The bright lights of the operation room were upon them, bright and blinding. Sight faded in and out, the room spinning. The blinding light dominating the field of view. Then, something was covering his face. After a struggle, blackness fell upon him.
Dr. Iana watched as they put Eldoai Zaini and Valian Zandai into a coma, preparing for surgery. She hated seeing the two boys bruised up so much. Those purple bruises a sharp contrast to their pale bodies. Soon they will have a contrast of metal and flesh, one that will set them apart even more, she thought. They had been outcast from the moment they were born, because of their pale skin, green eyes, and light hair. Their parents sent them off as soon as they were old enough. When they arrived on the Cryptic Dream, it didn't get any better for them. They only came out of their dorm to work. After a while, Iana was able to convince them to come to her with their problems. But Iana was amazed the first time she say them stand side by side. She thought they could be brothers, they looked so similar. They were the same height, weight, and even had similar voices. When she questioned them about this, they had both said that they never knew each other before they were stationed here. In that meeting she found out a good deal about them. They had both been adopted, thogh they were nevr treated well. Eldoai was raised on a planet on the edge of the elvish control of space, far from Capital. Valian was raised on a pleasure ship, his adoptive parent being the owners. All he said about it was that the only thing people did on the ship was party, usually without any clothing. But then they started on how they had been treated. They were both nearly in tears by the time they finished. They had both been treated little better than slaves, but they didn't show it. They both wondered why their parents abandoned them. Then they had to come on this ship. They had both said that they were generally glad, despite the fact that they were treated poorly still. They had the support if each other. Not just in a physical sence, but more. Connections of minds and souls wern't uncommon for elves, but it usually happened in siblings or in a mentor-student relationship. They had just formed one, out of the blue.
This made Iana curious. Before being stationed on the Cryptic Dream, she had worked for the secret intelligance. She had done things that she wasn't proud of, but she helped in one assignment that she would never forget:
It had been nearlly fourteen years ago. The same age as the boys now, she realized soon after meeting them. A rebellion had been started against the government, the same government that stood today. Elves who looked similar to Valian and Eldoai had always been pushed around, treated as though they were animals, sometimes kept as slaves. So they formed a resistance. It almost overthrew the government. Almost. Near the end for the war, Iana had been part of team of scientist who's goal was very specific: to create a virus that would only harm those of a specific genetic quality. It had completely eradicated the Pale Elves, as they were called. Or so she thought. She jerked out of a daydream and looked down into the opration room. She wondered how and why this virus had emerged nearly fourteen years later, taking these two boys victim.
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