Ranrok one-shot: Part 1 of 4

RANROK'S STORY MUST BE READ AFTER THE KING (ZOLAN BOOK 3)

RANROK'S POV

I know Earth. I’ve learned the ferocity of its storms and its people. Humans are so unique. Their cultures so special. And I love every bit of it.

I’ve roamed in mountains, always traveling at night and inspiring local folklore of the red man. For years, I’ve been traveling down what humans call “North America.” I’ve stolen ships and sailed south, hunting and fishing to feed myself and studying the magnificent artifacts humans use. I’m obsessed with their odds and ends—like radios that play music, game boys, and their god-given porn magazines.

Humans are horny bastards, but I’m not complaining.

I love trying out different foods. Observing humans from afar. Exploring their beautiful wildlife.

My journey has taken me to Brazil. Where the Amazon rainforest calls my name. I learned about this in a children’s book. The pictures were so vivid, I just had to come see it.

This world is nothing like Zolan. Like home. I don’t think I’ll ever be tired of exploring Earth. And although I feel guilt for walking away from Vadnar and Dee, I was done fighting. I have known violence my entire life. Just once, I want to be allowed freedom.

As I settled in the Amazon, I ran into a small human settlement in the outskirts. Normally I walk away, but through a window, I noticed a school. Every morning, I risked my life to lurk behind the building to watch the professor lecture the children. They were learning a language. It took nearly a year, but I picked up bits of the Portuguese language by stealing one of the picture books and following the lectures.

Now I’m able to read more children’s books and understand some phrases on the radio.

Once I felt satisfied, I moved far away from the settlement. I made it to the heart of the rainforest, where a group of archeologists were digging and studying fossils. I was about to move on, when I spotted the most beautiful woman on the planet. Small and short, with round glasses and permanently pouting lips. Her hair is fiery red and always tied in a careless style. I saw that she used the same game boy I do, and I think that’s the moment I fell in love.

I’ve been coming to see her for two weeks now. Always staying out of sight, desperate to see which game she plays and dreaming about playing with her.

Today is the same as the others. I woke up early, ate the remains of dinner and went looking for her. I was supposed to crouch down behind a large boulder and watch her dust fossils, take notes, and prop a hand on her hip whenever she gets frustrated. I was supposed to see her laughing with her coworkers and endearingly getting distracted from work whenever she spots a new insect or plant.

I was not supposed to run into her as she went for a walk. But that’s exactly what happened, because she’s standing a few feet away from me with wide eyes and her camera shattered on the floor. She’s screaming, and I don’t think twice before turning around and running away, toward the swamp full of alligators where no human would look for me.

Fuck. As the humans say, “I really screwed up this time.”

A/N: SMUT next chapter.

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