Myrdok

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The suns were setting on the horizon of Myrdok, one behind the other, a phenomenon that occurs once every century or so. We sat, watching from behind the one tree on the one parcel of land that existed on this planet; it was entirely aquatic otherwise. The sun sat perfectly on the base of where the branches met the tree trunk and it was quite the show. Rightfully so, considering the amount of money it cost to view this once in a lifetime occurrence. The purple waters stained pink where the light from both suns hit the water. Unlike the waters on some of the other planets I had seen, like Jomein and Earth, the waters here were uniform; the waves were ripples of the exact same magnitude and slopped onto the shore of the small island at the same rate. Soon this kind of trip would be impossible, as the years carried on, the waters had slowly eroded away the island that once was a large land mass. Soon, there would be nothing left. The clouds here were more vertical than those on my home planet of Jaar. Each cloud strained towards whatever celestial body was visible in the sky so at the moment the mauve and bright orange clouds reached towards the setting suns as though they were trying to hold them there just a bit longer. The nights on this planet were much longer than days. By Earthan standards, daylight lasted around five hours and night lasted almost three full days. As sunset turned to dusk, the creatures of the planet began to awaken from the depths of the waters and their bioluminescent scales illuminated the world beneath us. A fully aquatic city lay beneath the surface of the water, but the borders to this area were quite strict in order to protect the people and the structure of their society. Newcomers were seldom allowed in, only after very thorough background checks were few of those from the outside world allowed in, even to just visit. Myrdok was home to the Menea species, a people that inspired legends on many planets. On Jaar, they were known as the Molphiins; on Stakaar, they were the Kolgills; on Earth, the Merpeople. They were beautiful creatures, humanish from the waist up and varied versions of aquatic life below. However, centuries of being hunted led them to be incredibly cautious and so only once in a while were people allowed to visit the planet and that too, after they paid a substantial fee - reparations - as they liked to call it.