Chapter One

Princess Heads Out

“Hold on, hold on. I’m packing as fast as I can.” I said, moving quickly, grabbing anything thoughtlessly as I continued to pack my small bag.

He was always rushing me. Making me his errand girl. This was going to be the last errand. I swear. And this was going to be the last time I see this filthy room. The dirt reminded me of the poor little girl standing with her tribe staring at me, holding her crotch. She wanted to pee, but instead held it; holding herself and staring. The dirty, smearing wall looked like shit with some scribbled nonsense of words that those poor people were trying to make. According to daddy, this was the best room they could give us at such a short period of time. What else can I expect from these kinds of people; the natives. They didn’t even speak clearly. They didn’t write or read. All they were and all they are were animals.

I wanted to kiss my father for this last day, but instead I dismissed that notion. We just needed to get out of this dirty hell hole. My father was studying his log at his desk. He had to make his report concise. Every day of our adventure had to be recorded correctly. Knowing my father he wasn’t going to give all of his goodies away. Just enough to get more funding. There was never enough funding. I shouldn’t be nervous about any of this, but I was. What if they figured out what we were doing? What if someone was helping them against us? Who knows. I fumbled with my clothes, still packing.

“Don’t bother. Did you forget where you are?” He paused trying not to lose track of what he was doing. “Just a backpack. You might have to walk most of the way, but don’t speak to anyone. They are fools. And don’t eat anything after you crossed over to that foreign land. We barely can eat anything here.” My father’s response was kind of lackadaisical, as if I should already know what he’d told me many times before.

“I know, I know. This is going to be easy. Don’t worry about me. Are you going to be done when I get back? We need to leave right when I return. I don’t want anyone changing their minds.” Of course, I wasn’t concentrating. I dumped everything out of my bag and pursued to repack into my backpack instead.

“Yes, who taught who? I know this already. I’ll be done. Everything is good. I’m just waiting for a go ahead.” His words were still without meaning. He was still glued to his notebook, making more notes.

Something simple as wanting and yearning was the key ingredient to make people crave for more. This is a world of possibilities, no matter what the others thought. The truth was out there in this brand new world. A world that we can expand and make our own. My father was right. These people were simple and stupid, full with ideas that everything in life was living. They even prayed to the car keys we gave them. It had no value, but they didn’t even know what a car was. They were going to trade their land for a crystal. How stupid. They were stupid, stupid people.

“Okay, a backpack. I have the crystal in my pocket though. I feel better knowing it’s on me.” I know he wasn’t concerned. He didn’t care as much as I did. Did he forget what day it is? It was the last day on earth before colonization.

“Makes sense.” His words were a mere whisper. What could he be writing that was more interesting than the other days we’ve spent?

My heart was slightly elevated. The exhilaration of our exploration being finally completed had taken me. The very last day of long months of hell. The heat was killing me each day from suffocation. The people and their gibberish and erratic hand movements. And their disgusting smelly food! It was a constant reminder we were in a foreign world. I was glad that our ship was on standby hovering above in the thick clouds that we made to mask our presence. I truly hated this place and the people in it. Everything, and I mean everything, had to be replaced. But there was one secret little thing I liked about them. They had kings and princesses among their small tribes. I wouldn’t mind being a princess and my father could be the king of our new world. Maybe we can get them to serve us and bow to us and kneel before us; taking care of our every commandments. We could make it into anything we dream of. Instead of them worshipping the stone, the water, and the sunlight; they will worship us. I have to admit I was getting exhausted of watching them worship every little thing and seeing life in everything. But I will never get tired of them worshipping me.

“Bye, I’m leaving.” It was words of me being nonchalant, I’ll be back and ready like you are daddy.

The damn sun was killing me, the moment I slammed the door shut and walked outside. Clouds are definitely necessary here. That’s the first thing we need to make more of, clouds.