Uncharted

[Caira Ayryn]

Part Eight: Excavating Ruined Treasure in the Desert Part One

“We all have our demons, Caira.” Merik said in a distinguished light.

Her lips remained sealed at that truth.

“You know Caira, most people let others control their lives and never choose to seize anything for themselves.” Merik began to talk about his time in Coruscant, and how he had been such a fool.

“Well, we are here in the Omniverse because someone else tore us from our worlds...” the female Prime pointed out.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he grumbled and wondered if his life would be different. “Hah, you know it’s kind of funny that we are like Omni’s Secondaries. In a weird sort of way.”

“Does that mean you think we are recyclable? Or continue to exist in our own worlds?” she inquired passively as the time progressed.

“Hm. I've always wondered about that. It’s not like we would know it if we were copies of ourselves, but I guess that's something you'll have to ask him.” Merik thought out loud as the idea of cloning came to mind.

“Are our adventures for his fun?” Caira voiced demurely.

“No, of course not. They are definitely for our own amusement, something has to make the time pass.” Merik said, "Sharing those would make it less of an experience."

“Does that mean Omni knows my name?” Caira looked with distance growing in her eyes.

Merik raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she was going on about and continued, “Your name?... Er, anyway, if he knows our dreams, he wouldn’t want to grant them. Because then we would settle into the monotony that was a Secondary’s life. The abilities he gave us as Primes make it so we can achieve it on our own.”

“I mean my real name... And oh yes, I forgot how you dislike the Secondaries. Man, its been a while since then.” Caira recalled when she first found Merik in the tomb of a cave he had suffered for ten years in.

“Not long enough.” Merik mused and then a long silence ebbed in the air.

Cavities. In the Earth, they had reached what Merik had called ‘the Hallowed Hollows’ and marked it as a desolate area which wanderers make camp, beasts nest, and enemies lie waiting to trap the unsuspecting under the cover of abandoned oil rigs.

“So, what is it?” she said as her eyes drifted into the darkness, the Prime had never seen anything like it before. Quite frankly, there were actual holes in the dunes, they looked to be of tanks of some sort.

“Coruscant’s scars.” Merik muttered and began to walk, “Best be on your guard. Beast and man alike will hunt from within the shadows. At night we are at a disadvantage, for once.”

“Coruscant... The war..” Caira put a few things together in her mind before trying to keep pace with Merik, whom had stopped to check his sources. “Merik! Don’t stand there!” she warned sensing the hollow vibrations beneath the disguise of sand, much like how their story began.

This time, he fell.