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Alien Prince's Cure: A Scifi Alien Romance, page 1
Alien Prince’s Cure
Tammy Walsh
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1. Emilia
2. Mayn
3. Emilia
4. Mayn
5. Emilia
6. Mayn
7. Emilia
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9. Emilia
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11. Emilia
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Emilia
The morning light spilled through the colorful stained-glass windows of my bookstore, casting mesmerizing patterns of reds, blues, and greens upon the old wooden floors.
The scent of aged paper mingled with that of freshly brewed coffee, a comforting blend that had become the signature of Emilia’s Nook & Crannies.
Do I wish I had named my book shop differently?
Damn right I do!
It seemed cute at the time.
Now, half my customers come in wearing long brown coats and ask for “The room at the back.”
Rows of tall bookshelves towered above me, each crammed with tales of adventure, love, and mystery from across the universe.
I ran my fingers across the spines of the new arrivals, relishing the sensation of crisp pages and unbroken bindings.
I loved every book in this store, but the science fiction romance section held a special place in my heart.
Picking up a newly arrived sci-fi novel, the metallic sheen of its cover reflecting the morning glow, I felt my heart race in excitement.
The blurb promised an epic space adventure of a brave heroine, navigating through uncharted galaxies, deciphering ancient alien languages, and unearthing forbidden love on a distant planet.
Sinking into one of the cozy reading chairs nestled between the shelves, I lost myself in the book’s opening chapters.
I could almost feel the hum of the spaceship beneath me, the vastness of space stretching out in every direction.
As the heroine met beings of different worlds and discovered secrets of forgotten civilizations, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy.
While she journeyed through the cosmos, I was rooted to this little corner on Earth.
My daydreaming was interrupted by the soft clearing of a throat.
Looking up, I met the amused eyes of Mrs. Henderson, one of my regulars, a sweet elderly lady with an insatiable appetite for paranormal romance novels.
“Lost in another world, are we, dear?” she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
I chuckled, setting the book aside. “Every day, Mrs. Henderson. Every day.”
She picked up the novel I had been engrossed in and examined its cover. “Ah, another space adventure. You always did have a head full of stars.”
I sighed wistfully. “Sometimes, I wonder what it’d be like to live a life as thrilling as the characters in these books. Exploring galaxies, meeting aliens, and maybe, just maybe, finding a love that transcends the stars.”
Mrs. Henderson gave me a thoughtful look. “Life has a funny way of surprising us dear. Who knows what adventures await you? The universe works in mysterious ways.”
I smiled at her optimism, appreciating the warmth and comfort she always brought with her. “Thank you, Mrs. Henderson. Even if my feet are planted firmly on the ground, at least my head can soar.”
The chime of the doorbell announced another customer.
The day’s responsibilities beckoned, and I was, after all, tethered to reality.
But for a few fleeting moments, I had tasted the vastness of the cosmos and the promise of adventures unknown.
And somewhere, deep inside, a small flame of hope kindled — the hope that perhaps, one day, the universe would have a story for me too.
After the rush of the morning, I took a brief respite in the back room of my bookstore, a quieter, more cluttered space compared to the carefully arranged shelves in the front.
This room was my refuge, a place of solitude among stacks of books yet to be priced and the aroma of old, beloved tales.
Sunlight streamed in from a small window, highlighting the desk cluttered with papers, invoices, and an old, slightly temperamental computer.
On the desk lay a couple of packages, probably new releases for the store.
But one stood out immediately — a strangely ornate box adorned with swirling patterns that shimmered as if moving of their own volition.
It looked otherworldly, its surface smooth and cool to the touch.
The return address was unfamiliar, but the design was so elaborately sci-fi that I guessed it had to be some promotional item for an upcoming release.
Publishers often send such things to generate buzz.
Balancing the box in my hands, I noticed its unexpected weight and the way it seemed to hum faintly.
My curiosity piqued, I used my letter opener to break the intricate seal.
As I pried the box open, a sharp, unexpected prick on my finger made me gasp.
Drawing my hand back, I stared in surprise at a bead of blood forming on my fingertip.
It mingled with a strange, luminescent liquid that had seemingly come from the box.
“What the—” I murmured, dabbing at the small wound with a tissue.
The luminance of the foreign substance seemed to seep into my skin, fading until there was no trace it had ever been there.
A cold sensation, a tingle, spread from the prick site, making me shiver.
Delving further into the package, trying to shake off the unease, I found a tiny, crystalline chip.
