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Heres more, sorry you only get one chapter. I'll have more up soon, enjoy.
Chapter 4
Glarca
Drilla sat quietly on the steps of her dwelling, waiting for Gonet to come and get her, while she looked out at the inky black sky. The stars were barely visible, as Zoto had no moon. As she sat there, she began to cry. Gonet said he’d protect her, but would he be able to? Would she survive the birth of her baby, would,
“Drilla, Drilla it’s time to go my dear.” Gonet said, breaking in to her thoughts. He was flanked by Gwana, Marca, Putluck, and Notac. As Gwana and Marca led Drilla over to the large dark red iron ball incrusted with blue lights, Putluck pulled Gonet aside.
“Gonet, are you sure you want to do this? Drilla doesn’t look happy about it, she looks really scared. It’s not too late.” Gonet looked at Putluck and said simply,
“What’s done is done.” Putluck sighed, then walked on to the ship. Unaware of the tension between the two friends, Notac walked up to Gonet and said,
“I got the Gloot, this should sustain us for the twelve month journey.” As he said this, he carried a large furry black creature with four long legs, sharp horns on its head, and a very large head on to the ship. Sighing heavily, Gonet walked on to the ship.
Drilla sat quietly on the ship next to Gwana and Marca, trying not to cry as she felt the ship rumble then lift off the ground. Gonet was making her leave the only home she had ever known for possibly the last time, and she was going to miss her birthday, and the sun rise.
Two months in to the trip, Drilla was beginning to get restless. The baby was due in a month, and she missed the comforts of home. Gonet tried everything he could do to calm her, but she pushed him away, preferring instead to sit alone in one of the Bangle filled chambers, petting the soft purring flowers.
“Gonet, you shouldn’t have brought her.” Putluck said gently, the first day in the third month. “You can see how unhappy she is, and the baby’s due anytime now. She,” he was cut off by Gwana’s scared cry.
“Gonet, come quick! The baby’s coming, and Drilla’s having trouble!” Gonet, Putluck, and Notac rushed in to the large living chamber in the center of the ship where they found Drilla lying on a soft bed of puck moss. This moss is used by Zonic females when they are in labor. It helps relax them, and helps to encourage them by whistling soft soothing sounds in the mother’s ear.
“Gwana, how is she?” Gonet cried, rushing to Drilla’s side. He didn’t need Gwana’s words to tell him how she was, and nearly burst in to tears at what he saw. Drilla was shuddering violently, her body straining to push the baby out. Her eyes were wide with terror, and not even the puck moss could soothe her now. As Gonet looked at his wife in pain, he new that he had done the wrong thing in forcing her to come along. He should have left her at home, with an experienced female to guide her. His thoughts were broken as Putluck came up to him.
“Gonet! I know you’re upset about what you did, but now’s not the time! Drilla needs you now, help her!” Gonet took a deep breath, then went to Drilla’s side. He bent down next to the bed of puck moss, and began speaking words of encouragement to her.
“Drilla my dear. Drilla, look at me. Look at me Drilla. Be strong my Drilla. You must be strong and give birth to our beautiful child.” As he said these words, Drilla opened her eyes, and began to strain and cry out at the same time. Drilla pushed with all her might until Marca cried.
“I see a head!” Hopeful, Gonet urged Drilla on.
“That’s it Drilla, that’s it! You can do it my Drilla, just a little bit more! Come on , push Drilla, push!” With a final push, a tiny cry was heard.
“Yes! Gonet, Putluck, Notac, Gwana, and Marca cried. “Yes!”
“Drilla, you did it! You did it!” Gonet cried, hugging her gently. “I new you could!” Drilla opened her eyes, looked right at Gonet, said
“I, love, you,” then passed out from exhaustion. Seeing the terror on Gonet’s face, Marca said,
“Gonet, get me the blanket of Gloot fur, and a cup of Bangle juice. Once she’s warm and has some fluids in her, all she’ll need is rest. Don’t worry about the baby, I’ll tend to him.”
“Him?” Gonet said, turning to the baby in Marca’s arms wrapped in a blanket of puck moss.
“Yes Gonet, him. Congratulations, you have a son.”
The next morning, Drill awoke to her new baby boy on her chest. He had light blue eyes which would darken when he got older, a tiny tuft of black hair, and the long appendages of the adults.
“Oh Drilla!” Gwana cooed, “he’s so adorable. What are you going to name him?”
“I don’t know.” Drilla said sleepily, “I have to talk it over with Gonet. Where is he?”
“He’s making breakfast.” Marca said, looking at the baby longingly. Drilla smiled at her then said,
“You can hold him. What are we having?” Marca gently took the baby from Drilla’s arms then said,
“were having Gloot sausages, Zat eggs, and Bangle juice.”
“Ooo.” Drilla said with a moan of longing, “that sounds good.”
“I thought you might say that.” A gentle voice said. Drilla looked up to see Gonet enter the room, carrying a large tray of food. “How are you feeling my dear?” he said gently.
“A lot better thanks, just hungry.”
“Well of course you are!” he said with a laugh, “you have to feed not only yourself, but our little Glarca as well.” Drilla smiled then said,
“Glarca? I like it. Hello my little Glarca.” She cooed. “Why Glarca?”
“Well, it fits doesn’t it? He is miraculous after all.” Drilla smiled, then began to eat her breakfast while Glarca slept in Gonet’s arms. Another Zonic had been born.