Palace

Chapter 1

In the year 468 of the third moon, the D’jor are searching the toxic jungle of the D’jungu, in the land of D’er. The D’jor D’jargo, with other words the leader of the wolf pack, leaded the way while reading the piece of paper that was in the map when he got this assignment. He was on a Gergo, or a D’jaso, in their difficult language. They had a very strange language. A Gergo could be compared with a horse from planet earth, only did the Gergo have 2 heads and 6 legs. And it looks more like a zombie horse, because they were born in the toxic jungle. Because they lived there since many years, there skin has worn off. The D’jor were Arabic humanoids with blue eyes, and also their pupils were blue, so it was a very creepy sight to see. Behind the D”jargo or hunter were his followers. And behind them was Jejoer, a sort of Dwarf. But not really. He was  small person, but too big for a Dwarf. He was handcuffed walking behind them. Obviously imprisoned. Suddenly they stopped. The D’jargo stepped of his Gergo and stepped to the front. He looked the ground and saw a footstep. He bowed down in front of it. While he was doing that, Jeroer saw something in the bushes. There was Sam, the last remaining ‘human’. He was what the D’jor called: a D’ilau. That means human, but also does D’jor. The D’jor always think they are the one true race of humans, and right now there are more fake humans than real humans. On this planet came in the human year 2472 an American spaceship on the planet of pendulum, or D’er. They were gladly appreciated on their planet, but of course, the D’jor only knew war and after a while they could track planet Earth. They imprisoned the humans and destroyed Earth. Most humans died but for several. When the slaves died, the great working economy collapsed. The D’jor didn’t work for a long time because the humans did it for them. When they weren’t there anymore, nobody could find a job anymore. So they found ways to get a job. The D’jor were very good mechanics and chemists. They made special potions to make them look like humans. They even changed their names. The D’jor became obsessed with the idea to make themselves a whole other life just to get a job. From the year 421 it was illegal to make the potions and become fake humans. They even made a special army force that tracks these humans and kills or captures them. It was called ODSH, that means Operation D’jor Secret Humans. English is the main language now, that’s also a sign of the obsession. When you needed a potion, you could just break in there and you’ll have a load. But that’s the point. The potions were like a drug, and the transformations from D’jor to a normal, planet earth, humans, were very painful. Yet the D’jor couldn’t live without it. They started plundering and nobody wanted to join the ODSH except for the humans. In the beginning the ODSH were the good cops, the saviors. And the potion users were the rebels. Now it’s the other way around. The potion was called: Gerlifer. That was D’jor for New Life. Now that everybody speaks English, everybody calls it New Life or NL. 5 years ago the base of ODSH was destroyed, and the last humans died. Except for one. Sam Zeller, lieutenant of the US Navy, he was a SEAL and Spec ops enforcer. He was the best in what he could do, killing people, infiltrating, in and out, search and destroy. Of course he was the only one making it out the base when they got in. Now he just runs some jobs and kills every D’jor on his path. Nobody knows who he is and nobody knows why he is out there in the swampy rain forest called D’jungu. He ran to the D’jor D’jargo and took the note he was holding before he got killed. “kill the survivor” it said. Is it that how they call him now? The survivor? They really need to come up with some better names. Sam looked over his shoulder with his long black hair, and his little ponytail swiped to the other side. He looked straight at Jejoer and then stepped towards him. Jejoer looked scared and closed his eyes when he slashed his knife at him. When he opened them he saw that he cut the rope that kept him imprisoned. “where are you from?” did Sam ask.

“Gurli, sir”

“What’s your name?”

“Jejoer, sir”

“Ok, if you say sir one more time I’m going to feel bad that I cut that rope”

“I’m sorry, si – I mean I’m sorry!”

“… No, I am. I shouldn’t have said that” they both looked at each other with a rather sad face.

“What is your name?” Jejoer continued

“Sam Zeller, 1st lieutenant of the US Navy, pleased to meet you.” They shook hands.

“Jejoer restuploticemato, traveling merchant, at your service” “how did a merchant get arrested by D’jor?”

“long story…”

“It’s a long way back to Gurli”

“I don’t need to go to Gurli” Sam turned around like he didn’t understand what he said.

“why not? It’s the safest city within 200 miles. What could possibly be a smarter idea than go there”

“Why do you even talk like that? You’re a fugitive!”

“That doesn’t mean that I can’t come in whatever city I want. I slip in, they’ll never see me coming in, and they’ll never see me coming out”

“I need to go and deliver a package somewhere” Jejoer looked at his toes, with a face that could touch the ground

“What package? What city?” Sam replied in an angry tone

“The palace of Rutu…”

“How are you expecting to get in there? Marry the queen? Bribe the corrupt prince? Tell me, I really want to know”

“I have the declaration of war…” The eyes of Sam became very big.

“Go on…”

“The Zako wants to declare war on the D’jor, that’s all I know and all I want to know.” Sam stepped closer to Jejoer, who was almost hyperventilating.

“Did they kill them?” Sam asked carefully

“I tried to… stop them but… how could you watch something so beautiful… die … when you know you can hold them in your arms forever… until the point you need to let go. I still feel their warm blood… running through my fingers. I could have stopped them. I could have gave up my own life to save a better one”

“Don’t say that, if you would have died, they lost a father and a husband, or worse…”

“No if i… just took some of their time, and gave them some time to go away, to run…”

The D’jor had different ways force people to do stuff for them. Kill your family. Take all our money. Let you starve to death. And for the smallest things. The fire in Sam’s eyes started burning. He took his bag from out of the bushes he was hiding in and got on the road.

“Where are you going?” Jejoer shouted

“We are going to deliver that paper, together with a knife in their troth”