Holding it up to the light, a holographic projection sprang to life.
A group of beings, their appearances unlike any human — dark, iridescent skin, multiple eyes, and an aura of malevolence.
A raspy voice echoed from the projection. “Dear Emilia, welcome to a transformation most profound. We are the Vendikar. You might not know us, but we’ve had our eyes on you for quite some time. Your fondness for tales of the cosmos, your dreams of adventure — how quaint. Now, you shall experience a tale of your own. Watch, wait, and witness.”
The projection of these ‘Vendikars’ faded with their eerie, echoing laughter, leaving me in stunned silence.
My heart raced, and a million thoughts raced through my mind.
Was this some elaborate prank?
A marketing campaign gone too far?
But the sensation in my finger, the chilling spread of whatever had entered my bloodstream — it all felt alarmingly real.
I clutched the edge of the desk, trying to calm my racing heart, reminding myself that this had to be some illusion, a gimmick.
A deep sense of unease settled in my gut.
No matter how much I tried to brush it off, the sensation, the Vendikar’s cryptic message, all hinted at an impending change.
The adventures I had longed for, the tales of otherworldly encounters — I had never really expected to become a protagonist in one.
Taking a deep breath, I tucked the package and its contents away in a drawer, intending to deal with it later.
As I stepped out of the back room and into the familiarity of my bookstore, a looming sense of uncertainty cast a shadow over my once mundane world.
The line between fiction and reality seemed to blur, and the universe’s mysterious ways were becoming more tangible than I could’ve ever imagined.
Mayn
The vastness of space, speckled with the gleam of countless stars, stretched endlessly before me.
My thoughts were laser-focused on one thing: the Vendikar and their malicious intent.
My ship’s display panel buzzed to life, outlining the Vendikars’ most recent manoeuvres.
One by one, I analysed the patterns, trying to deduce their next move.
They’ve been on a spree, targeting several planets in this quadrant, transforming unsuspecting locals into their kin, who then infected others of their kind, colonising from within.
Their methods were insidious, and their ambitions knew no bounds.
Each planet on that list wasn’t just a name or a statistic to me.
They represented people, cultures, entire histories forever altered.
Some I’d managed to warn in time, and they now stood vigilant, prepared for any Vendikar treachery.
But others… the weight of each failure, each planet I couldn’t reach in time, bore down on me like a shackle, a constant reminder of the high stakes of this intergalactic game of cat and mouse.
I allowed myself a moment, closing my golden eyes, centering my thoughts.
Each success was a beacon of hope, while each loss sharpened my determination.
A soft chime indicated an incoming transmission.
The display shifted, and the familiar visage of Pleyod, an ally fr
Her cerulean skin shimmered in the light of her own cockpit, and her voice, though musical, bore a clear tone of urgency.
“Mayn,” she greeted, her eyes reflecting her concern. “I’ve managed to intercept some crucial Vendikar intel. They’ve set their sights on Earth.”
“Earth?”
The pieces began to fall into place.
Earth, still relatively oblivious to the broader cosmos and its perils, would be the perfect unsuspecting target for the Vendikar.
“Thank you, Pleyod,” I replied, already punching in the coordinates for a swifter descent to Earth. “Do you have any information on how they intend to initiate the transformation?”
Pleyod’s image flickered as she transferred some data files. “From what I could gather, they’ll use a subtle approach — some sort of device or artifact. They want to be discreet, avoid drawing attention. Their target is an Earthling called… Emilia.”
Poor unfortunate soul.
Discretion was the Vendikar’s specialty.
They worked in the shadows, making their moves undetected until it was too late.
“Stay safe, Mayn,” Pleyod’s voice wavered with genuine concern. “Earth is still uncharted territory for many of us. You don’t know what you might encounter.”
“I will,” I promised. “And thank you, Pleyod. Your intel might just make the difference.”
The transmission ended, and the vast canvas of space beckoned once again.
“Computer,” I commanded. “Set a course for Earth.”
The engines whirred and the hyperjump module tore a hole in the fabric of space.
I would be outside Earth’s orbit within seconds… but it might already be too late.
As my ship hurtled towards Earth, its blue and green hues growing larger, I couldn’t help but marvel at its beauty — a world so vibrant, so full of life, now on the brink of a clandestine cosmic conflict.
The atmospheric entry jolted me from my thoughts, and soon, the sprawling cities and vast landscapes of Earth came into clear view.
My ship’s system beeped, indicating the proximity to Emilia’s last known location — a quaint establishment filled with knowledge and history, a bookstore.
