Helping the Killers// Milo and Kida
"SHH!" Kida whispered back at the men. “You will wake them." She looked back at her search party, making sure they had all gone silent, before she creeped closer to the sleeping strangers. It had been hundreds of years since Kida had come across any Surface-worlders during a routine search and she did not know how she felt about it. She knew that she had strict orders to kill all outsiders, and for good reason. However, she could only wonder, Perhaps she was killing the help. She watched as her people scavenged for food, hardly remembering their rich ancestry. It was at this moment, Kida decided to lead these strangers to her home. Maybe they could help her.
Silently, Kida made her way to the first tent, waving over the warriors when she was sure the coast was clear. Picking up a bag, she began rummaging through it, stopping suddenly at one item in particular. It looked like a scroll of some sort, an image etched into it of a man with small child standing close by. This intrigued her. Never had Kida seen anything like it. She looked up suddenly, her eyes widening at the sound of a mans yawn. “Go!" She whispered to the men before quickly finding a hiding spot nearby.
She watched silently from her spot behind a rock not far away. The man emerged from the contraption, where he slept perhaps, and made his way out of the campsite. He was holding a strange stick-like object, like shining from the end. “No no no " Kida whispered to herself as the light began to shine on the nest of the Fire Bugs. Soon, they began to swarm, catching fire to anything they stood on. The campfire turned to chaos as the rest of the outsiders awoke to complete panic. Kida watched in horror as they tried to cross the bridge in their large moving machines, causing the bridge to collapse and dump them all into a pile in the base of the volcano.
Quickly, Kida leapt from rock to rock, down to where the strangers were. In the distance was the man, laying on his back on a large stone. A feeling of dread washed over Kida. She did not know why she would care if this man was dead, but she did. “Follow me." Kida said, addressing her team before walking over to the stranger. “Wait. We are to kill them, are we not?" Kida turned around at the new voice. It was her second in charge. “No, We will lead them to Atlantis. Do not question my judgement." She commanded, now towering over the man. He was quite thin, with a gash on his shoulder. She removed her mask, to get a better look at him. He was handsome, she could not deny this, though he looked nothing like her people.
Looking back at the gash, she held up her crystal pendant, touching it to the man’s wound before trapping the blue glow under her hand. She removed her hand after a moment and smiled down at the outsider. Hearing a sound, Kida pulled on her mask and began to leave her team trailing behind. Following them was the man calling out to her. She chuckled, still leaping from rock to rock, one last thought crossing her mind. Am I helping the killers, or killing the help?
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