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Sung expertley navigated through the stars and moons, dodging the celestial energy around. Something was pulling him, he could feel it. Fate beconed him with her careful call; her voice sang of pure beauty in a forgotten land. It wasn’t Sung’s place to deny her, so he kept going. Eventually through multiple space time warps, he found himself in the primitive third dimension. His shuttle drifted in the limitless cosmos towards a certain galaxy, with a certain star system, with a certain planet. He was certain Fate would lead him to his next destination.
It was only to Sung’s displeasure that he came upon Earth. A planet known for the inhabitants carelessness. It was so bad that the entire planet flooded over and produced a new dominant race before it completely collapsed and started over again. Sung brushed off his misgivings before smoothly pulling his shuttle down through the atmosphere. The clouds left light patches of snow and ice on the sides of the shuttle. Below Sung immediately recognized the planets re-entry of an ice age, which was odd. There were no sentient beings in this time frame, so what could’ve been here? The ship delicately stopped onto the powdered white snow. Sung’s race was more suited to sand, but his hooves still worked on just about any powdered land, so he stepped out. The goat-like man scanned around the area, trying to see if there was anything worth while, but as he assumed; nothing. He sighed slightly before aimlessly walking.
He traveled for what felt like hours. His search was only stopped by a dark cave within a valley. Sung clutched at his chest, his coat being squeezed in his grip. This was the place, it had to be. Sung slid down the valley, snow spraying up in his path. He didn’t care about a way out, he just needed to be there. He eventually reached the bottom with a light thud; his legs slipping slightly into the snow. Sung fixed the eyepatch over his right eye before moving forward. It was dark, horribly dark; and it was terrifying. He had that window to think.. what could even be waiting for him? Fate works in mysterious ways that not even he could understand. This could be his death if he was that unlucky. No. Sung pushed the thoughts inside as he kept going. The tunnel trailed in forked roads, but Sung knew where to go; he wouldn’t be lost here.
After the agonizingly long search, he found it. The light began to brighten vastly, his eye straining to readjust. Sung ran forward. He stepped into a glorius cavern with a hole in the roof. The room was covered in ice and snow. In the middle was a large chunk of ice. Unlike every other part of the room, there was something frozen. Below the surface was a fish like creature. It held the posture and make of a sentient bipedal. Though something was horribly wrong. The only bits of a possible leg was a clearly ripped tail, it only had one half arm, and the other was entirely gone. Its lower jaw was even gone, causing a horrifying sight. Wounds and emerald scales litered its body. The ice was melting. Sung froze. This was it. This was what he needed to do. He needed his ship, all the supplies he needed were there, so, he ran. Sung followed his exact path through the caves and through the tundra and made way for his ship.
He rushed into the cockpit of the shuttle and without wasting any time to get back. In his rush, he had nearly crashed the shuttle through the snow. Sung would save the mystery persons life. And he knew how. He would fix every wound, replace everything missing.
A few weeks had gone by now. Sung had been tinkering away like a madman, and he was nearly complete. He had completely recreated many lost body parts, and the person was free now. He had already applied all of his fixes, including a respirator so they could breathe in any sort of hydrogen or oxygen, and a 808 drum to power the lungs breaths. But there was something still missing, a heart. There was no way for him to replicate such a vital organ for a species he barely knows anything about. But he knew his own species. He knew what he had to do.
The rest of that week, he spent recreating his own heart externally, called a ‘prismatic core.’ It was something his species had made before, but never for fully replacing a heart, so he had to hope this would work. And with it done, Sung began his surgery. He only achieved it through attaching the external heart before removing the internal heart. After a agonizingly long period of fear and synchronization, he succeeded. The external heart managed to continue to pump his blood and keep him running. Sung felt around his chest, feeling the crystal peaking out now. He almost felt whole, but now he knew what to do. Sung ran like never had, holding his own heart, he navigated the darkness before reaching the same room. on the floor lay the now cyborg person. Sung breathed heavily before opening their chest up and placing his own heart in. He connected through the wires and old blood vessels. This was all too much. Sung collapsed onto the person.
Hands gripped his sides in a tight pull. It felt so calculated but so sudden. Sung’s eye brimmed with tears as he looked at the now wake person.
Their scelaras were completely black, only having a deep green iris to seperate the scelara and pupils. Their skin had a beautiful undertone of that same vibrant green. Sung held the person close, hugging them.
‘Who are you?’ A small voice popped in his head. The voice was delicate, but it left a snare roll feeling in his chest. Telepathy, of course. They were connected. Sung smiled slightly.
“I am Sung, fate led me here,” he whispered softly before pulling away a bit.
‘I am Havve Hogan. Thank you.’ The words filled Sung with pure love and adoration. He wanted to get to know so much more about this person. No, not wanted, had to. He and Havve were meant to find eachother, no matter what.