"Watch yourself. Though you can manipulate, you can also destory. Love can hurt. Love can even kill. Whether it kills friends, foes, or yourself, is up to you and your actions."
Deuce awoke with a headache. Looking around, she realized she had fallen asleep in the kitchen. Nobody wanted to bother her, she guessed. She did break a few branches littered around the field before they entered. That may have been intimidating. But what about the humans? They were four times her size. Whatever. She may have seemed like the grumpy type, but after adjusting to the new surroundings, she was much calmer.
But the dream. The voice echoed in her mind. It seemed familiar. A stroke of deja vu crossed her mind when she thought about it. Flashes of black, white, green, and yellow popped into her head. She shook it off. Weird things were bound to happen.
It was still pretty late. By the sounds echoing through the building, a few of the ithers were awake as well. She was about to get up from the seat when somebody else walked in.
"Hm? Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were still in here." A small blue figure paused at the threshold. It took Deuce a moment before a name came to her mind.
"You're Conroy, right? You look like a Fressi."
"A what?" Conroy frowned, as if Deuce had just turned vomit-inducing colors.
"Um, sorry. It's a creature on Klesva. They look like you, but come in shades of grey, green, and brown. They don't have any hind legs, but have feathery wings on their butt. They're mor like lizards, though."
"Uh... Huh... Well I'm not a Freski or whatever. I'm a bat. Bats are similar to whatever your species is, except we don't have tails with dumb little baubles on them."
Deuce scowled a little. "Excuse me. These tails represent us. There are many different combinations, and each tail grants a special ability."
"No. Don't you start." Conroy started to scowl back. "Don't you start the magic trash. I already know two witches here, I don't need some magic mumbo jumbo creature from outer space."
Deuce flinched, he had hit pretty hard. Magic was a good part of Mispi history and daily life. "I'm not saying it's one hundred percent-"
"Well what is it then? It can't be one AND the other. Is it magic or is it explainable by science?"
She paused. There was no explanation for it. It may be several years before there would be one.
"I'm only 526, I don't know everything about my species." She sighed.
"Five hundred and twenty-six? Wow, your species is weird!" Conroy rolled his eyes. "Guess that's what I get for talking to an alien." He said the last word like it was a sharp blade.
Deuce frowned. She didn't want to continue talking. She wanted to go to her own room and go back to sleep.
"Whatever. I just came in here to get a quick snack. You want to sleep in the kitchen, fine." He rummaged in one of the cupboards, taking something out. After a quick scoff, he left the room.
Deuce glanced at the radio tied to her tail. She kind of wished it was working. A few words from History Book could pick up her spirits.