Jyn

Jyn was bored of the village. It wasn't a bad village by any means. It was a fairly quaint village, and quite small. Being located in the Achilles mountains on the bottom of Vicosma's feet, not many people lived here. No one moved here, not anymore. It was too far from the cities, no way to get any supplies from urban civilization. It was picturesque, sure, but that didn't matter to most people, especially those averse to hard work. There was plenty to do after all, the village had to maintain itself being this far from any other form of civilization. There was so much to do, in fact, that it was a miracle anyone had time for fun, or for learning, but the villagers found a way. Jyn wondered if this was why it had seemed so interesting for the first 17 years of their life. Maybe, but now it was just routine. No adventure, no intrigue. Just day in, day out.

Routine. The word itself disgusted Jyn. Who wanted to do the same thing over and over again?

Why was such a word necessary? Why couldn't life be like the books, or the plays, or the stories. Why did it have to be a routine. At least the people were interesting, Jyn decided.

The people were, as a matter of fact, somewhat bizarre. Unbeknownst to Jyn, who knew little about civilizations outside their own, there was quite a large amount of diversity in the village. There were dwarves, elves, humans, some draconic races and even a few aquatic people. It seemed like every race in existence had some kind of representation in the village. Jyn themself was a member of the species "Homo-Chlorophyllus-Sapiens", often shortened down to Chlorosapiens - or, more commonly, Chlorans - a species that resembles humans in a great many ways. If you were to look at a Chloran, you'd likely mistake them for a human at first glance. They're just as humanoid, and just as covered in skin, and they wear the same kind of clothes. The differences are a bit less pronounced than that. Their skin is slightly greener than a human's, and their limbs are a couple inches longer. Chlorans live longer than humans do as well. Some live for centuries, others for millennia. Somewhat ironically, they don't perceive time any differently, and many die young as a result of not wishing to live so long. It is also significantly harder to kill a Chloran, as they have less vital points than humans and don't need food. They enjoy it, yes, but it isn't necessary as long as they have water and sunlight. Chlorans are, however, notoriously weak to water and are still quite capable of drowning, although it does take more water than for a human.

The most notable differences are their eyes, and their gender. A Chloran has eyes that are near opposite that of a human. The whites of the eyes are black as midnight, and the pupils are a shining marble white. The irises are most often green, although not always. Jyn's were a defined crimson, something that was often unsettling to other Chlorans. A Chloran's gender however, is not so easily described. This is because it is quite difficult to describe something that does not, by any means, exist. Some identify as a binary gender, but largely the Chlorans have none. They largely have no need for it, as they reproduce differently from humans, although a partner is still necessary. Jyn had absolutely no interest in reproduction.

However, as interesting as all that may be, Jyn had almost no knowledge of it. No reason to wonder why there was so much culture in such a small village, no reason to ask. So they didn't. They spent a couple hours on the roof of the school, and then went home to sleep.

Sleep was unnecessary for Jyn, most Chlorans could live their entire lives without sleep, but it was supposed to be good for mental health. So they slept. That night, they had a dream. It was a dream about some kind of adventure, Jyn could recall that much afterwards, but not where or why. It may have been a swashbuckling pirate adventure on the high seas of eternal night that were rumoured to exist inside Vicosma's rotund belly, or it may have been a violent siege located on the Great Plains of Vicosma's back, or just maybe it was a dangerous trek through the swamps that had begun to form near Vicosma's ankles. Who knew what it had been? But that didn't matter, what did matter was this; Jyn was now completely sure. Jyn would leave the next day.