Metemorphisis Prequel [Long Day]
[I decided that it would be a little better to expand the series by making a prequel. By making this prequel I made an opportunity for another side story to be added into my character's storyline and to fufilll the requirements that previously may have not been met by my older and revisited submission. {My older submission was edited yes]
Over the scope of existence, one thing has always been proven certain. Small things matter. All of the large celestial bodies in the universe formed from uniting massive quanities together. With that understanding attention should be pointed to the smallest planet in this star system, the beast planet.In this star system, it is not unique for having the only life, or the only source of water, or even for having the most compatible environment for takeover. Its progress is what is alarming.
In particular one individual in the last 20 spans as appeared as a threat to the future hierarchy of the universe. The problem is that his pattern is unpredictable and leads some of the planet's spectators to question if using the time space viewer is within the universal leagues authority while he poses no threat to other planets. Here lies a standback view of this creature's life presented to the league. Sadly this document will be going under many proceedures even to be accepted into the league nevermind even being read.
This document might take another 20 spans before making it to the tables of the higher-ups or even their trash cans. In the league, there is a measure of time that has been implanted in most societies, called the U.S. or Universal Span. [Uses the smallest year cycle as it's guide so as to keep everyone on track] Most beings in this galaxy live to be about 2000 spans on average, the term for beings that live less are mortals, and the reason why this is a great deal is that even though the planet is spectated, the life-span of the mortals on the beast planet never exceed 200 spans. Beings that are capable of doing so either expend their life energies trying to leave their planet thus becoming part of the universal hierarchy, live secluded lives away from the general populous, or become martyrs to regulate the planets civilizations throughout their spontaneous growth patterns.
Earth which has a relatively close year [and therefore their own span is comprable] seems to have a similar existance. Though there are a few key factors in difference. Each time a sacrifice is made onto the earth to regulate society growth, its a different person, a different soul. In the beast planet, this is often true but every now and then it is determined that the same mind-entity, comes around protecting the planet from its own end as the cost of itself. The individual seen in this document is the same... but it seems that his course of action has finally warped causing the keepers of the planet to worry. This prologue is neccesary for our wiser league members as they often seperate their information and apply only what is neccesary for league matters, which may exclude history or terms. Though this is bothersome, they prove to have the wit to understand the exact situation each time. With this, a history follow-up of the individual and light history of relatives to give some background.
[Bare in mind that with 2000 spans of life, space beings are very bored and longwinded, and take interest in reading just like humans for entertainment as well, which would be why 20 years of information is written in a single document. Furthermore imagine the reader being one of the members of the U.H. and therefore each journal may be missing out on information that could be apparent in later works. With 20 years of writing I doubt that will be an issue though.]
Around the same time the planet earth is experiencing their first civil war in America. This planet is inhabited by both human and anthro kind alike. With so many minds thinking in so many more ways their development was quick. It was only 500 spans earlier that their crusades against the mythical beings that ruled the planet at first. At a certain middle school on the beast planet it is the 1500th span.
There is nothing worthy of note here, but the wiser and more scrupulous eye of the U.H. can be more certain than us so it is here anyways. The being known as Syrus, was attending a mixed public school, though he woke early and with lots of energy, as he proceeded through his classes he was degrading. Not dying but at classes where he would finish his work early, instead of mixing in conversation he just scours homework and then rests his head on the desk.
If someone would ask him for help, unlike his usual, he would just quickly fill out their homework and says, "If someone asks you, just let them copy... this once." The teacher of the classrooms would get worried but he refused to go to the nurse's office, saying, "I don't believe in getting sick." Usually this idea kept him out of the nurse's office, actually this would be his first time in the nurse's office besides his mandatory check-up.
It is wise to assume that as he went to gym class 5th period that his thoughts were something like, "Just this class then..." probably due to the fact that the rest of his classes were voluntary for him, with grades that exceeded average he was allowed to have the rest of the day with his father. Though being with his father was more training, he would be at rest to show his weakness only to him.
He clenches his teeth as he changes, youthful body quivering as the air feels colder with the removal of his previous attire. The body despite all the efforts of his father remained without any tone. This was due to the fact that he had a smart way of doing almost any task. Quickly and without any remorse he switches clothing and goes to the gym to wait for his instructors, it gave him about 5 minutes to rest.
Among the chitter chatter from the young beings, there were some who were worried about the boy. Here at the middle school their ears hadn't yet been corrupted by the 'difference' between humans and anthro kind. He had only 4 fingers similar to anthros but no other features, so while he was the oddball at the school nonetheless his achievements were even something that the later year students could look up to, he himself was in his final year here. [pay in mind he is 10]
Five minutes of rest, his body moved with the energy that he had in the morning and all of a sudden they were worse. He stumbled his way to the coach, "I admit defeat." he says huffing like he did a long marathon. The paws of the Raccoon coach would look at his fatigue and put his paws to the other's forehead. "Alright continue, Felisha you can keep score. I'll be right back."
It was a long walk between the gym and the nurses room. So long in fact that it is described in this document here. Nonetheless, by the time the boy got to a sick bed in the nurse's room he was delirious. His temperature was 103, and his was a few degrees lower than his peers at school.
The whole room was spinning, he could barely answer any questions, grateful for the cup of water. He said without being asked that he left a few things in the gym. The nurse heard him but he didn't really hear the nurse after the cup of water and the medicine being washed down. His eyes closed, he couldn't sleep but it was better than looking at the quaking room. The vixen nurses would whimper, "He has never been here before" not in fear of what to do but what exactly could have the boy... who had more resilience medically then even bulls and elephants fall to? "We better call his father, he probably would know how to handle this before it gets any worse." They had put his folder aside, not in the file cabinets, they didn't think he'd come... ever... there had been schoolwide infections and outbreaks that he would be unscathed by afterall. In moments the phone was ringing and his father was called, "Hello is this the..."
He wanted to be awake for the call... awake when his body was brought home to rest in his bed, but the only thing he could feel was warm, everything else was a blur. Just then the bell for the end of gym had rung, the torment he was dealing with seemed to last longer than the actual events.
Wollfe, his father was soon in the doorway, his wise but concerned look fell apon his son who he carried to the car as he talked to the nurses. Syrus's pride would be hurt but it was friday, and hopefully he could get over this before the next week of school came his way.