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Somewhere 467 light years away from Earth, lies Planet Xarthon in the Felantulian galaxy. It’s a lively place with many crystals docking the planet in shimmering lights, much foliage with flowering plants and some very adorable animals… well, if you exclude the monsters that sometimes crawl out of the undergrounds. But, thankfully that doesn’t happen often. The people of this planet don an array of skin and hair colors exceeding the rainbows (there can be multiple at a time) and many have colorful markings from birth. If you find the center of the planet, you may find a crystal palace of large proportions. Inside, you will find the rulers of this land who keep everything orderly and conduct matters regarding the planets and other galaxy relations.
In one of the bedrooms, is one of the sons of the king, Zellusia. He seems to be combing his hair. On the chair, next to him, is his pet Tura. It’s a fluffy white animal with golden eyes akin to the likes of a bunny, but with shorter ears and a longer tail. Oh…and it can speak.
“Zellusia, you may want to hurry up and go to the meeting,” it stated with a gruff voice unfitting of its appearance.
“Must I? I’m fourth in line to the throne, it’s not like I’m going to be useful.” He reached for a serum and raked it through.
“It is unfitting of a crown prince to not attend royal meetings, especially discussing such important matters. Even if you are the last option…” Tura sighed.
“Fine, fine. What are they discussing anyways?” He stood up and started to adjust his blue wristbands (one adorning a Crowl ), aimlessly.
“They seem to be discussing recruitment for planet expeditions.”
“Hmm, I recently heard of a planet called Earth. It has a thing called…waffles. I would like to try them!”
“I see…” Tura cocked his head in confusion, not actually “seeing” what he meant.
“Do you think that they will discuss that?” Zellusia said excitingly, clapping his hands together.
“I am not sure. Maybe if you mention it.” Tura did what seemed to be a shrug.
“Well then, I’ll be going. You coming with?” The prince started to open the door to the hallway. Tura silently nodded and hopped down before starting to follow.
At the meeting room, at a long glass table, sat the King and Queen, Zellusia’s other siblings, and members of the board to discuss. Zellusia didn’t think they would have a seat set out for him (considering his usual lack of interest), but they did anyways. He quietly sat down next to his brother Taeral, who despite being eight Xarthonian years older, was still just as immature and was currently playing a game on his Placker under the table. He was usually mistaken for the youngest due to his appearance and personality. Zellusia held back a grin and picked up Tura into his lap. Next to him, sat the twin eldest children, Eldrin and Meira, both vying for the first spot to be crowned. Eldrin was kind of stubborn and stern and Meira did things on a whim a lot, but they worked well together. Zellusia thought that they should rule together, but they didn’t seem to agree.
The meeting wasn’t very interesting to the youngest prince and he started to direct his focus on other things. His siblings all had light golden skin fitting of royalty. Eldrin and Meira had fire red hair and sky blue eyes, a combination suiting them well. Eldrin had it short and neatly combed whereas Meira had it long (to her lower back) and partially clipped to the side. Taeral had unkempt, blindingly green hair which no amount of product could tame and wide violet eyes that gave him impeccable vision (helpful towards all the games he plays). Zellusia on the other hand, looked almost nothing like any of them.
Some may consider him the black sheep of the family…mostly because his skin was literally black. Onyx black. His hair was pure white and grazed his shoulders. The only color on him was his eyes. A bright blue so deep, they almost glowed. Birthmarks were common for royalty, but they were generally not obvious. Eldrin and Meira had one on their shoulders, Eldrin on his right and the latter on her left. Taeral had one on the nape of his neck, usually hidden by his hair. Zellusia however, was the odd one out, having three blue markings under each of his eyes, plainly obvious to see.
Zellusia used to resent his appearance when he was young asking why his siblings “had pretty skin” and he didn’t. His family tried to always treat him well, but he still felt a little left out being the youngest. He’s fully outgrown that mentality due to constant reassurances from his family that he was “very pretty” despite what others may say. Now, he thought that he was beautiful…so much that it could be a problem. He stares in the mirror for far too long, that it can make him late to events. There was less of an image problem now, more like an ego one according to Tura.
“And that’s the majority of it. Does anyone know of any planets that should be investigated?” The King concluded.
Zellusia snapped out of his daze and frantically waved his hand. His father acknowledged him with a hand motion.
“How about Earth? I hear they have great food!”
“Earth? For like a vacationing spot?” The King scratched behind his pointed ear.
“Yeah, that could work!”
“I suppose… but we would have to have someone check out the planet, in order to not disturb the inhabitants. They may not take kindly to others arriving suddenly.”
“How about me?” Zellusia asked.
“You? But, don’t you have duties to do?”
“I do? Like?” The youngest questioned.
“Like…. well actually, I don’t know what you do. I guess you don’t do anything.”
The Queen quietly giggled next to her husband.
His son sighed. “Yeah. So that means I can do this, right?”
“I guess it would give you something productive to do and you wouldn’t eat up all that hair serum.”
Zellusia’s face flushed in embarrassment, his cheeks turning a shinier shade of black. “Father, do you have to bring that up here?”
“Oh. Well, pack your bags, you’ll be leaving tonight.”
“Really? Awesome!” He hugged the king and ran off, leaving Tura behind.
“Sigh, remember to take extra crystals. We’ll see you off.” His father yelled. Then, he looked down at a very grumpy Tura sitting on the ground.
“You want to sit, Tura?” The king asked. Tura nodded, clearly irritated at being ditched. The king sat Tura on the empty seat that his son left with a smile. Everyone else at the table simply watched on as if this was a completely normal daily occurrence.