Where do I begin with something about my own life? Is there a specific starting point I’m supposed to use? Or is it just a recollection of poignant memories that, for one reason or another, happened to stick out most in my mind.
Well, I suppose stories start out with explanations. Here’s mine. I’m a Mitszu. I’m not even slightly human, except for the slightly human form that I take on. Mitszus are more like mythical creatures in human folklore. We’ve evolved differently than humans did and, as a result, have many more talents. For example, Mitszus all have claws in place of fingernails. These natural weapons can extend or retract at will. Much like what cats do on Earth. We also have sharpened abilities. Our hearing is more sensitive, we are faster, have better reflexes, and can see better than your average human. But our abilities don’t even come close to ending there. We can control magic. Water, fire, air, earth… And all their different forms. Mitszus also have different eye colors- colors that humans don’t naturally have- and strange hair colors. For example, the royal family of Reska has silver or black hair. Some of them are given both. Mitszus also have different ears. The stronger a Mitszu is, the more different their ears are in comparison to a human’s. Weak Mitszus will have human ears. Then elf-like ears are for the fairly strong ones. Only the elite- like the royal family of Reska- have ears that resemble those of an animal.
Reska is my home planet. It’s, obviously, far away from Earth. Our technology is far more advanced, but we are very conscious of how we take care of our planet. We’ve made guns before, but they don’t have much of an effect on Mitszus- humans are rather rare on Reska. So, guns and other weapons of great destruction were given up and we reverted back to using swords and bows and arrows. It’s easier on the environment that we are so worried for. But we also have spacecraft that can take us to other planets.
Which is how I ended up on Earth.
I can give you the summarized version of my story, if it helps any. Unfortunately, I tend to have problems talking about what I’ve been through. My sincerest apologies if this is far too short.
I grew up with my father, mother, two sisters and two brothers. Out of all of them, I was the second oldest. I wasn’t burdened with the same about of responsibility that my elder sister was, but I had enough of it to do what I wanted without having to worry about getting in trouble. My father, a strong Mitszu, was a trainer. He took untrained Mitszus at the age of six and would train them. By the time they reached adulthood, which is the age of seventeen, they’d be fully trained and ready to forge their own custom weapon. My mother, not one to be a flimsy Mitszu-mom who stayed at home, worked in the furnaces. She’d spend day in and day out in the burning hot furnaces and help fully-trained Mitszus forge their own weapons.
It’s a tradition for Mitszus to follow in their parents’ footsteps. It’s not forced, but no one really wishes to break against tradition. So, I was an apprentice to become a trainer, like my father, and my brother was almost of the age to do this. My sisters were to work in the furnaces and were both of the age to begin their apprenticeship. My youngest brother had yet to finish his own training.
I remember so clearly the beginning of the civil war. It’ll forever remain in my mind.
Reska was controlled by one royal family. The Seguris. The Seguri clan was composed only of fair rulers and honorable relatives. It was unheard of for problems to arise when a Seguri had a hand in it.
But I digress. This is my attempt to tell you all about my life. Not about how the Seguri clan ruled Reska.
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