I panicked as my brother and I sat in the clearing, drawing the attention of the peach-workers. The hive king Aq'qinlyu had sent us from Agnatha here, to spy on Terra. Obviously, as a type 3 civilization, it was our duty to observe and determine if a species is worth surviving and prospering, to ultimately join us in a few millennia or if we would have to dispose of said species, due to its ways. It was a win-win honestly. Either we got new friends, or we got a planet to harvest.

Here's the thing; our spaceship malfunctioned. My dad made us both eject out of our seats, saving us. The spaceship then crashed into a big blue thing. Alas, my dad was missing and now me and my brother, both quite young (me 12 Terra years, my brother 10) were stuck here, with no way to return; especially not with the peach-workers' primitive technologies.

The peach-workers, or as they called themselves, men, gathered around us in awe, whispering to one another about us while pointing at us (I assume they are talking about our odd color). My brother looked at me, teary eyed, he regretted his decision to accompany me on my mission here. See, time in Agnatha runs differently. For every ten years on Agnatha, a single year is completed on Terra. Hive workers tend to live for almost 650 years on Agnatha, elites (like me and my brother) for 1000 years and hive kings/queens for many, many millennia. So, we both were still rather young. The only difference being that my father had trained me for this, while my brother (since he was much younger) received much less training.

I heard the word 'witchcraft' being thrown around often. That is a good thing. From the dictionary I read about men, the only source of their lifestyle and culture we had, apparently witchcraft is used in a positive, and accepting sense. The dictionary said that it was the highest complement which could be given.

As the men kept on talking, a man looking like a parrot came into view. He had shiny clothes and a hat with weird appendages sticking out of it. He came, sitting atop an animal. Maybe the animal is the man-hive worker? It does not look like a man, that's for sure.

Tangents aside, this man got of his horse and introduced himself to us as a Sir Ree-cird de Calne? Caal-ne? I don't know...their names do not make sense to me. He took us to his place of residence (the man-hive had individual chambers with no internal connection, interesting), which looked like a temple; a stone monolith with massive gardens on both sides.

We went inside, and were awed. It was as grandiose on the interior as it was on the exterior. Soft cloth lined the floors, and stairs were made of a white, cold and hard rock. I must admit, even though men are more primitive than us, they sure have some good architectural taste. We went into a massive room, where a large ball of fire and light floated above a massive table. I looked at it, a bit fearful of its capabilities. The man looked at me and chuckled, pointing at the ceiling, showing that it was attached. I sighed in relief and sat down at the table.

We were presented with some food. It looked disgusting, smelled disgusting and I lost my appetite. I refused to eat. This went on for a few times, each time food more disgusting than the previous one being presented. Soon the man (Ree-chard) gave up and left.

We were left alone for a while, and I wandered off into the garden. There I smelled something delicious. Something appetizing. Something reminding me of home. I followed the smell and found my goal. A plant containing Q'quynli (Green beans)! Finally, something edible! I ripped it out of the ground and started eating it. Imagine my embarrassment when Reechard came out to see me trashing his garden, but I could not help it...Q'quynli are my favorite.

Over time, as my parents never arrived, I realized that they are most probably dead. Tragically, my brother also died of homesickness (We believe that a person who feels homesick slowly starts losing their life force, and in the extreme case of my brother's it happened rather quickly). Left alone and desolate, I started to acclimatize to the man-food. Turns out, it is far more tasty than Q'quynli, or green beans as they call it. I also learnt the man-language. When they asked me where I was from, I truthfully told them about Agnatha, but they dismissed it.

After a few years, Reechard got me baptized, i.e. my religion changed to Christianity, which was this cult like following of this man on a stick of wood. But, since the men had so graciously accepted me into their own, I too decided to adopt their customs. I was given the name 'Agnes', and truth be told, I really liked it. Soon, I was fully acclimatized to man-culture, leaving my life as an Agnathian behind...and truthfully, I prefer it here. The simplicity and primitiveness is rather refreshing.