Moon Bride: The Hooman Saga

By C. C. Brower and S. H. Marpel

When another escape pod crash-lands to Earth, a call for searchers goes out to several sentient species to rescue its passenger.

The passenger is human - the search parties are not. 

The previous escape pod brought to Earth one of the most powerful sentients ever known before - and she was human as well. Together with her adoptive wolf pack, they brougth peace to a wide area around them and brought those species into balance once again.

In this escape pod, a message was brought for the first escapee from that moon colony. Her sister is now in as much danger as that she escaped from. 

The idea of somehow launching a rescue across those 248,000 miles of space becomes more vital with every passing day here on Earth. Even with no remaining rockets or ships to lift them out of Earth's heavy gravity.

Excerpt: 

It was near sundown when we found the hooman. It was wearing some sort of shiny skin on it's back, tattered and flapping in the rising wind. Something like a bubble on its head and looked to have curled up to retain its own body-warmth - what was left of it.

This hooman had been walking for three days. We saw several spots where it had rested. And we tried to send to it, to let it know we were just behind it. All we got as a response was that it was there, ahead. So we kept up as fast a pace as possible to catch up.

We also sensed something else ahead of us - on the other side of that hooman. Something wickedly dangerous, something wolves usually avoided. But honoring this urgent request forced us forward. And we found the hooman just before that other threat did.

Just.

Now we two wolves needed both to somehow drag this still-alive hooman to shelter and also keep it from being harvested by that threat - the one that was still coming, and could probably have sensed us already.

Then we saw it in the near-twilight, a dark shadow with the setting sun's last rays behind it.

And so we two wolves crouched in front of that hooman to defend it. Hopefully, one of us would survive to send word back to those who waited there. Waited for word of their urgent request.

While we waited for that threat to find us. Teeth bared and claws ready.

- - - -

"Hello, wolves."

The threat had stopped short of where we crouched.

"I say again - 'Hello, wolves.' May I come to parlay?"

"Who are you, and why should we parlay?"

"I am cousin several times distant from the origin of your urgent request. I also have been searching to find this hooman. I am not hunting you or trying to harvest the hooman for food. The storm is nearly on us. Let us parlay to work together on this request."

I recognized this being now. A great white bear. And a well-mannered, reasoning one. A hungry one would have simply attacked. This was a bear with honor.

"Great one. You are welcome to parlay. Please come closer so we may be certain."

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Living Sensical Press
• Release date: Feb 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386000723

C. C. Brower

A central Midwest author, C. C. has been imagining stories since she was young. Her love of speculative fiction made her a perfect match for Living Sensical parables.  While she likes writing straight-ahead adventure-type stories, she also tries different structures as she collaborates with other co-authors.

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Moon Bride

by C. C. Brower and S. H. Marpel

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

MOON BRIDE

First edition. February 3, 2019.

Copyright © 2019 C. C. Brower and S. H. Marpel.

ISBN: 978-1386000723

Written by C. C. Brower and S. H. Marpel.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Dedication

Moon Bride (The Hooman Saga)

I

II

III

IV

V

VI

VII

VIII

IX

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WHEN ANOTHER ESCAPE pod screams as it crash-lands on Earth, a call for searchers goes out to several sentient species to rescue its passenger.

The passenger is human - the search parties are not.

The previous escape pod brought to Earth one of the most powerful sentients ever known – and she was human as well. Together with her adoptive wolf pack, they brought peace to a wide area around them and brought those species into balance once again.

In this escape pod, a message was brought for the first escapee from that moon colony. Her sister is now in as much danger as that she escaped from.

The idea of somehow launching a rescue across those 248,000 miles of space becomes more vital with every passing day here on Earth. Even with no remaining rockets or ships to lift them out of Earth's heavy gravity.

I

WHEN THE WOLVES ARRIVED, all they found of the meteor was an opening into what looked to the wolves as a round and rocky den, burnt and scarred on the outside from heat. And somehow protected from burning on its inside. Whoever rode in that pod was gone. Snow had started drifting into the opening.

All they could do was report what they'd found, to have it relayed back through the pack-clan network to those who asked. It was a priority request to rescue a rare sentient hooman. And wolves took priority requests seriously - because these only came when it was somehow affecting the survival of the clan and tribe as well as that pack.

While hoomans were distrusted, it was primarily because they were all feral - close-minded. A story had spread of a sentient hooman female adopted into one of the southern packs, but this was commonly chuckled as just another urban legend, no doubt spread by some semi-sentient mangy half-breed who hunted in the offal scraps from one of their settlements.

This reminded us hunters of the stories we'd heard from our birth until now.

Tales often told about the great flying fires that had been sent up into the sky all in one night. There they stayed for awhile in a ring that shone from twilight to daybreak, from eastern horizon to western. And then that ring took off in a string toward the moon and vanished from sight.

Around that time, the hooman illnesses came