Adapting
(Nonsurat / Rocco)
The world is much different than it was hundreds of thousands of years ago. If one were to get thrown into the future with no instructions how to survive, one may think it’s quite impossible. To expect someone to adapt to a new world is literally asking the world of them. For how does one cope with the realization that everything they once knew and loved is gone. Faded from time and replaced with something new and unfamiliar.
Who could ever want to live a life like that?
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“Truly, I have never seen anything like this before, Lord Nonsurat..”
The old guardian gives a hum of thought. Bossa is finishing up cleaning Nonsurat’s wounds he’s sustained from Rocco- A young Gordo who he’s taken under his wing after being ‘brought’ here from South Nova.
Brought?
Escorted?
No.
More like, he was found frozen in a glacier, taken to another part of the world, and awoke from his suspended animation which lasted hundreds of thousands of years. He’s woken into a new world with absolutely no knowledge of what to expect. Scared, confused, lost. Everyone and everything he’s known has long passed. Friends, family, even the language he speaks is lost to time.
“What are you to do, my lord? Surly you cannot-“
“Surly, I will.” Nonsurat speaks kindly.
And his Guardian can only shake his head. “We…are not as young as we once were. This child, look at the damaged he caused. He destroyed entire buildings without even trying.” Bossa then directs his tails to his master. “And look at what he’s done to you. You are lucky his crystals didn’t puncture any major arteries.”
Bossa gives a frown when his other half couldn’t stand without stumbling several times. “You expect to raise another? When you are struggling yourself?”
“The child is all alone, Bossa. What am I to do? Send him back to South Nova?” He shakes his head. “Unthinkable.”
“He is a danger-“
“He is a child with not one left in the world to look after him. My mind is settled, Bossa. I will not quarrel with you on this topic any further.” Nonsurat slowly walks pass him, and into the main room of his home. His eyes soften when he spots the small Gordo aimlessly floating around the living room. Nothing has been moved, nor touched from its place. Everything is as it were when they first arrived.
“Rocco.” Nonsurat calls out in the language of his ancestors. The Gordo immediately spins around and darts to Nonsurat; almost knocking him over in the process.
“Calm, child.” Nonsurat softly speaks as he regains his balance. “I am not made of the stones of your clan.”
Nonsurat hold up his wrapped arm. Rocco inspects it with much confusion. “Hurt. Pain. We can be wounded.”
“Wounded?” Rocco repeats. “Hurt?”
Nonsurat places a gentle hand on the child. Rocco responds instantly and nuzzles against the palm. Comforting, secure.
“You are made from the Crystal of the Great King. Strong and mighty you are, young one. A powerful, sturdy core. Nothing could ever harm you.” He suddenly pulls his hand away, and Rocco’s eyes snap open in terror for a brief moment before setting his gaze on Nonsurat.
“But pain is something new for you, isn’t it?. Young one, what did you feel just now?”
“I…..I…” Rocco stumbles with his words. “I…..don’t know. But….I….don’t want it.” And he nuzzles closer to Nonsurat.
Nonsurat reached forward and gently embraces the little Gordo. “It’ll be okay. You’re in a safe place, now.”
Who could ever want to live a life like that?
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“Truly, I have never seen anything like this before, Lord Nonsurat..”
The old guardian gives a hum of thought. Bossa is finishing up cleaning Nonsurat’s wounds he’s sustained from Rocco- A young Gordo who he’s taken under his wing after being ‘brought’ here from South Nova.
Brought?
Escorted?
No.
More like, he was found frozen in a glacier, taken to another part of the world, and awoke from his suspended animation which lasted hundreds of thousands of years. He’s woken into a new world with absolutely no knowledge of what to expect. Scared, confused, lost. Everyone and everything he’s known has long passed. Friends, family, even the language he speaks is lost to time.
“What are you to do, my lord? Surly you cannot-“
“Surly, I will.” Nonsurat speaks kindly.
And his Guardian can only shake his head. “We…are not as young as we once were. This child, look at the damaged he caused. He destroyed entire buildings without even trying.” Bossa then directs his tails to his master. “And look at what he’s done to you. You are lucky his crystals didn’t puncture any major arteries.”
Bossa gives a frown when his other half couldn’t stand without stumbling several times. “You expect to raise another? When you are struggling yourself?”
“The child is all alone, Bossa. What am I to do? Send him back to South Nova?” He shakes his head. “Unthinkable.”
“He is a danger-“
“He is a child with not one left in the world to look after him. My mind is settled, Bossa. I will not quarrel with you on this topic any further.” Nonsurat slowly walks pass him, and into the main room of his home. His eyes soften when he spots the small Gordo aimlessly floating around the living room. Nothing has been moved, nor touched from its place. Everything is as it were when they first arrived.
“Rocco.” Nonsurat calls out in the language of his ancestors. The Gordo immediately spins around and darts to Nonsurat; almost knocking him over in the process.
“Calm, child.” Nonsurat softly speaks as he regains his balance. “I am not made of the stones of your clan.”
Nonsurat hold up his wrapped arm. Rocco inspects it with much confusion. “Hurt. Pain. We can be wounded.”
“Wounded?” Rocco repeats. “Hurt?”
Nonsurat places a gentle hand on the child. Rocco responds instantly and nuzzles against the palm. Comforting, secure.
“You are made from the Crystal of the Great King. Strong and mighty you are, young one. A powerful, sturdy core. Nothing could ever harm you.” He suddenly pulls his hand away, and Rocco’s eyes snap open in terror for a brief moment before setting his gaze on Nonsurat.
“But pain is something new for you, isn’t it?. Young one, what did you feel just now?”
“I…..I…” Rocco stumbles with his words. “I…..don’t know. But….I….don’t want it.” And he nuzzles closer to Nonsurat.
Nonsurat reached forward and gently embraces the little Gordo. “It’ll be okay. You’re in a safe place, now.”
-End Drabble-
Species © Nintendo/ HAL Laboratory
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
Interpreted characters created from said species © Rhylem
