In a passage of Surak’s teachings–one infrequently referenced and, thus, lesser known–he wrote of meeting a being who, on the outset, looked like a Vulcan and spoke like a Vulcan and, for all intents and purposes, was a member of the Vulcan race.
Except for how they were not.
This being thus spoke to him and told him of an oncoming era of logic and peace for the planet, of how Surak himself would be the one to bring it into fruition from the fields soaked with war and uncontrollable emotions.
For most Vulcan scholars, the being is presumed to be a metaphor: Surak’s own convictions manifesting as an animate being.
They would be wrong.
On planet Earth, such an incident would harken back to the Old Testament–eerily parallel with certain narratives of prophets meeting with their God.
They would also be wrong…
… but not as much.
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She appears from the desert, unkempt and dusted liberally with the red sand of the planet, dark hair chopped unevenly. She does not wear shoes, her robes faded and dirty and far too large, sleeves dangling beyond her fingertips.
The surveyors are on the outskirts of the city, planning future developments in such a way as not to harm the environment, when she happens upon them.
She follows in the footsteps of a massive sehlat, which is alarming. She smiles when she sees them, which is even more alarming.
Vulcan children of her age should have already learned to control their emotions.
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The sehlat will not be separated from her. It growls and snarls whenever they try to approach, tusks large and sharp and threatening.
Bulk alone, it is the largest sehlat that the zoologists have ever encountered. There are scars on the sehlat and it is missing part of an ear, a fearsome creature who has not only survived many fights but also won them.
Except for the gentle and almost fond way it brushes against the child, they would consider it completely wild. As it is, they decide not to separate the two.
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There are no children currently undertaking their Kahs-wan, nor does she match any of the descriptions for those who failed to be found after the allotted ten days.
Children are precious, this is logical: they are the future of any civilization, and must be protected while they are vulnerable.
That no one can identify this child has progressed through illogical and into concerning.
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She does not speak.
She does not know how to speak.
She reaches out, seeking contact, seeking the only means of communication she has. Vulcans are touch-telepaths, but such a method is generally only used amongst family or in dire situations.
This is a dire situation.
But even the healer who accepts her touch cannot understand what it is she is trying to convey. Her thoughts are unorganized, feelings more than words, images of the desert and the night sky and the massive sehlat that are less than helpful.
She has no memory of anything–anyone–else.
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A/N: I’ve been rereading some Star Trek fic (as I do) and remembered an ST fic idea I had many moons ago and wanted to return to it for a bit. Maybe I’ll continue it? I dunno…
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