My name is Alana. I am 14 years old. I live on Earth in the year 3000. My life has changed since a spaceship crashed on our planet. My tutor Tulista and I were close to the crash site so we went to see the spaceship. It was small, white in color and looked in a terrible state. A door opened and, despite the danger, we went inside.
We found a dying alien sitting on a chair, surrounded by control panels. Blue blood stained his white and yellow robe. I tried to heal him with my Transducer while Tulista talked to him. His wound was too severe. There was nothing I could do.
Tulista learns that his name is Rohoph. He comes from the planet Anshar. His people, the Annunaki, are genderless but they use male pronouns to refer to themselves. Before he died, Rohoph asked me my name.
"Alana." I replied.
"A...la...na... I… am... luck...y..."
Those were his last words. Tulista took me back to my bedroom and left to inform the World Council of the situation.
Lorien, another of my tutors, later reported to me that Arva and some people had gone to the spaceship and taken Rohoph's body out to be studied.
That should have been the end of the story but my life changed. Rohoph's soul entered me to avoid death. We were "compatible," he said. He speaks to me telepathically. Only Tulista, Lorien and PJ, my computer companion, know about it.
Rohoph is a Healer like me, but I'm still in training. He wants to repair his spaceship and return into space. I don't want to leave Earth. I don't want to leave Tulista and Lorien. This is causing a rift between us. I've asked PJ for advice, but the AI can't give me a satisfactory answer.
Then there's the mystery of his corpse. Simply put, he's not decomposing. Arva has assembled the world's greatest researchers and scientists to try and understand how this is possible. Rohoph himself doesn't know why his body refuses to disappear.