Cevic

Chapter 2

I don’t know what to say

Since it’s a twist of fate

That it all broke down

The story of us that’s a lot like a tragedy now

 

-The story of us-

 

 

White and blue, blue and white

 

I came from a planet not far from Earth, called Cevic, unknown and unseen to Earthlings, perfectly camouflaged in the dark universe from any eyes.

  It was a perfect, comfortable and beautiful world- or so I had thought before I had reached Earth.

 My full name, too mouthy for my friends and me, is Eron Jaqeus Alchaillrë. It was too fancy, too burdensome a name for me to carry around. My close friends and family called me Eron, but most people addressed me with suffocating formality as mi iës, which in Cevica, the language of Cevic, meant ‘my prince’, or ‘my lord’.

  My parents have passed away when I was of a wee little age, but my older brother, the king, King Decus, fifteen years my senior, remembered our parents clearly, and he missed them every day. 

  I was an orphan young, but I had never felt the emptiness or felt bereaved. King Decus was my father, brother and master, and my sister, two years my senior, Princess Isha, cared for me like a mother would have.

  Cevicïans resembled humans greatly, but our skin was a milky-white complexion, and our hair colors differed significantly, depending on our clans or parents. There were brown, blue-black, hot pink, yellow, fair blond, dark red, startling red, purple, green, black, indigo, forest or emerald- green.

  We felt pain and emotions as much as humans did, but we had acute five senses.

  Unlike humans, who had wavy, straight or curly hair, all our hair was straight, and unlike humans who had varying hairstyles, our hair lengths were similar. Males cut their hair short. Some males chose to let it grow more, and some preferred buzz cuts. Females let down their hair, but the longest hair I have seen was till the shoulders and no longer.

  We each were born wearing sleek black, skin-tight clothes that grew as we grew, fireproof, waterproof, ductile, flexible, bulletproof but smooth. It protected us from cold and hot, and displayed the time, date, day and month of the day, had a screen which we could talk face to face with others, could know the diseases that we could possible be down with in future, and more.

  We rode on personal abeles, which were scaly, about six times our height, five hundred pounds, usually brown or brownish red, with powerful wings. Each Cevicïan, no matter his or her rank or affluence, rode on loyal, trustworthy and humorous abeles, though the breed and quality of each abele varied.

  Cevicïans ate from abundant fruits that were nutritious enough that we need not consume meat like humans did. Our abeles also ate from the fruits, round, smooth, sleek and dark blue with a short stubby green stalk.  Instead from plastic bottles like humans, we drank water with cupped hands straight from pure, clear streaming water sources.

  The best parts I loved about Cevic were the streams and fruits, and of course, the abeles, but unlike how Cevicïans, I felt strangely suffocated and intimidated by the state-of-the-art skyscrapers, at least a hundred floors tall, indestructible against any natural disaster.