Below lies the teaser of my upcoming story: “Children of the Sun”
It is set on a fantasy planet that has been colonized by extraterrestrial visitors called the Alorians. Through a series of short stories, I will explore the Alorians, the inhabitants of this strange world, and the Alorians attempts to control a world populated with magic, vampires, dragons, and giants.
CHILDREN OF THE SUN
CHAPTER 1: Jakk the Vendor
Written By David Baker
On a misty evening, in the grassy lands outside The City of Urn, in the year of the morning star, an old tradesmen named Jakk awaited a representative of the Alorian Guard.
Jakk looked up at the clearer part of the cloud soaked sky to see a ship descending into the mist below. His eyes followed it into the grey nothingness that surrounded him and his carts of ern.
Out of the mist, a tall slender figure emerged. His eyes glowing green and his face covered in shadow. Jakk hastily bowed at his presence.
Jakk the Vendor: Me Lords, they’s call’s me’s Jakk da Vendor, I’s has thee parts yee wanted.
Alorian: Rise, one named Jakk.
Jakk: As you’s say.
Alorian: Our analysis concludes that this load is insufficient and contradicts our prior agreement. You are estimated to be 800 erns short.
Jakk: Me sweet apologies me nobel sir. The ports av’ been dry ever since ye grander ones banned our warlocks from practicin’ thee morning prayer. So I’s can only gives ya twat I av’.
Alorian: Prohibition of primitive rituals does not excuse your failure to our agreement.
Jakk: Aye, your worship. Tho’, if you allow me in sayin’, if it twer’nt for them warlocks and thee mornin’ prayers, we’d a starved way before seeing your holy figures and the like.
Alorian: You will cease all discussions of superstition. Our kind deal only in mathematical and scientific principle, not in alchemy, nor ritual, nor belief. Our children have more knowledge and cognitive acuity than all of your great elders have ever had in a thousand lifetimes. We are only concerned in discussing a completed transaction of goods; we are not here to debate a lower life form or cater to whatever mental derangement your kind has sustained in development.
Jakk: Forgive me kind sirs, but from Ol’ Jakks perspective, It t’would seem dat what
yours call science is just magic with more words!
Aloirian: You were warned about unauthorized discussions of your people’s barbaric beliefs. They are of no concern to the Alorian Empire and any further discussion will result in your immediate disintegration. Is that clear?
Jakk: Aye, uh aye… me.. uh… holy lords. Ye hear not a peep more from me. No need for any hostilities against ol’ umble Jakk.
Alorian: We shall take what you have offered as a partial payment. Upon our return in 3 cycles, full payment will be expected.
Jakk: Your command is out your mouth and in my hand! Ol’ Jakk will see it gets done.
Alorian: Any further failure will result in your immediate and permanent replacement. Till next time one named “Ol’ Jakk”.
The Alorian fell back into the mist cruising off into the night’s sky. As its light began to dim, Jakk shouted:
Jakk: AYE! ME MANY THANKS AND TO YOURS TOO! YE GUARDIANS OF THEE SKIES AND HEAVENS ABOVE! MAY PEACE BE UPON YE AND YE NOBLE EFFORTS!
As the ship’s light vanished from sight, Jakk was left with only his thoughts and the smoldering smoke that surrounded him.