This week's prompt (I literally got this in at the LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT, but don't worry, there'll be another one!) is this:
The stories I've seen have people wanting to go hang out with their beloved humans again, but my mind conjured a different story.....
Thallion, King of the Universal Realms and Guardian of the Twelve Races, watched his young protégé putter around the spherical Observatory room. Something was up. The stars that wheeled around the palace whispered that something was out of place.
Thallion glared at the younger god’s back, certainty rising. “Nex…the Infinity Keys are all in the vault, correct?”
Nex glanced back over his shoulder at his mentor, still shining a lens for the Dimensional Telescope. “Yeah, last I checked.”
“And all the Dark Matter was swept into the containment area?”
“And all the races are in their proper dimensions?”
A brief moment of hesitation, then a tight, “Mhm.”
Thallion walked slowly across the Observatory, his robe shushing across the surface of the smooth, gleaming floor. “Nex…” he clapped a hand on Nex’s shoulder and spun him around to look in his eyes, “You’re missing the human race again, aren’t you?”
Panic flashed across Nex’s face, then was replaced by a sheepish grin. “Sorry?”
“NEXUS AURELIUS OBERON! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU TO KEEP AN EYE ON THE HUMANS?” Thallion thundered, his booming reproach filling the room and shaking the enormous telescope.
“I’m sorry!” Nex wailed, “They’re just so curious! I can barely keep them in the third dimension, they keep discovering ways out! Then I have to wipe their minds, and remove their research, and then they just start it up all over again! Can’t we just let them--”
Thallion straightened up. “NO, Nex!” he snapped. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a calming breath. “We can’t. Not until they’ve advanced to the point where they can survive in another dimension. Until they have the proper technology, we’ve got to keep them where they’re relatively safe. They have enough problems with each other, the last thing they need is a whole new race to deal with. Find them. Put them back. Perform a planetary memory wipe.”
Nex sighed. “Yes, sire.” He pressed his eye to the telescope and began switching dimensional views.
Thallion shook his head and ran a hand through his wild white hair. Never a dull moment with that kid. Those poor humans.
And there you have it! My take on things. XD Well, that was certainly fun to write! I highly recommend joining! Just hop over to Ashley's blog and leave your link in the comments of the corresponding post, unless she's gotten a linky working by the time you get over there. :)