Something
was wrong! Air was still. The house too quiet. Brady the neighbor’s obnoxious collie wasn’t barking outside.
Tim Madison rolled to the side of the bed and flicked on the table light. His desk, cluttered with
astronomy magazines, math homework, and his eighth grade history book; the
model airplane with the broken landing gear hanging by fishing line above his
bed, his laptop computer, all looked normal. It was the walls. Ordinarily light-blue, they were red. He looked to the
floor. The blue carpet had become black. Bright brown numbers on his digital clock beamed 6:15 A.M.
Weird, he
thought.
He slipped
from the sheets, stepped toward the door, and turned the handle slowly. Bedroom
light threw his shadow across the hallway’s previously tan, now lime-green
carpet. Formally white hallway walls were yellow.
“Greetings,”
a low voice said.
Tim
spun around. Fear soared up his spine. He tried to
scream but a lungful of choked air came out. A creature a few feet taller than
him, with a human body, beetle-like head, and claws instead of hands, stood
wearing an all black jumpsuit.
“I will
take you to our training facility where the Thispan Council arranged accommodations,” the creature said.
Tim’s
heart banged against his chest. He backed against the wall and looked from side
to side thinking which way to run. To his parent’s room? The bathroom? His
muscles tensed. Should he bolt back into his own bedroom and slam the door
shut?
“What?” he gasped. “Who are you?”
“I
am Kiz,” the creature said. “The council sent me here because they have knowledge of
dangerous events that will occur on your planet. I will teach you skills that
most assures your success at preventing these events. This is your assignment.”
Tim gulped, pushing panic down. “I… I don’t
understand.”
“You
are the Earth’s galactic warrior. I will explain more once we are onboard the
Skyru.”
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