This article is undergoing writing.
13 December, 1903.
The Sporisk Desert, State of Cho, 1st Murkatinnya Republic
230 miles southeast of Cho City
946 miles west of Warszawa, Polish State
Sylver “Kyiv” Kyivsma, a black raven, was flying over the Sporisk Desert in search of a new site for the Raven Organization to be built on. Over the last few years, many Nyxans were forcefully exiled to Arc Planet, the sister version of Nyx Planet. Kyiv, like her fellow human divinity partners, Kenzo and Theresa, was also forced here.
The mission objective: to find a large oasis in the desert to build a new base.
While flying over the strangely familiar, yet unfamiliar land, Kyiv spots a major oasis, perfect for continued inhabitance. Finally, another reason for the Murk Government to fund the base.
Kyiv swoops in, landing upon the largest tree in the oasis and picking a small, red fruit.
Oh, praise Vulcan. I haven’t even eaten anything in DAYS!
Having eaten two, she hops off and lands on another branch, which, the fruit on it falls off to the ground. She lands on the ground next to the fruit, picking it apart.
As she was about to eat the fruit, she noticed something white in the corner of her eye, underneath the roots of a tree. She peers underneath the tree at the white scaly thing, when a large, blue eye opens up and looks at her, its pupils long and thin.
Kyiv squawks, before turning around to fly away, hitting a tree branch along the way.
At the local government building in Cho, Kenzo and Theresa are meeting the local government officials.
“How could you be certain that there is such a planet called Nyx?” Questioned the wolf president of Murkatinnya, Konstantinos Borealis, who was there at the time.
“Would this help?” Theresa smirks, grasping her core as she glows lightly.
“Theresa, no, you’ll make it worse for us,” Kenzo warned.
Instead of being threatened by Theresa, the President was intrigued.
“This… this is something to the likes of which Humanity has never seen before…”
Kenzo looked up at him, who got up from his seat.
“I still have frivolous doubts about this whole thing,” he continued as he looked to the window. “But to confirm that you are from an alternate reality where the Warrior didn’t kill the divine, we must go through some scientific testing,” he ended with a cautious, yet demanding tone.
“No need, sir,” A slightly hurried voice barges into the room.
The President turns around, staring at the young duck secretary.
“Who asked you to come in without knocking?” Konstantinos growled.
“I-it’s… um… we have another visitor claiming they’re from Nyx, sir,” he replied, almost panting.
Behind the secretary is Kyiv, panting as she stumbles around, almost fainting.
“Who’s this and where are these “Nyxan”s coming from?” Konstantinos stares at her, eyeing her every move just as she collapses. Kenzo and Theresa look at each other.
“Take her to the health centre. We’ll settle this another time,” the president concluded.
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(WIP)