Fiction:Realities Altered/Florabound

''The story of a lone, peculiar Rianth left marooned upon a godforsaken world, dominated by gargantuan plantlife and titanic monsters that roamed hungrily for soft, bloodied flesh. With his friends and allies out of sight and his ability to manipulate the pool of essence dampened simply by the soil of this hell, he must continue onwards or become a forgotten mark at the jaws of the predators of this distant planet.

Descent
Conceptualize the accustomed image of a stone, no larger nor smaller than the palm of your hand. It fits perfectly within the grip of your five fingers, capable of fulfilling the role of a ball of sorts. You can feel its compact weight rest within your grasp, your fingers moving over its secure, unshakable exterior that acts as skin or armour. You decide to catapault this crag from your hand, witnessing its fast, inevitable course towards tranquil, placid aqua. Resting upon this liquidated calmness, an insect plated in a thin, frail excuse of an exoskeleton, sporting a respectable pair of exquisite wings, perfectly designed for maneuvering through an aerial environment filled with hazards such as rogue debris and other members of its perfectly-sustained kind.

Now, imagine that instead of observing a hand-sized, dregged stone making its descent towards water, you are observing an object that estimates between your average car and your average two-story home in size. The object is decorated with magnificent, radiant formations of organic, crystalline construction that appear to seemingly protude or bulge from the ragged, callous flesh of this awkward, uneven sphere. Instead of making its descent towards peaceful water, it boldly cruises with no intent or purpose towards the subject that our insect represents; a private vessel, constructed of alloy plates laid upon a brittle chassis of steel and iron, protecting its diverse array of passengers from the infinite void of nothingness that they roamed through. However, even with automated barriers of energy, the vessel would not have stood a chance against its assailant. In a violent display of undirected aggression, the massive sphere of alien ore found its way tumblings towards the craft for a minute or so before, like a knife, penetrating the barriers that were supposed to protect this vulnerable boat.

The next few minutes were entertained with chaos and discord. Consistent cycles of rotation made the passengers onboard the agitated vessel feel disorientated and sick, unsuspecting or perhaps all-too-knowing of their fate as the ship's plated armour began to tear away, burning into pieces of torn, incinerated shrapnel as the atmosphere engulfed it mercilessly. Like an open, bloodied wound being provoked, its chassis began to tear further from the sheer force of its descent. It spun in vertical circles constantly, its weakened interior no match for the forces at work. Already ablaze, the ship's skeleton gave way; one had become two. In one direction, a ball as hot as inferno itself was launched towards the open, tranquil blue. In the other direction, a crater of considerable size and depth had been birthed from the descending wreckage that was once the rear end of the vessel, which was now dispersed across many miles between one another, either completely destroyed or lost to either the expansive blue or the all-embracing green.

Crawling from the steaming indent caused by the collision of the debris striking the ground, a figure. He was of short size, with short fur that coated the entirety of his body aside from one of his left limbs and a set of long, drooped ears that swayed behind him. His left arm appeared to be unnatural in origin, constructed of materials and alloys apparently alien to this domestic world, dominated by lush trees and ambrosial grass. If there was no burning pit behind him, it would have been perfect for some form of natural reserve or conservation area. As he stood up, laxing his shoulders he had a concerned, if not scared, look on his face. He was alone. No corpses, nobody. He was truly on his own, isolated amongst the green.

"Guys...?"

As he called out, a tone of nervousness and fluster in his trembling, stuttering voice, there was no coherent response that he had heard before. He would have expected somebody to have responded in words known to him, or even a hint of a voice that he could recognize. But there was no such response. Instead, as he looked over the side of the pit that the debris had created upon its aggressive course downwards, he saw strangers. They were not much smaller than him, though they certainly appeared physically different if one was to consider their mouthless faces, their large eyes and the sprouting leaves that protuded from the top of their spherical heads. They were a vibrant red in colouration and they looked just as confused as he did, although they were not alone as they had appeared in a group of at least 5 or 6. As if to reply to his call, one of the creatures stepped forward and uttered a single, short and simple word.

"Mikmik."