiling at how it let out a gargled laugh. When his parents came back, they sat beside him, placing their arms around him as he held the baby. "She's so pretty," his mother sighed, ruffling her son's hair a bit.
"Can we keep her?" William asked, holding the baby a bit closer.
The adults shared a look before smiling. "Of course, she came from the sky, Willy, we can't exactly send her home," his father laughed.
That was all he needed to hear, the little boy let the baby girl wrap her small hands around his finger and smiled. "You're my sister now, I'll keep you safe."