The room smelled of andácia egél-ru, the poor man's plant. It was purple and quadrangular, like a mythical watermelon straight out of a fairy tale, and it only grew near the dirty parts of the capital city of Z. And for that reason, they called it the poor man's plant, the dirty fruit! I hate that smell; it reminds me of what I've lost—my honor, dignity, and galaxy.
At this tragic moment in my rebellious life, I didn't have much to do except, as before, think. And thinking was exhausting, very exhausting.
I was extremely tired, and the only good thing that happened to me today is that I no longer have to worry about the body of that slave I violated. Ah, what a relief.
And apart from that, the rest of the day was a complete mess! I wanted to, but I couldn't keep my thoughts rational. So I paced around in this dirty room that was used to store andácia egél-ru and bata-rass. I needed to think of a quick plan.
A plan so I could survive the masked man and the galaxies that were against me, but nothing came to mind except hiding on a nameless dwarf planet in Y!
Damn it, the other nobles also had to take the most powerful planetary ships from my land and leave me with this farmer's ship without much daólina. Part of my thoughts is suddenly interrupted by Ziring who enters the room and says suddenly with horror in his voice and eyes:
"Brother! We're running out of daólina. What do we do? The ship isn't strong enough to collide with a planet in Y and also doesn't have enough materials or food to drift in space for days on end. Tell me, how do we survive this?"
"Don't worry! Tell me first which planet is closest to us and tell me if we can get there!"
"Oh, no" he says in panic.
"And the worst part is that we have enough to almost reach the atmosphere of an unnamed dwarf planet in Y, but... As I said, we can't enter the atmosphere with the amount we have..."
"Very well..." I simply say.
This was undoubtedly a difficult situation at first glance, but it was actually very easy to solve.
I just needed to go outside, grab onto the back of the ship, and use an energy blast. Now, how? For that, I needed a highly explosive material, or I could... No, my father doesn't want me to use a vital energy overload. That could result in my death, since I'm extremely tired. Besides, how am I going to survive in space if I'm too tired to control my oxygen levels? Well, I hope that this useless and kind cyclops I call my brother can get me a spacesuit and highly explosive material.
"My green brother, I have an idea" I say while smiling confidently. "But to put it into practice, I need a suit and highly explosive material! Do you think you can get me these things in this commoner's ship?"
"Yes, brother. At least the costume, regarding the explosive material... I think you'll have to persuade our sister to give you one of her party dresses."
"My Cyclop brother, why are you so stupid? We're not at home, and that's why she only has one dress with her. Yes, I know that her dresses are, in fact, highly explosive when exposed to high temperatures, but if I take her dress, what does she wear?"
He smiles and says cheerfully:
"I know I'm not as intellectual as you, my big brother, but I'm not stupid enough to speak without thinking either"and he leaves my room with a well-expressed smile on his one-eyed green face. A short time later, he returns with a simple commoner's dress and speaks again. "Give this to her."And in such a way he prepares to leave, but says when he reaches the door—"You have thirty minutes until the daólina is over. Good luck with your quest. I hope the devil goes easy on you. Anyway, good luck, warrior."
I... am... dead!!! My sister hates having her dresses touched with the same intensity that I hate women who aren't important to me, or clingy children.
She's the sweetest person in this world, and that's why I love her; she makes me feel so good. But...
Just her mere existence is my happiness and pleasure. But again...
She's the kindest person in this world; not even the cyclops I call my brother has moral values as sound as hers, and not even the children who run along the Zerázio river are kind enough to risk their lives just to save a squirrel. Yes, she did that. But... she hates it when people touches her dresses.
I get up from the mess that was this plebeian box and go to wherever my dear sister might be.
At first, I can't find her room, but after talking to Ziring again, I find her in the best room, trying to hold back tears. Of the four of us, she was undoubtedly the one who spent the most time with our father. And that's why she was the one suffering the most at that moment.
Upon entering her room, she gets up.
And she runs to me to hug me.
All the sadness she tried to hold back was released as quickly as plastic burns when fire touches it. Her big, golden eyes let out a great amount of tears, so many that my tank top was completely soaked. She was beautiful when she cried, but even so, I felt a great tightness in my chest when it happened. I didn't want to see her cry, but she will cry today, and it won't be a little.
Help me, gods, for today I will experience death in its entirety, today I will experience the end of a river, without the sea waiting for it.
"Oh, my brother. What do we do now? Dad is dead, and we've lost our cozy home..."
I wanted to hug her more and tell her that everything will be alright. That we will recover our galaxy, that we will return to greatness and that she will have a good life again, full of beautiful princes and princesses, but..., but that's a lie! A lie, and I don't even have enough time to hold her properly in my arms anymore. We're screwed, sister, and I need you to take off your clothes; we only have ten minutes left.
"My dear and beautiful sister," I say in the voice I usually use to tell her very sad news.
"W-what? Has someone else died?" And she starts shedding more tears from her beautiful, large eyes.
"It's not that, sister. I need all your clothes or we'll die in space. Please don't be upset."
"O-okay," and, surprisingly, she takes off all her clothes in front of me. Oh, the body—but before I could appreciate my sister's beautiful curves, Ziring calls for me, and looking at the clock I see that there are two minutes left until the clash on the dwarf planet of Y.
As the oldest man here (17 years old), I hand my sister her commoner's clothes and leave to fulfill my mission as the eldest brother, as the true king of Z.
My brother gives me a spacesuit that those of poor blood need in order to breathe in space. I gladly accept the suit and leave the planet-ship, but before, I give my sister a small kiss on the cheek and remind Ziring to check if the cable that attaches to the suit to prevent me from flying away is properly fitted. My sister looked good in her commoner's clothes.
I leave the ship and go near the thrusters with my sister's dress in one hand and a lighter in the other. When I get there, I grab onto the tail of the ship and wait for the dam to end. When she's finished, I take my sister's dress, put it in one of the thrusters, and burn it inside...