(A/N: this uses translations in multiple languages. the translation of a non-english word will be beside in bold brackets)

Lykke

"Igne, we have to go on our rounds, get up," I groaned while pulling Igne out of her seat. She slapped my hand and turned over, grabbing her sariir (satchel.)

"Alright, I'm awake, Lykke. Why do we even patrol, nothing ever happens here?" She asked, still half-asleep. I shrugged, pulling her out of her ship and into the field. Some shimbirahas (birds) flew overhead, shrieking at us. "Oh, suck my shit, shimbiraha!" Igne screamed up at the creatures as they fled.

"Right. Into the forest then?" I asked Igne, still rubbing her eyes from drowsiness. She nodded as her only answer, and I took her hand.

Igne

Patrols are stupid. Nothing ever happens, I thought as she pulled me into the trees. Oh how wrong I was.

As we trudged further into the wood, dirt covering my face. Lykke asked, "Wait. Can you hear that?" I stopped, looking around to find the source. Groaning, crying.

"Who's there?" I called out, drawing my sjekira (axe) and holding it above my shoulder. I heard hushed whispers and people suddenly restricting their movements and breathing. "I'm not going to hurt you!" I hollered, slowly putting the sjekira away. A man stood, tear stains on his face and rips in his jacket.

"I'm David.. we're not from wherever this is... we were promised a paradise. We ended up here, and we were dumped in the woods," He said to us, switching between looking at me, Lykke, and my sjekira. The people who were with him rose from the dirt cautiously.

"David? That's an odd name, nobody here has ever been named.. David before. The closest thing we have to that is Daviges, my pamangkin (nephew,)" I questioned the man. 

"We are from a planet called earth. May I ask, why did you raise an axe? W-what is a pama.. pamangkin?" He asked me, furrowing his brows.

"What's an axe? This is a sjekira. My pamangkin is my anak ng kapatid (sibling's child.) You know, your mamma and papa's other anak? (child.)" I explained to David. Our languages were so similar, but there were so many differences. He nodded.

"Ah, like a nephew? Your mom and dad's kid's kid?" He asked me. I had no idea what he meant.

"I don't know what that means, but probably," I agreed. Lykke looked back and forth between us.

"We can take you home, if you want? How many of you are there? Dotze? (twelve)" She counted them, and there were dotze. "Perfect, that's just under Igne's ship capacity!" She exclaimed.

"Lykke, what?! Do you know how mad my mama would be? She would kill me!" I screamed in a whisper. We argued for a while as the earth people watched.

"Fine!" I accepted defeat. "Get ready."