WFTS: Chapter One-Kala Vixel

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Author's Note: Just if you were wanting to know, WFTS means Warriors from the Stars. Enjoy.

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"To say we are all grains of sand on The Beach of Time may be true but even the smallest grains have a big impact on many, if not all things," Vicent said to his adopted son, Kala.

The two were sitting in their four-room home. The house sat between six others on a dirt path, all made of metal. The inside contained bits of consoles and navigational systems that displayed an array of colors. The colors seemed to take life as opposed to the dull gray of the metal.

Today was a special day. It was July 12, 2467 on the planet Teriatan. This day marked Kala's sixteenth birthday and twelve-year anniversary of his adoption by Vincent.

Vincent stared at Kala and thought of earth before the Draguatis attacked. At the time, nearly fifty percent of earth's surface was water. The rest was mostly covered with urban developments and a minute proportion was farmlands and forests. To thwart earth from becoming a complete gigantic metropolis, humans colonized other planets. The Draguatis and humans waged an intergalatic battle and the Drags came out victorious. The after effects of the fighting were catastrophic, at a technological stand-point. The humans were shot back into the Medieval Ages but the Drags only lost the enhancements of weapons. So the Drags ruled the humans, except on Teriatan, where the two groups were at a stand-still.

Kala's blue eyes scanned the kitchen for his gift. In Vincent's eyes, there was a sense of pride and joy. He went to his room and retrieved Kala's present. Waiting, Kala brushed his hair back and forth with his fingures.

"Red hair," Kala said. "Why am I the only one with red hair?"

The villages' explanation was that he was quick to anger but slow to think. His father told him that everyone had a uniqueness about themselves and had something that no one else shared with them. Kala's thoughts shift gears and thought about Teriatan. He felt that it was a prison, no way to escape except death. He had pondered for many days and nights wondering how he would get off Teriatan but nothing came to mind.

Vincent returned yielding a short sword. The blade was four feet long and double-edged. The hilt was woven with a blue and green fabric and two diamonds, one on each side, were imprinting into the hilt. Underneath the sword was a sheath that connected to a leather strap, allowing its owner to place it on his or her shoulder and around his or her neck. Thus letting the sword lay on its owner's back. The sheath's metal body decorated with a sheet that had clouds on it.

"This is your gift my son," Vincent choked restraining tears from escaping his brown eyes. "Hope you like it."

Kala stood up and gazed at his father. Vincent towered over Kala, who was roughly six feet tall. Kala stepped in front of his father and hugged him. Vincent still grasped the sheath and sword and cried. Kala felt an overwhelming urge to cry too. He stifled his emotions and held tighter.

"You will make me proud," Vincent said and placed the gift into Kala's hands. "I have pressing business to attend to in Circo. Stay here and watch the house until I return."

Vincent grabbed his axe, which lied by the door, and left the house as well as Kala, who was confused and afraid.

Kala felt, for some reason, he would never see his father ever again and whispered, "No matter how big the impact is, we still remain grains of sand."