Humans still read physical items?
I snorted at the quaintness of the species.
Our stories were plugged directly into our brains.
The urgency to reach her before the Vendikar did coursed through every fiber of my being.
Every second counted, and I was well aware that in this vast universe, timing was often the fine line between victory and despair.
I pushed my shuttle harder and entered the planet’s atmosphere.
The skies of Earth tinted with orange and crimson as the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the unfamiliar cityscape.
“Bring us down as close to the bookshop as possible,” I told Computer. “We don’t want to alarm the humans.”
“Order confirmed,” Computer said.
I got up from my seat and moved into the back of the shuttle.
Computer had already printed a human costume for me and I set about putting it on.
Foot coverings?
Not just one either — but two!
Some kind of fabric that slid over the foot… and then another layer consisting of plastic, cloth, and… pieces of string?!
I thought these humans were moderately developed?
Why were they still using such rudimentary devices to hold their foot coverings together?
I pulled on the last of my disguise when Computer issued a sudden warning:
“Shots fired! Taking evasive maneuvers!”
The ship lurched to one side, barely giving me enough time to grab hold of my pilot chair.
A burst of laser fire flashed past, narrowly missing us.
If it had, it would have sliced right through the hull.
The ship snapped back in the opposite direction before hastily diving toward the ground.
I almost lost my grip and could barely hold on.
“Initiating emergency landing!” Computer said in a disarmingly calm tone of voice.
“Wait—” I began but couldn’t get another word out as the ship’s underside ejected.
The force slammed me into the ceiling, knocking the air from my lungs.
I had but a fraction of a second to react before I would be hurled into the floor, and I hastily wrapped my arms around my head.
An instant later — CRASH!
The hull slammed into the ground and I heard at least one rib crack under the impact.
Groaning, I looked up in time to see the main ship slide through the earth up ahead, carving through it like a hot energy blade through stone.
It’s okay, I told myself. It’s still in one piece. I can—
An instant later, a torpedo slammed into it.
There was a momentary delay before the explosion, and Computer said over the speaker system:
“It has been an honor to serve you, Prince—”
BOOM!
The entire ship erupted into a fireball of orange and blue as the fuel core ignited.
I had to shield my eyes as the light was so bright.
I took a moment to gather myself.
I sighed and shook my head. “And I was one payment away from owning it, too. Now, I’m pissed.”
I yanked the plasma rifle from the wall and snapped it to my back.
Then I added two more blasters to my person and an energy blade to my belt.
I pulled myself from the wreckage, momentarily disoriented.
The craft was beyond repair, black smoke billowing out of its side.
The mission had not changed.
My priority was Emilia.
I activated a handheld tracker, its screen illuminating with a pulsing blue dot — representing this Emilia creature.
The Vendikar must be desperate to claim this world if they risked breaking intergalactic protocols and shooting a Prince’s ship from the sky.
It was a written Rule that no advanced species were to ever allow semi-intelligent species to know of our existence or share advanced technology.
Weapons in the hands of children were dangerous.
The streets were more chaotic than I had anticipated.
Earthlings hustled and bustled about, the rhythms of their daily life playing out.
Despite my Earthling disguise, my tall stature, armored attire, and the visible energy blades strapped to my back attracted a myriad of reactions — children pointing with wide-eyed wonder, adults retracting in mild fear, some pulling out devices to capture my image.
So much for keeping a low profile.
Still, my disguise helped keep their reactions to pointing fingers and not screams of terror.
I picked up my pace, the tracker leading me through a maze of narrow streets and broad avenues.
Dusk settled in, and with the dimming light, the city took on a different demeanor.
The chatter of the crowd faded, replaced by the distant hum of vehicles and the faint echo of footsteps.
But not all footsteps were innocent.
The prickling at the back of my neck, a sensation I’d come to trust, signaled danger.
The Vendikar operatives were nearby.
I can sense them.
I ducked into an alley to regroup.
Their reputation preceded them — shadowy figures, ruthless in their pursuits.
They wanted this Emilia, and the transformation she’d undergo would be a trophy for their sick cause.
My grip tightened around the tracker. I wouldn’t let them have her.
The device vibrated, signaling I was close.
Emilia’s location was just ahead.
I could see the bookstore’s warm, inviting lights at the end of the street.
But between me and the shop were three shadowy figures, the Vendikar, barely distinguishable from the night itself, their eyes gleaming with a malevolent intent.
