BLUE PLANET

STRANGE CREATURES MISSED (Side Story 2)

A creature emerged from behind the tree.

It's very strange.

The body is small, with unnatural shapes in some parts.

His two thin arms dangled on the left and right sides of his body with thin fingers that looked fragile.  

His smooth and light footsteps gave off the impression as if his body was hovering low above the grass.

Her long, yellow hair glittered in the wind behind her head; making her figure similar to a small, leafy young tree on the edge of a forest that was being swayed by the south wind.

And that good smell came from his body.

The Marxist returned to his stone hut with curiosity. The weak-looking creature was so stubborn that it made him powerless to keep arguing the loud little voice.

Marxists do not want to fight it too hard. I don't know why. Though all this time he was quite respected by his friends because of his firm attitude. 

Venusian said?  

A venus?

It's very hard to believe.

But it is certainly not a Martian creature.  

Marxists have never seen such a creature.

His skin was pure white and seemed very delicate.  

Her facial lines are softly shaped leaves of the Mavarea tree.

His eyeballs were rounder and more and more rounded when angry.  

The entire appearance was like a fine stone statue that was prone to shattering if shaken just a little.

It's a really strange creature.

Maybe that's why this part of the forest has been forbidden to enter.

Because there's this strange creature in it.

Marxists galloped over several steps and rocks along the path.  He must arrive soon to save Venera.

“Save your hand Venera!” exclaim Marxist.

“Can't!  If I take off one hand, I will definitely fall!” shouted Venera in panic.

Oh my God, this thing.  He could not even bear his own weight, thought the Marxist in wonder.

The Marxist extended his body further forward and caught Venera's hands, then pulled him up carefully.

“You all right?  Any injuries?” ask Marxists after they get to a flat place.   

Poor thing, he trembled violently, Marxist mind. Maybe surprised at almost falling from that height.  Or cold because his clothes are all wet.

”Ak... I was just.. surprised...” the answer is weak, ”t... earlier it was... t... it was very high...”

Marxists took off their hunting clothes to dry Venera's soaked hair and body. It is true my guess yesterday. Her skin is so smooth. And his body felt very light when the kubopong earlier. This creature is really weak.

“Are you sick?” asked Moroca the Chairman of the Hunting Training Division when Marxists came to the Mars Training Secretariat Room.

“No, Chairman Moroca,” replied Marxist.

“But all this time you've never failed, Marxist. Your grades are always perfect" said Moroca's chairman.

“I'm sorry, Chairman Moroca. Maybe my day was lacking concentration. Tomorrow I will fix it" Marxist promise.

Moroca. “But that's not what I meant to tell you to come here.”

“Oh. Then, did I make another mistake?” ask Marxists in wonder.

“It looks like I don't see any other mistakes you've made other than your Archery Train value dropping today. But I just got a direct message from King Ares to deliver to you,” Moroca continued.

“What? King Ares?” Marxists are surprised.

Moroca nodded.

“King Ares?  Send direct message to me?” Marxists ask in disbelief.

“Yes." Moroca nodded back. "I also felt very surprised. It is not usual for His Majesty to have to give a message to Martian personally. But clearly, His Majesty the King said this in my head: ‘Tell Martian Marxist, that his psychological condition should not affect the work because it would be fatal.  He has to return a lot of self-training and is very expected not to do strange things that could disturb his concentration’. So message Your Majesty.”

Marxists dumbfounded. “Isn't it ..?”

“Ya.”

“Good, Chief Moroca. I accept this reprimand. Im sorry. I'll fix it.”

The Marxist walked slowly across the Archery Square towards his cottage.

What do you mean by the psychological conditions that affect my work?

What is the strange thing that disturbs the concentration of my work?

And I have not heard of King Ares to the point of having to speak to the Martians, even though it is with the intermediary of the Board of Trustees.

Does King Ares know I have entered the forbidden forest?  

But, how did he know?

He never directly observed the activities of the Martians. In every routine mass hunting event, King Ares was only present to observe us from a distance, even from behind the wall of fire Pegasusus. So it seems impossible that he paid special attention to me.

