Manhattan is a extremely noisy metropolis, always, all the time. But it seems to be too tiny a city to hold such immense secrets...


Their clan lived in the middle of Manhattan, the heart you could say. They could camouflage themselves as humans in society, but that's not what they were, not humans. They were fond of the dark and obscurity because it hid what they had to hide. The energy that kept them alive pulsed through them like a train that refuses to halt no matter what. But they were not humans. Not at all.


Evelyn Quintessa Ivaylo paced the halls of her academy intolerantly. The energy in body rippled, so she struggled to soothe herself with calming exercises. If the energy that kept her alive got a good deal too excessive she would detonate. Most of her kind believed it was a myth, but Evelyn knew it was factual .She was simply more experienced than the rest of them. However, at the moment she was concerned about what the administrator was going to say about her appearance in the human world without her proper training.


The Academy was all about learning the ways of humans and how to blend in with them. Without the training they needed, things could go hideously, unpleasantly wrong. Though it was a tradition throughout their kind to go up and make a minor scene when they were sixteen, Evelyn knew she wouldn’t be excused. Her father was a general, so she didn’t see him much, but everybody seemed to demand more of her and her little brother than everybody else.


“Alright, Miss Ivaylo you are free to go, “the administrator informed Evelyn, like she was a prisoner, when they were done with the scolding. Evelyn mumbled a thank-you and virtually shot out of the room, resembling a bullet. She had to get home or Owen would forget to feed himself ...again.


Owen Zeke Ivaylo was eleven years old and a scientist. Since their species’ aged significantly slower than normal beings, in human years Owen would be about three hundred years old. Owen had a staggering mind after all these years and was the leader Ilta - the general name of their species- in the laboratory.


“Hey, how was the screeching?” Owen insisted on inquiring.

“Fine, fine, he wasn’t all that infuriated with me. What are you working on now?” Owen was always working on something original. Though it almost never enthralled her, she asked because he adored discussions about whatever it was.


“All right, so you already know about how we Ilta species are made up of plasma, advanced technology, and energy. Even though we look, in our true form, exactly like humans, right?” he all but shouted.

Evelyn rolled her eyes. All newborn Ilta’s learned that their first day at the Academy. “Duh, Obviously I know that, what am I, brainless ?” she fumed. Owen shot her an aching fixed stare that silenced her instantaneously. To be unintelligent in their society was a curse and disgraceful thing for the family sector.


“No...... I can’t imagine that....and don’t say that again, they cannot help what they are” Owen replied gravely. Evelyn was hushed, thinking he was so young to be so old. He continued as if it didn’t happen “Yes, well, we are working on a way so that we can become human.... for those that want to......” he mused.


Evelyn froze. Human? That couldn’t be feasible.....and even if it was.... who would want that? To die so young and have so many frivolous worries. To have wars and pollution and weapons and malevolent combinations and enemies? Nothing was worth that, Evelyn was certain about that. Exceedingly certain.