Why she was now in human form was a mystery to her – why now, of all things?
Born a truly free spirit in the interstellar gases between galaxies, she never knew parents or anything you’d call a childhood.
So finding herself on Earth, as a human was a remarkable experience.
One she wasn’t getting used to very easily. Because she still had powers useful in deep space, but quite destructive within a planet’s atmosphere.
She needed to find out who had trapped her here, and why. Because until then, she was either going to fry this planet and every being on it, or… Well, she didn’t see much other choice to get her old life back.
And then she met a human mentor, who was flame-proof, but still very human…
(Part 3 of 4)
The Training: Star – New Fiction Writing by S. H. Marpel
…I sat cross-legged on it as I was pushed to the surface next to this light- and radiation-emitting person.
Closing my eyes for a bit, I acclimated as best I could. Then opened them to reach out to the person. While hard to make out, I could see that it was a young woman sitting cross-legged in a meditation pose. My hand went to touch her at mid thigh, which made her open her eyes and look at me.
She didn’t answer.
“Say, would you mind turning down the light a bit? I’d like to ask you about your life.”
Her mouth dropped open. And the sudden drop to normal daylight made everything seem like an overcast midnight.
“Thanks.” And the daylight gradually returned as we sat there.
I could see Jean on the slope and Gaia rise up next to him.
The young woman and I just sat there for awhile at the bottom of that depression as my eyes adjusted.
“I’m John. Can you tell me your name?”
“They call me Star.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Could be, I wouldn’t know. Maybe for humans.”
“So this is new to you?”
“Quite. I just showed up here and now I find I’m a human now.”
“What were you doing before this?”
“Just going around out there, between planets and stars. That’s where I came from. That’s….”
Her eyes rolled up in her head, fainting away before she finished the sentence. At least I was quick enough to pull her to me. That’s when I found she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on. Just a long mane of white-blond hair that flowed down from her head. I shucked out of my chore coat and put it around her.
Just as I was about to holler out to Jean and Gaia, a monsoon hit. Or at least it felt like that. In our neck of the woods, they called this a “real gully-washer”. After all that heat, being drenched was a relief. All I could do was to hold onto Star.
Then helping hands took my arms and Star’s, and we shimmered out of that downpour…
(Part 3 of 4)
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