Maybe it wasn't about the park that he meant. Maybe this is just about my abilities that are decreasing every day. Well, maybe that's all.

Marxist sitting on his bed. He played the end of his blanket which was brown with green stripes. The surface of the blanket rubbed while thinking about something.

“Hei Mel,” call him on Melvian.

“Ya?” Melvian who was busy sharpening the end of her arrow at the side of the window turned a glance.

“Do you ever feel like your life should be useful to other creatures?” ask Marxists.

“You mean?”

“I mean, did you ever feel that the life we were supposed to live all this time, wasn't like this. But we should spend it on. well. For example, protecting or making him feel happy?”

Melvian raised a puzzled eyebrow. “Have we not been useful to other Martian Marxists?  We both protect each other, right? And make happy King Ares?”

“Yah. But, it's not protecting that kind of thing I mean.”

Melvian looked at the Marxist for a moment. “Marxis, friend.  Honestly, I don't understand why you've been getting weird lately. You're not like you. But what if we go to sleep first? I'm so sleepy.”

“Alright,” sahut Marxist. “Good sleep.”

Marxists walk home with a troubled heart.

The shadow of Venera's back that left him in anger was constantly repeated in his memory.

He was well aware of the cause Venera was angry with him. But he was confused as to why Venera should be so angry.  The park can be done at any time. The park is not going anywhere.

Actually, he wanted to hold Venera back from leaving, but he could not do it.  He doesn't know how. And also feel scared.  Not the same fear that arises when hunting wild animals or just before a wrestling match against another hunter.

It's a different fear.

Afraid of looking at Venera's angry face aimed at him.  

Afraid that Venera will become even more angry than before until she will never see him again.

The way Venus speaks and acts is difficult for her to understand. Everything feels surprising. Marxists are confused as to what to do.

And in such a condition, it was impossible for him to resist Venera's departure by forcibly withdrawing her small, fragile hand. Venera could get hurt. Therefore he could only remain silent and decided to let Venera's anger subside first.

But... how about not subside as well?

What if Venera and I never see each other again?

What if that was our last meeting?

Marxists are agitated.

It had been two days for the Marxists to wait for Venera in the garden.  

But the Venusian did not appear either.

Marxists think hard. It feels like following Venera to Venus.  But he didn't get any clue how. The door that usually opens for Venera, won't open for her. He doesn't even know where the door is exactly.

The door may only open for Venera.

Marxists looked up at the bright blue cloudy white sky above.

If the door is no longer open, then Venera does not want it.

The Marxist looked down lethargicly at the rocks under his feet. This was the place where they had first both discovered the location of the river water pond. He remembered how Venera reacted at that time.

He looked so happy and happy. Run around to see up close and touch everything that interests him.  

Let her long hair loose, and do not get tired of tidying it back every time the wind thaws it.  

With a flushed face and gasping breath, he continued to sing, dance, and chatter inexhaustibly.

And even though her face and dress were dirty from splashes of water and wet soil, she could still make herself look so beautiful.

He also dared to climb a high hill to satisfy his curiosity. But it immediately screamed in fear and trembled when faced with a precarious situation.

It looks very weak, but it can be very firm.  

It looks scary when you're angry, but it's fun to smile.

Everything in Venera is strange. Very quaint.

It is a strange thing that Marxists long for.

The Marxist does not understand what he feels in his heart. A kind of feeling of wanting to protect and keep something that really needs protection and care.

This is not the same as his feelings when guarding Melvian when they hunt in a team.  They look after each other for the success of the mission and to compete with other teams. Not because Melvian was a creature he considered weak.  It's totally different.

Marxists feel they must exist to protect Venera. He should be by his side at all times. Make sure no danger can befall him. Help in all its difficulties.

Come Venera, the Marxist pinta in heart. Please, come.

I promise I won't make you angry again.

I promise to accompany you wherever you want to go.

I promise I will always make you smile.

I pledge.

Something moved behind him.

Marxists looked.

“Venera..?”

END.