Delta Quadrant, 850 Years Ago

The smell of burning wafted through the air, carried on a delicate breeze so contrary to the chaos left in its wake. Coming to another building, it understood that something terrible had happened. These people were angry, the rage directed towards the breeze that was no longer a breeze.

Maybe they misunderstood? they thought as their feet formed and touched the solid ground. This process of learning was still evolving and there were many things they could not fully comprehend. Some things, though, were instinctual, like right now they understood that they were in danger.

It was time to go. And yet, they felt… they felt something they did not have a word for. It was an aching. They should have fled but they did not. With a face that mirrored the ones approaching, they wondered how best to proceed.

That thought was the last one they had the ability to form and be aware of.

Everything went black.

Time passed.

~Mischief Maker