Sorry for my poor English...I hope that it's enough to understand the meaning of the story.
This fiction is part of the
forum project "Fleed Chronicles", and it will be probably used as introduction of the project.
He you can find all the material already created for the project:
Fan art of Fleed Chronicles:https://gonagai.forumfree.it/?f=8964169Fan Fictions of Fleed Chronicles:https://gonagai.forumfree.it/?f=8964170June 2010, any place.."I have got it! The reflexes are still good.. " he thinks, feeling the hum coming from the closed fist
"and I'm still the same .. "
he opens his hand making the insect free.
Hikaru in the distance turns and smiles at him, he returns with a nod. She 's still beautiful, her hair shorter, the signs of expression on her face. He looks younger than her now. It’s undeniable: biorhythms are different and fleedians live on average much more than terrestrians.
But this question wasn’t important since now.
An untimely death, this was believed to be his fate for so long, then the salvation, Vega was won and he came back on Fleed, where the alien was no longer alien.
Everything should have ended in that moment, with the ending theme.
However, Hikaru can be both mother and energetic organizer of the farm, or a beautiful Queen or even a brilliant scientist, but now she is next to him, to give him back a bit of humanity, a little normality.
Yes, because if thirty years ago he was the hero who children loved, now he is the hero who appeals to adults, or rather, the little group of rebel children that now have become adults.
And for which to be a hero it is not enough to destroy the monsters Vega.
Those children have learned that monsters cannot be destroied: to be a hero, you have to grow, live and fight remaining yourself, despite the monsters.
The rocking chair on which he seats creaks, it fells the time.
Thirty years are always thirty years, things have changed.. everything was destined to end there, with a small army of disappointed spectators and Maria in tears at his back, while a ghost planet was sighted on the horizon ..
Millions of widgets sold, 45 records in the top of the charts, everybody happy. A chapter closed, the world moves on, tastes change and it’s right like this.
Then the unexpected happens.
..He smiles to himself ..
Those children have grown up by pretending to forget, but all at once they decided to send their conventions to hell. The passion of the child can follow you, and grow with you, without becoming ridiculous.
A slight touch of pride: with all that is available, those crazy people had to remember him and some of his friends…maybe they find in them things that you can’t find elsewhere.
Recounts what he lived, thanks to their expressions.
Someone gave voice to what had been before, and he can only be grateful: the story of an entire race, reduced to a few frames, just to make him a sad and melancholy hero ..
his world finally have real life, volume, texture and he has to admit that they have come close, to imagine what really happened.
Someone had fun with him, but always with great respect.
Someone else instead gave voice to what must have happened after, shaping and throwing inside that container that is the boy who becomes an adult, the hero they would have liked to see.
And it doesn’t matter if to become hero means to become the King of the world that he is rebuilding, while continuing to fight, or being able to lead a normal life on the farm, finally learning to love .. really this does not matter. He is all these things put together, now.
He hears those notes in the background: it is his daughter, she plays better than him now. They discussed for half a day about his pants with fringe, swept up somewhere and that she wanted to quit and throw in a bag .. thank goodness she can’t put her hands on his fight dress!
On the other hand everything can still be used .. look what these crazy people are up thirty years later .. it is not really good to throw anything away, it could become useful to them .. and he hopes that this will last for long, that they will remember about him for long..
He goes into the house, turns on the router, and connects: his son is a smart boy and taught him how to browse the forum hiding behind a Bot .. On the other hand he can not register ..
all the nicknames he likes are already fully booked .. and then, how would he present himself?
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