WRONG PLACE AU PROLOGUE part one
This is my first ever fanfiction. Criticism is appreciated. This was when Aja and Krel where around nine. Word count; 1,956 total ---------------------------------
“Oof! Watch it Corbus! This model took me hourvaths! And I’m not about to let it get wrecked by one stupid brother!” Tiny Krel said angry at his slightly larger, older brother. Krel didn’t hate his siblings, just working around them. They made it very difficult to get anything done and if you asked him, they were keltons behind his genius, something his parents had yet to understand.
“Not true!” His brother Koiprin butted in. He was nearly identical to Corbus and was barely born five minutes after him, a short time compared to the hour or more break between the births of all the other siblings. Gaylen be damned to anyone who tried to tell the two apart, or split them, one was never without the other.
“I shoved him at you so it’d be wrecked by two brothers! Like this!” Koiprin preceded to attempt and use his brother Corbus as an Akiridion projectile once again and Krel moves his model striker out of the way just in time for Corbus’s foot to land.
Krel rolled his eyes not bothering those two as the got into another spar. The last thing he wanted was to end up under the two of them on the floor. His line of thinking was if his older brothers were focused on each other, they didn’t bother him. Krel was so excited to finish his model striker. It wasn’t necessarily interesting to build as a matter-of-fact Krel would’ve normally considered it beneath him as he’d rather be figuring out some theory, but this was going to get him his own space. A workshop. He’d asked his parents for it nearly six delsons ago. He was surprised his father had even offered him a challenge to earn it. Krel was certain they’d say no when he had seen their faces.
The face that said “oh no, Krel’s being antisocial again. What did we do wrong?”, they’d never say it, not even to each other, but Krel knew what it meant anyways. But they hadn’t denied it. His father simply said,
“The delson you can build a striker you can have your own workshop.”
“And until then you’ll need to learn to get along with your siblings, ok?” His mother had added on. Of course, Krel had agreed, it was an easy way to get a workshop, not that he’d paid much attention after what his father said. Of course, getting the materials for such a ship would prove difficult, so he’d conceded to himself surely if it were simply fully functional and to scale his father would consider that he had held up his end of the bargain. They hadn’t specified the size anyway, Krel did have to put the control panel in a controller though. It wouldn’t fit in the model ship. The sound of his youngest sister, Raya, crying caught Krel’s attention. He noticed it caught their nanny’s attention as well since she went over to solve whatever happened. From where Krel was he could already tell Koiprin and Corbus were at the center of the problem. He used this opportunity to sneak away from the nursery and to Aja and Raya’s room.