I sat in the library reading a book about our ancestor planet, Earth. I had a mission to do there, and had to learn everything about it's culture, languages, people, environment, and most of all, how to make myself blend in.
My race is almost exactly the same as the human's on Earth, except a slight DNA difference and we're a lot smarter. I've come to realize that humans seem to think that aliens are short grey people that come and take you to outer space to do probes or something strange. Like, that's all we do to them. But in actuality, all planets that contain life have different species of a dominant race and or lesser intelligent life.
The planet I lived on was much bigger than Earth, about four times actually, so the gravity has much more force. The cities, towns, ect., were a lot more complex, and so was the technology. We could do a lot more things than most things in the universe, like travel faster than the speed of light.
The people that are in charge of each individual Area (like a country, province, state, whatever you want to relate this to an Earthy thing) were injected with something that can make them life 'forever.' Though I never really believed this. I knew that the people go through a lot with that whole thing, needing constant organ transplants and things like that, because they're just too old.
I flipped through the pages of my book, reading everything in the English language. I was planned to go to some country called the United States of America, in the state of New York, where they mainly speak this language. Though I was going to a culturally diverse, densely populated city, New York City. I didn't know what my mission was yet, so I didn't need to worry, only study.
I was aware of the gravity change and that I would be strong there because of how much strength it took to keep upright on this planet compared to Earth. I heard the people there were much more... 'not nice...?' They had explained that they do not act, think, or speak like us and that I should tread carefully. They used a concept of money to get things, strange, and that money kept their scocial status in check, also strange.
Some of the native people have moved there to help people like me, who have to move there for missions, with that money. They're considered rich there and have enough of that money to go around. I've already excelled in human math so buying products won't be to difficult for me. Well, our brains are more complex than humans, so I excel at every possible thing that uses knowledge. I have a great memory, better that most people on my planet.
A beep rang on my 'watch' and I looked at the bright orange screen. "You'll need to be ready in 1:34." The monitor read. I sighed, setting my book down on the table. Only ten minutes in human time. I had all of my things packed nice and neatly in the corner of the dimly lit room. I grabbed my book bag, that was the size of a medium suit case, and started filling it up. Half with fictional books, half with non-fictional books.
I looked at everything and nodded to myself. I did a once over in the refection glass that was hanging on the brown walls. I gazed at my neon hair. Blue on the left half of my bangs, pink on the right half of my bangs, and green for the rest, besides little wisps of purple. It was a little messy but layed flattish, just as I wore it (hair like mine was natural on my planet, coming in many shades of colors). My skin was pale from the little light we receive from our star, and more colored freckles spilled over my cheeks and nose. I looked at my eyes, cold, steely grey, just like they always are. That little mysterious sparkle glittered in them and I smiled.
I tapped the glass, "you'l[l do well. I'm sure that the people wont think you're a total freak like they tend to do." I reassured the 'other person' with me. "Don't let them guide you away from what needs to be done."
The person gave me a warm, determined smile and I nodded, heading towards my luggage, ready to leave.
Opening the door I looked around my condo with a sigh. My home, again, where I'd practice with my music until I needed to sleep. I'd just gotten back from my well paying job where I play the piano. As much as I loved playing it, the work was such a hassle. I stopped going to my lessons to have more free time, but of course, I still needed to practice at least four hours a day. But I always only played for two, since I wasn't good at playing something to learn.
I shut and locked the door, heading over the the black leather couch and setting my back pack onto it, then heading to my red grand piano, sitting down on the bench. I began to play a song I had made up in my head and recording the results in my mind, remembering each more, chord, and sound.
The city's sounds disappeared and I closed my eyes, smiling a rare smile. I always got lost with the sound when I wanted to do a piece, or my own.
I stopped playing after a very long time, much longer than I normally practiced, being really sleepy. I glanced out the giant window that over looked the city from the tallest point in the building. The rise was shining on all of the buildings and made everything seem softer than I knew it was. A strange sense of peace washed over me. Sunsets and or sunrises were one of my favorite times.
My long blonde hair that I had dyed black fell into my face, well the parts that didn't fit into the small pony tail that I tied in the back. I blew them away and yawned. 'Time for bed.' I thought and wouldn't realize how sore my fingers and wrists were until I woke up.
I lazily stumbled to the master bedroom, next to the guest and bathroom, and practically kicking the door open. I fell face first on the bed and instantly fell asleep, unsure of tomorrow, and not caring of yesterday.
I packed everything in the back of the ship and waved to my superior's. They waved back as I jumped into my seat and closed the latched and lifted up out of the atmosphere and into the black vastness of space.
They told me that my mission was to protect a someone in the Kay family. There is this thing that is passed down from generation to one person in that family, and ipf it falls into the wrong hands, all hell will break loose. They haven't told me who it was yet, because by the time I've reached my destination, they would have died and passed it down to the next person in line. Being that consciousness is the holder of time. Without it, time doesn't exist.
Everything was a blur for the next whole days it took me to get to Earth. I was a sleep most of the time, so I didn't know how long it took to get there.
My ship set off an alarm, waking me up. "We have now entered the Milky Way. Arriving at destination in..." I zoned out, looking out the window. I couldn't get even a glimpse of the stars as I zipped past them faster than their light would get to where I was going. I closed my eyes, thinking. My hair moved where ever it wanted with the zero gravity. It felt weird being without gravity, though I let it pass. I just needed to do what was needed.
I wondered why I was having to do such a demeaning job. I was a good fighter, sure, and they were wasting me on some random person until they, or I, die.
I needed to go now because the other elites of planets have heard about the thing's power, and wanted it to take over large regions of their galaxy, and even try to destroy my own planet. It made me sick that they would try to wipe out a whole planet, but whatever. I wanted to protect everything that would be harmed, that was the reason I accepted. I figured it wouldn't be too difficult. Just protecting a stupid human, no problems.
I arrived in New York City some time after arriving in the galaxy. The person I needed to protect was Tallis Kay, a pianist that was known in the city. One of my people were going to ask him if he could tutor me in the arts, my reason to be around him. I stayed at the mansion of Eric.
I sat alone on the bed, awaiting to reply. I would worm my way into his life no matter what. I was not going to fail my mission just because someone doesn't want to hang around me. I was going to do my best.