Chapter 1 enala I can’t believe it. We’ve been here all our lives, and now we are being forced out of our land. My name is Enala, which means, “moon,” and I live here on Talsun Queal, or, roughly translated in your tongue, Sunset Plains. Or, used to be Sunset Plains. Since the Achilles came and took over our land, they renamed it Runaes e quiler, translated roughly to “fruits of labor.” And now, Generations of Altas like me have been erased. Erased to become the strange, hostile world of Runaes. The most honored of us has been selected by our people to lead us to find a new Talsun, but I don’t know if that is possible. The selected ones, titled by the town as “Paiter U Daluines,” or, “Lead us through the dark,” will try. There is me, my sister, Ineles, the researcher known as Yetel, Giga, who is a poet, Solon, who is the best of the researchers, and Violeta, who is a human abducted by the Achilles, who we rescued. Today we must set off- but it is hard to leave where I have been all my life. I have always been a little different than the rest, but that doesn’t mean I am going to leave the place I lived. Even if it is the place where I felt alone…
“It is Eldermoon, Enala. This place is called the fruits of labor- do you want it to be our labor? The unusual habit of the Achilles of creating slaves is threatening us all.” Ineles called. She tends to be a bit.. bitter, but I have dealed with it since I was an egg. I do not mind her semantics, or lack thereof. I let out a whine as I looked back at our home. Since all the damage, it wasn’t our home, or really, anyone’s home. It wasn’t fit for a home, and I suspect all the Achilles wanted it for was battle practice. They’ll blow the religious structures to smithereens in minutes. I looked beside me at Solon, who was scouting the land ahead for defects, or obstacles that may stand in our way. I cooed in happiness, despite the fact we were leaving. Solon’s logic often made me feel secure. “We may need to adopt some camouflage to adapt to the evolving environment ahead, Solon.” Said Violeta, concerned. “Oh, please, Violeta, do not disturb Solon’s busy, logical mind with your mutter.” Growled Yetel. I bent down my head as I saw how Violeta was being treated. She was a child, yet Violeta reminded me of myself. “Nevertheless, whose ideas are worthless mutter,” my sister growled, looking at Yetel, “we need to keep moving.”
