Lucas looked up at his father, his eyes brimming with emotion. "But how? You know Trivia is strong, stronger than I am, and he's currently ruling the planet. He has the whole of Kron at his disposal."
"Listen to me, Lucas," Elvis said, his voice growing urgent. "The key to your victory lies in your heart. You might think you're weak, but you're not, my child. You are special and unique; your alpha energy is different from Trivia's. It's like nothing we've ever seen before. Never forget, you have the heart of a king. Now get the alpha box quickly; time is running out."
Lucas nodded, a fierce determination rising within him. "I'll get the alpha box," he said.
"Be wary, my son," Elvis warned. "Trivia will stop at nothing to kill you. He will send his armies, his assassins, and his most cunning spies. But remember, he cannot match the strength of your spirit, the fire that burns in your soul. You are the true heir to the throne, the rightful king of our people."
As he spoke, Elvis's form began to fade, his image wavering in the sunlight.
Lucas awoke with a start, his heart racing as the memories of his dream flooded through him. He sat up, his eyes scanning the van, wondering where he was.
The sound of footsteps approached, and Sam appeared with a concerned look on his face. "Are you alright?" Sam asked, his voice laced with worry.
Startled, Lucas jumped and assumed a fighting stance. "Who are you?" Lucas asked.
"Easy now," Sam said, stepping back with his hands raised. "My name's Sam. I brought you out from the wrecked ship when you were unconscious. I saw your ship and went straight to it. Please, I mean no harm," Sam gestured toward the table, where a bowl of broth and a slice of bread sat waiting.
"There, you can have something to eat. You need your strength back, and you can tell me how you ended up in the ship," Sam said.
Feeling a bit more at ease, Lucas walked up to the table and sat down. He grabbed the bread and started eating. He nodded as he sipped the broth, the warmth easing his aches and pains.
Sam joined him at the table. "I see you're enjoying the meal. Now, can you tell me where you're from?" Sam asked. Lucas paused, staring at Sam but eventually spoke up.
"I'm from another galaxy called Kronax. I'm the heir to the throne of Kron. I was crowned king the same day my father went into slumber, but after a few days, I lost the throne to my older brother in a duel. He had escaped from prison. Now he rules Kron and tried to kill me, but I escaped with the help of a friend and my father's special adviser. And now here I am," Lucas explained.
"You're from another planet, far from Earth. You're an alien, a strong one at that. According to my observation, you're humanoid," Sam said, rubbing his chin with a curious look on his face.
"It's obvious, you dummy," Lucas muttered.
"Wow, the color of your pupils! They're gold, and the texture of your skin looks like ours but as strong as steel. Nice, that explains why you survived such a crash," Sam said, inspecting Lucas.
Lucas jolted up as if remembering something. "The alpha box! Where's the alpha box?" Lucas asked.
"The alpha box?" Sam repeated, his eyebrows furrowing. "I've never heard of it. What is it?"
Lucas took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "The alpha box is an ancient artifact, a powerful relic from my world. It's capable of absorbing and storing energy that can be given to another. It was in the ship. Did you see it? I need to find it. It's the only way to save my people and stop Trivia's reign of terror."
Sam considered this, his gaze thoughtful. "I didn't see anything resembling what you described when I rescued you. I don't know if I can help you, but I can take you to where your ship crashed, if that would be okay."
"Yes, that would be great," Lucas replied calmly.
"You know, you haven't told me your name," Sam said.
"Lucas. The name's Lucas," he replied with a straight face.
"Okay then, sit tight. Let's head down the road," Sam said. Walking over to the driver's seat, he sat down and started the van.
The two drove off, heading back to the woods where Lucas's ship had crashed. Upon arriving, they could hear the sounds of people moving in the woods.
"I guess we were a bit late," Sam said. "Let's get a bit closer."
They snuck through the woods, edging closer to where the noise was coming from. Lucas, eager to retrieve the alpha box, was ready to launch straight in, but at the last minute, he was pulled back by Sam.
"Lay low and watch what they're doing. You can't just jump in, even if you know the place well. These people are nothing to joke about. They work for a company called RAY TECH. They are responsible for inventions and capturing aliens like yourself. They are also in cooperation with the government. Trust me, you don't want them on our backs," Sam said.
"When you say government, do you mean the ruler of this planet?" Lucas asked.
"If you understand it that way, yes, that's what I mean," Sam replied, still peeking at the agents.
A convoy of military vehicles had arrived, soldiers pouring out of the trucks as they fanned out across the woods. They moved quickly, their breath billowing in the cold air as they searched the wreckage of the ship, their faces hidden behind gas masks and night vision goggles.
They found the remnants of the ship, the metal scorched and twisted by the impact. One soldier, a man with a severe expression, raised his hand in a signal.
"This is the one," he said, his voice harsh against the silence of the night. "Strip it down and transport it back to headquarters. We need to know what this is."
The soldiers obeyed without question, fanning out around the wreckage, their hands moving with the efficiency of trained professionals. Within minutes, the ship had been dismantled, the pieces loaded onto the trucks and driven away into the night.
The man watched as the last of the trucks disappeared, the moonlight casting a cold, hard light across his face. "Something's not right," he said, his voice low.
The man was General Peter, the head of the Earth's defense forces. He was known for his shrewd mind and ruthless tactics, his presence enough to strike fear into even the most hardened of his subordinates.
Peter turned to his second-in-command, a tall, broad-shouldered man named Captain John. "I want surveillance on the crash site," he ordered. "I don't like the feel of this. Something tells me we're not dealing with a meteor or a downed satellite."
John nodded, his expression grim. "Sweep the area," Peter said, his eyes narrowing. "If there's any sign of survivors, I want them brought in for questioning."
John saluted, the moonlight glinting off his insignia. "Yes, sir," he said, turning to the soldiers at his command. "You heard the general. Sweep the area and report any signs of life back to me."
As the soldiers dispersed, Peter turned his attention back to the forest, the dark trees casting long shadows across the land. The soldiers moved through the forest like a pack of wolves, their weapons raised and ready. The wind rustled through the branches, sending a chill down their spines.
But even with their heightened senses, they failed to notice the faint trail of footprints leading away from the wreckage and the presence of Lucas and Sam.
Lucas sneaked through the forest like a tiger, ready to launch a laser blast at the soldiers, but he noticed his attempts weren't working.
"Shit, I forgot I got zapped of my powers, but still, I can take them on. I'll get one as a hostage and interrogate him. He'll tell me where their headquarters is," Lucas whispered.
"That's no use," Sam, who was nearby, said. "Look, you're outnumbered. Even if you were strong, they've got weapons that could send you to hell on the spot. I know a friend who knows his way around this city. I say we head to him. We could get the information you need from him and also find your box. Besides, you're not fully recovered. Let's head back to the van. We'll contact him first thing in the morning." With that, Sam headed for the van.
Lucas followed Sam reluctantly, knowing this was no planet of his. It would be wise to roll with those who know their way around. They both quickly find their way out of the forest heading back to the van, when they arrived at the van they got into the it and drove off headed for Steven.