Alright seriously let me write
Chapter One - A Mystic Meeting
Author's Note: This will be the last chapter for a long while. I need to get the next chapter ready. And a very big thing ( @Pascovian gave it away) will be happening in December.
The following logs are a transcript. I'm lucky to have Liam Kerman as a friend. Poor Stelala...
I'm on my last Kit-Kat. My emergency KerbaStik sandwich is my last resort.
KerbaStik is a brand of not-food.
Not-food? It's... not food. It makes you full for like... two decakerbols... but has NO TASTE.
and... I'm talking to no-one.
"Sorry, Captain Stelala. I turned on Log after you started talking."
Stelala sighed. "Okay, computer."
"good thing I have my EVA suit..." she mumbled to herself.
"WHO GOES THERE?!"
Stelala jumped.
"No, who are you?"
"WHO GOES THERE?"
"Um... Stelala Kerman?"
"Thine name is not familiar."
The way they talked was unusual. Like... Middle Kerbin?!
"Um..."
"SPEAK. I have warriors surrounding thee. They will soon smite thee if ye do not announce thine's intentions."
Okay. Definitely Middle Kerbin.
"Um, my name is Stelala. Wilt thou, perchance, refrain from killing me?"
"Who art thou?"
"I am a lost explorer seeking shelter." That part was true.
An unusual Kerbal wearing a cloak and no collar stepped up.
"Dost thou know who I am?"
"No, sir," Stelala said, her voice trembling.
"Fine. I shall take thee to my burrow. All Kerbals please follow!"
A bunch of Kerbals carrying... sticks? came out from the trees.
"I thank thee. Wilt thou please state thine name?"
"... fine. My name is Millan."
"I thank thee, Millan Kerman. You are too kind."
"...? Thine hast an unusual accent. I had noticed that."
Before Stelala could reply, she realized that they had been walking into a very large room. With a Kerbal who was clearly the leader inside.
"You have brought guests, Millan. Who art thou?"
"S-s-s-Stelala Kerman."
The Kerbal's eyes widened (somehow!).
"Millian. Thee and thine patrol may leave."
His patrol left.
"Um... I come travelling, looking for shelter," Stelala said afterward.
"Thine accent is odd. Hm..."
Without warning, the leading Kerbal screamed a nonsense word.
"Truthio Completus!"
Stelala suddenly felt a compelling desire to tell the truth, no, the Truth.
So she did.
At the end, the Kerbal at the end of the room looked like this:
"I usually wouldst say that thee hast not told the truth. But I place full trust in my wand"
"-wand?" Stelala thought.
"I have speculated for a very long while that this wouldst be possible. I shall help ye."
"Familiarize!"
The Kerbal glowed purple... and then spoke.
"This... is an interesting sensation. Ah, I see you are confused. I simply made myself seem more familiar to you."
"Okay..."
"Then, let's go!"
"But, what - how-"
"Ah. How did I do these things?"
"Yeeeesss..."
"I," the Kerbal at the end of the room said, voice now considerably louder and deeper, "am a Mystic. Magical. Mystical. Legendary. We are the protectors of PEACE ON KERBIN."
"Okay..." Stelala said, unfazed. Hey, after a Kerbal changes speech like that, forces someone to tell the truth, and shouts that kind of thing without exploding, you get used to things.
"And I suspect you come from a place where Mystics are rare indeed. But I feel an aura of magic around you."
"Wait, so I'm-"
"Yes. You are A MYSTIC!"
"Oh."
"..."
"..."
They sat in silence like that for a long time.
"Um... you never told me your name," Stelala finally said.
"Star."
"Star?"
"Star. Just and only Star. The first Mystic. And most magical."
"Oh."
"..."
"..."
And with a swish of a cloak, Stelala Kerman and Star were somewhere... not Kerbin. But no-one Star knew was there. This was not a Kerbal domain. But rather, a feeding place for Mystical energy.
Welcome to Taythe.