From today to next week, I will be making rapid postings about the four leading characters of Seeds. I am doing this quickly because I have already done this in my old blog, The Gongreash Void (a blog which has now turned into rubbish). Oh and by the way, anonymous comments are now allowed in this blog.
We start with Alia, the main protagonist of the novel. The following is an excerpt from the novel describing how Alia looks like.
“You're growing up pretty quick,” said Chicaner, “your records show that you are fourteen years old now. You really have blossomed into a pretty young girl.”
“Thanks.”
“You know, you are the only girl on this planet who has green eyes, and that's real novelty.” Chicaner peered at Alia and then said, “Aren't they going to cut your hair? It's touching your shoulders and it's starting to curl up.”
“I don't want to cut my hair, I like it like this,” said Alia as she stroked the back of her own hair.
“Don't get me wrong, I like your ginger hair, it's nice,” said Chicaner as she cocked her head, making the frontal sides of her straight brunette hair, which had tips that would touch her shoulders, hang away from her temples. Alia found that her hair was gradually shorter in length towards the back of her head. Her hair must have been cut by more skillful hands than those inside the prison institute. “But you have to look neat, understand? Cut your hair.”
Alia squirmed at her spot but said nothing.
“You should change your robe and your trousers too, they look dirty. Why does the prison supply white clothes anyway? They get dirty very easily.”
Alia took a glance at her white robe and white trousers. They don't look that dirty, thought Alia.
Alia's journey is littered with many unfortunate misadventures. The following excerpt describes a scene of her meeting with some trouble.
Then she heard a shallow hum. She was about to tell herself that it was probably nothing when the hum grew louder and louder. It was coming from behind her. She peered around. It was coming from the tunnel. No no no, her mind whispered. It cannot be.
Then a sound of solemn electronic beep.
She gasped. It's them! thought Alia. The robots that were chasing me, all the way from the Enclave! She ran.
She scuttled out of the fenced area, and headed for a crumbled building just across the street outside the fence. She leaped above a rumbled concrete wall and hid at the corner, crouching. Then she took a tiny peek through the cracks of the broken wall. The floating machine appeared from the tram tunnel, its presence noted with a continues quick oscillating hum. It glided to the tram and hovered there. It made the solemn electronic beep again. Then another appeared from the tunnel. Those must be the two that were chasing me, thought Alia. But then another emerged from the tunnel. Three! Now there are three of them!
The following excerpt tells a little more of her character.
The day finally came when a breeze passed through the flower during its late bloom. The plant shivered in the passing breeze, freeing its seeds into the night air.
“Beautiful,” murmured Alia, her hands clasped to the freezing metal bars of her prison cell window while she was standing on her bed. She had been watching the little white seeds float ever since they had left their parent. She could feel it: floating across the plains like the soon to be seedlings. How wonderful it would be if she were one of the seeds, her mind whispered, to be able to glide into a new world and start a new life.
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