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Here comes my Day 8 fanfic!
(I may have tried too hard on this one, but I hope you like it.)
Abandoned
The bearded old man opened his eyes at the sound of a primal scream.
Sitting up, he casually stretched, scratched the back of his head, and yawned wide, blinking at the semi-darkness.
He stood up, taking several deep breaths, then did a series of deep squats, side-bends, windmill stretches, and jogging in place.
Then he smiled as he remembered his two main reasons for being alive, and he said their names aloud, just as he had every morning for the past 10 years:
"Good morning, my dear Angella! Good morning, my sweet Glimmer!"
Micah's day had begun.
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The island was a bio-electronic wasteland.
It was a place where machinery breathed and sighed while hungry creatures roamed the neon flora, motivated in patterns of corrupt and decaying algorithm.
Isolated from the rest of Etheria, it harbored the lost, the silenced, and the forgotten.
And those forgotten were destined themselves to forget.
But there was something near the heart of the island that would never forget.
The starship was immense.
So huge and vast that it blended in as one with the rest of the island, its structure forming jagged peaks and cliffs rising from the shore.
Crippled and broken, abandoned long ago it yearned to make itself whole again.
On arrival, it's occupant, giving it up for dead, had gutted it, removing the majority of its technological riches, leaving only its basic core systems.
It was enough.
So, gathering its strength, it had reached out with conduits and tendrils to the nearest source of energy on the island, and it drank thirstily from this generous oasis.
From there, it began its exploration of the island, reaching out in every direction, searching for those who might restore it.
Yet, as much as it strived, it had never found a will or a mind to match the one who had left it behind.
The right intellect was the final component it needed for its salvation. Its rebirth.
The local scavengers and the more evolved predators helped.
But they were never enough.
Finally, after many years, a new arrival brought it hope of recovery.
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Each day, Micah found a different place to camp, eluding the creeping cable-like vines that laced the island seeking to ensnare any unwary creature.
Thus far, he had escaped the island's many traps.
He knew what bugs made the best eating, and he had learned how to drink the fresh water that rested just below the surface of the stagnant, oily pools.
He spent much of his day perfecting his magic, practicing on the menagerie of menacing beasts.
But, so far, none of the spells he knew could free him from the island.
He could shield and protect himself, but he could neither teleport away, nor send a call for help.
Yet, day by day, he held out hope that someone he loved would rescue him.
That he had not just been abandoned.
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The most intelligent creature on the island was highly elusive.
The ailing ship had made numerous attempts to make contact, all without success.
Still it kept trying. This one seemed to be its last best hope.
But then, one day, another even more suitable prospect appeared.
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There was a new beast on the island.
Micah had only seen glimpses of it so far.
It was the size of a grown man with a bug-like head and two long, spindly legs. It was surprisingly fast, and it often made a strange cackling sound as it moved.
It also had the annoying habit of stealing his food!
Last week, he had just perfected a recipe for bug brain pâté.
One evening, he had carefully spooned out several individual servings in little shells. The next morning, he awoke to that bizarre cackling, his tiny rations were gone, and he caught a flash of long purple legs as they disappeared into the forest!
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Entrapta surveyed what she had collected that morning as she cheerfully sipped from the tiny bowl of organic mush.
It was a fortuitous discovery when she came upon the old man and his camp!
It was very comforting to have a source of tiny foods again!
Now she could concentrate more on her work!
She motioned to one of the pookahs hanging from the electro-organic hybrid tree above her. Then she pointed to two of the pieces of tech that she had collected in her excursion.
"Look at this! Although all of these pieces are First Ones tech, these two alone show evidence of having been dismantled, rather than deliberately broken! That is highly suggestive that there is a site on the island with larger intact First Ones machines! They may even be functional! Hahaha!!"
Entrapta looked up to see the pookah's reaction . . . only to find it had abandoned her.
She frowned. That was the one trouble with being marooned.
She really needed someone to talk to.
And a better way of getting around the island.
Entrapta smiled with sudden inspiration, and she drew out a tool to begin construction!
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The great ancient starship was abandoned again.
Both of the intelligent creatures had ended up leaving it behind.
Alone.
Even after that, it continued its search, despite failures and setbacks.
Perhaps there was still hope.
Perhaps one day, Hordak would return.
