The slow moving meteorites falling through the darkened skies, fell like true wishing stars through the atmosphere. They turned to dust moments before they splashed into the earthen sand ground, letting off their little puffs of sand, before being absorbed by the planet's future.
It was a familiar sight. Groups of rocks from outerspace would alight the atmosphere only to let off their glorious glare and then become an annual in the history of the planet. Not that the planet needed history. It had a vary colored history of it's own, complete with the rise and fall of civilizations on down to the history of one man? If a man you could call him. He had the look of a man. Standing nearly two meters tall, he was built like a Zorzasin bull, muscled from head to toe.
The muscles on the back of his neck and head seemed to flow out through his back and body, down into his legs and then regathering strength in his arms. Every muscle seemed to burst with energy, as if his next move would be to burst out of his own skin. Yet his skin would not allow such a feat.
Bronze colored, was he, with long flowing blonde hair. When the sands of the ocean were whipped by the early hurricane winds, he would let the flying sand whip around him and make him clean, like a sand blaster to highly polished metal. And highly polished, he was when it came to the arts of War and many other arts...
As a young lad, he was enslaved to a Wookie pirate/trader/slaver. Etan's father held his contract. Although, Etan's father was a prominent general for the Wookie armies during the Clone Wars, his trade and trading, became more questionable in latter years. He had even traded his own son to the brother pirates Hans and Lans. Yet, he kept on the young strong humanoid.
Etan, would never forget the days they ran like wolves through the woods. They were young and free and every clear spring was theirs to conquer splash in and make mud holes out of. Fresh running water to drink and strong running forest, were all they thought about. The trees seemed to look in on them like parents to a sleeping child. It was almost as if they talked.
To Etan, it felt as if the human boy could really talk to the trees. On more than one occasion, they had become lost. Now while Etan had a sense of direction and always knew the positions of the Sun and the Moon, It seemed as if Mykill, as he shall be forth known, always had a path though the forest, that would lead them home.
Mykill, had an inate ability to be able to find himself out of any situation. And it was one particular day and one particular situation that he needed to find a way out of. This happened to be the same day that Etan was given to his pirate uncles Hans and Lans.
Mykill, not knowing what to do, retreated to the streams and springs Etan and him had always known. There he stayed forever.....
Not really. to be continued......
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