Alien Knights

When Randall came to that windy mountain ridge again in his dream, he knew clearly that the nightmare of his mother's death would be like maggots attached to his bones, haunting him for the rest of his life and never going away.

Looking at the corpse hanging on the old tree with a crooked neck, Randall sat down on his knees with a pale face and an expressionless face, muttering something as if he was lost in thought.

"Why are humans... so afraid of aliens?"

An unexpected voice suddenly came from the fog, causing Randall to look up.

The male Shadow Terrorclaw came out of the darkness, stared at Randall with his dark eyes and said: "Humans, even their own flesh and blood, will be abandoned and hated as long as they are slightly different from themselves."

Randall asked softly: "Why are you here?"

Shadow stood under the old tree and asked, "You should ask yourself, why did you appear here?"

Randall asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

"Our family prefers to absorb the negative emotions of other creatures. For us, fear, sadness, jealousy, suspicion... It's like a good wine person meeting an old wine, but my favorite emotion is guilt."

"Your Holy King, the one who alone faces the commanders of the four directions, once told me that guilt is the strongest of all human emotions, and it is even worse than fear."

Randall frowned and asked: "Commanders of the Quartet? Who are they? Wait! You said that the Holy King once talked to you? Do you think and speak like humans?! I always thought that war beasts are..."

"Are all war beasts a bunch of stupid animals that are as stupid as pigs, ready to be slaughtered by others?" Shadow laughed arrogantly: "Thousands of years have passed, and humans are still so arrogant and arrogant."

"The eye of hell you talk about leads directly to a world thousands of meters deep underground, where the environment is harsh, resources are scarce, and tens of thousands of powerful and diverse biological races fight and devour each other."

Randall's throat was a little dry: "Why don't you come to the ground?"

Shadow explained: "We, a race called war beasts, had to flee underground in order to avoid the war. Some of us individuals have slowly deteriorated in intelligence and turned into creatures that are no different from beasts. We desperately want to I have to crawl to the ground; I still know a little bit clearly what fate is, I no longer hope for the light, and I completely fall into the darkness."

"The Holy King you are talking about brought the instructions of our ancient gods. As a member of the gods, he hopes to build an orderly world where all races can coexist peacefully without worrying about extinction."

Shadow sat down cross-legged, stroking the tentacles on his body, and whispered: "Sounds like a good idea, doesn't it? However, all the leaders of the Eye of Hell think that your Holy King is lying. Human beings are a cunning, cruel, and dishonest race, and this has become the consensus of almost all races in the underground world.”

Randall shook his head and said, "Times have changed."

Shadow shook his tail: "You can't blame the underground race for being cautious and vigilant. After all, the painful memories of the past have deeply imprinted fear and pain into our souls."

"Under such circumstances, your Holy King made a suggestion. Let the underground race send some observers to the human kingdom to investigate what the current world is like."

Shadow pointed at himself with his paw: "So, I'm here."

Randall said sadly: "Then why do you follow me and let me experience the suffering of the past again and again?"

Shadow was stunned: "Do you think this nightmare is my work? No, no, you are wrong. I am not your god. I do not have the ability to create the soul world. This dream itself exists deep in your consciousness. At most, I can only be regarded as a guest here."

Randall looked at the old tree in front of him blankly: "You mean, everything here is my own thoughts?"

"After the leaders of the four directions reached an agreement with the Holy King, I mixed in with the low-level war beasts and came to Muxi City. I pretended to be tamed and controlled, but in fact I was carefully observing the world with my eyes."

"The Holy King has given me a certain amount of freedom. I can follow the army around as long as it does not harm the people of his kingdom. And among so many observation targets, are you the one I am most satisfied with?"

"I?"

Shadow shook his head: "In you, I see the incredible side of human beings."

"Your Holy King once said this when he met with the leaders of the four directions. He said that human beings are not purely evil, nor are they purely kind. They are like the front and back of a coin, with both light and dark."

Youying nodded in agreement and said, "I didn't understand these words at first, but through observing you, I gradually figured it out."

The shadow stood up, turned towards the darkness, and said to Randall: "Human, I have to leave."

"Wait a minute!"

Randall asked hurriedly: "If you absorb negative emotions, then tell me, how can you escape from this guilt nightmare?"

Shadow turned around and looked at Randall with dark eyes: "Escape? You can never escape from guilt, because you can never escape from your past."

"Then what should I do...?"

"Waiting, waiting for the destined moment to come."

"What? What does this mean?!"

"We'll know when the time comes..."

The shadow's voice completely disappeared into the darkness.

Randall opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely, he woke up from his dream, sat up on the bed, and looked at the nothingness in the room.

Barbara, who was sleeping next to Randall, was awakened by his movements. She opened her eyes drowsily, and while covering her naked body with the quilt, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Randall's ears seemed to still be echoing with the wind sounds in his nightmare. He rubbed the base of his ears with his hands, trying to drive this auditory hallucination out of his head.

"I had a nightmare...but it's over."

Barbara held Randall's arm, helped him lie down slowly, rested his head on the other person's chest and asked: "Is it still the past incident related to your mother?"

Randall hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Barbara's pointed ears trembled slightly, her jade-white arms wrapped around Randall's neck, she pressed her body against his chest, and said softly: "You must try to get out of the past."

Randall closed his eyes and sighed: "No matter where I go, the past follows me."

Barbara put her mouth close to Randall's ear: "It won't be long before you and I will have a gift from the future, which can dispel all the haze of the past."

Randall opened his eyes: "A gift from the future?"

Barbara kissed Randall gently on the side of his face and said softly: "When the time comes, you will naturally know."

After she said this, her right hand moved down and gently covered her lower abdomen.