#intergalactic folklore

Eventually, as happens with most unknown creatures, you become known as a monster with tales of murder and bloodshed surrounding you, people say you killed entire armies or that you are some feral god escaped from the heavens or something. You become feared but you’re also sought after. Every young warrior has heard the tales about you and they come after you, knowing that with your head, they can prove their strength. Now, while you aren’t defenseless, you’re nowhere near the fighter these creatures are and for a long time you live in hiding, and perhaps unintentionally become even more mysterious and magical to the inhabitants. 

The station explodes in the night sky, the light of the explosion being incredible. It is seen by all inhabitants of the planet. Immediately it is seen as an omen. Mystics scramble to attempt to unravel its meaning, not knowing what it actually is. Traitorous regents jump at the chance to whisper into the ears of monarchs that it is an omen of war and that they must be wary of neighboring lands. 

A princess sees it from the window of her general’s war room and wonders at its beauty. 

A prince sees it from a balcony on the night of their formal presentation at court and takes it as a warning. 

The escape pods land and the planet quakes with the impact. The response is immediate; something has fallen from the sky onto the planet. Monarchs send knights to ride out in search of what fell, sorcerers and magi saddle their animals, heads spinning curiosity as to what manner of thing could have fallen from the great sky and what properties it may hold. Mercenaries follow suit, looking to make an easy fortune. It is a rat race where no one knows the prize but each are excited to find out. 

A prince departs on their animal in the early morning, convinced that their destiny is tied to the sky that exploded so violently on the night of their royal debut, and in turn, they are tied to whatever fell from that explosion. They ride out in search for an answer. 

A princess departs the very night the planet shook, a weapon on their back and teeth sharpened for battle. Like the mystics, her mind reels with curiosity. She thinks on the beauty of the sky as it was torn in two that night, and wonders if what fell is equally as beautiful. She is not looking for an answer, she simply wants to see, and perhaps to keep, depending on what she finds. 

The officer crawls from her pod, bloody and burnt, to find herself amongst yellow grass and trees with leaves as sharp as knives. She lays there, pain shooting through her leg; it must be broken, until she hears shouting not far from her. She gets up and limps as quickly as she can passed the tree line into the woods. She does not yet know where her foes are nor where she is. She is afraid. 

We scream, we weep, we laugh, we’re loud about how we feel almost all the time. So many emotions that we feel are loud and passionate. 

So when a human ship crashes on their planet and they find this strange figure just making the most horrible sounds as other figures lay dead, they’re shocked and frightened by such a powerful expression of emotion.