Armhianthia by Arbhin Cioc (best novels for students txt) 📕

fly off to this new planet. Report the results to a manual then fly back home. Thirty years later. But Parce had a background of laying demands on the sides and dictate otherwise for himself. He quickly set a new course, a double course, to this new object.
Not much later the other results came in. This was a glowing rock, floating in the universe without guide. The first results were amazing already. The distances were right. It was moving. Not towards, but away from Parces vessel. Not fast enough not to fly in to it, but the course it had set now, would mean Parce would pass it some miles away. But now, Parce was destined to find out all he could of this flying rock.
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Two hours later, the rock was close enough to make out some estimated calculations on its size. After running some tests the results were astonishing. It was supposed to be the size of quarter earth size. Roaming free across the universe, a strange comet. “No, this was no comet,” Parce thought, “This is more a planet. But without live. Without a sun too.”
No meteor, no comet. No planet either, for it had no sun, but it was definitely far from being a star. Parce prepared the vessel for a landing. He was destined.
First thing he needed to do, before he could start the real landing procedure, was cleaning. The cabin was a mess with little things laying around. And as far as it was flying, it was no problem. But if the vessel would have to turn, all those things would fly anywhere. Parce started to clean. Half an hour he sat back at the chair, satisfied of his work he had done. Looking to the floor behind him, one more time, he turned and flashed his fingers over the buttons. The screen turned into a massacre of screens opening and closing. The engines inside the vessel changed tune. The monotone rumbling ended. After two years, Parce finally heard it back again. The floor rumbled and as Parce locked the seatbelt, he felt something tucking him. Trying to take him off the chair, taking the chair with him. Now the synthetic gravity of the forwards trusted vessel was lifted, things started to lose weight. Pushing his arms back to the panel, with strong effort, he made his way over the buttons to process the landing. Some hours later he was standing still. The screen went blank and he took the belts off, from the chair.
Feeling light, he walked down the cabin. Every step taking longer than normal. He descends down the shaft, to the door. The tests had shown enough air to breath normally. Good chance to refresh the oxygen supply inside the vessel and get new food.
Parce let himself into the pressure chamber, between the outside and the inside door, waited for the pressure to slowly level itself to the outside pressure then let the door open after the light gave green light. For first in two years he saw fresh air, green grass and trees. He stared over this new view for some moment with a hint of emotions. His mind tried to remember a place in his memory. A place on earth that looked like this, but there was nothing. The Horizon was never that low on earth. The trees never stood that crooked. The vegetable had nothing like grass features in them, though they were a slight colour of green, they had a brown strike in them. As Parce gently steps off the vessel, he feels the grass with his cloved hand. It felt hard. Grass back on earth would have given away, then slowly go back to position, but this grass simply refused to give away that easily. Looking further something tucked his mind. He studied the area in search for all this new phenomenon The trees were not tall, mostly never more then twice Parces size. And a bit wrecked in statue. Never standing tall and as gracious as on earth, but they were never the less trees. Wood, leaves, and nerves in the outside of the trees, where the bark of the tree burst in the trees growth. Other vegetables were about, bushes grass and other small weed. Parce took some hours to examine all. Thenwent back to his vessel to get some food and take his camera. This was really something to get back to earth. Sitting inside, he ran his experiences through his head. The strange behavior of the grass, the trees were easy to explain. The planet he was on now was smaller then earth, By means the atmosphere was smaller and the trees too. The grass had that strange brownish nerve inside, that was a strange thing. The rest of the weeds were uncommon for Parce, but he was no herbalist, he did not know all the strange weeds on earth, so he couldn’t know which weed was strange and which was not. He shook his head, this was no earth, everything here is supposed to be strange.
After the eating he went back outside with his camera. Looking again out of the doorway, he suddenly looked up at the sky. A silvery light was over the whole sky, no clouds no sun. Everything was the same grey-silver colour. And light seem to seep through it, giving off strange shadows. He hadn’t realized this before, for every planet is supposed to have a sun to turn around by. And stepping into the open, had him never realized this planet was a solemn stranger in a wide universe, moving his way in a un prearranged schedule. No sun, no star, no moons. Then, where did the light come off from?
He took his camera and shot at the sky, this was a question for the professors back home. He took a look at the screen, the picture he just had made. It was a stale grey picture. He had to make one more, with some trees on it. So it was clear, this was no ordinary failed picture. He took a shot from the trees with a large amount of sky with it. Then he moved to the grass. He took some pictures of the strange new species of grass, that he just discovered. A voice in his mind told him he was to have grass named after him: Parce grass.
With a grin he got back to work. Till he had to go to sleep. No difference in the light gave any sign of day or night rhythm. He went back to his vessel to have a night sleep. After closing the door of the vessel behind him, he waited for the pressure to get back on level again, then got through the second door, into the small shaft leading to his cabins. The lights in the screen cabin had set to night already. The screen he had set to blank, to save energy, so he had no idea what time it was. But he didn’t care. Some hours sleep would be enough. He was too enthusiastic to really sleep for long anyway. He laid himself down on the bed. Realicing he was still clothed, he took off his uniform and cloves. He inspected the cloves for damages as was his routine and his uniform for any insects or traces of damage. Besides four streaks on one of the cloves, it was all alright.
He put the uniform on the chair, in front of the screen. His muscles were well used today, and for the first time in two years, he had sweat. The faint glow of the lights reflected on his bare muscles. Too tired to care for sleeping clothing, he let himself lay back on the bed again and slept.

He woke finding the lights in the cabin changed to daylight setting. He had no idea how long they had been this way, but since they were on full light, it must have been an hour at least. He guessed that it should have been eight o clock morning, earth time. He took his uniform again and dressed for going outside.
Some little moments later he passed the kitchen cabin and after taking th caffeine straw, he went for the outside doors again. Standing in the pressure room, he waited for the green light to glow again, but when the outside door opened he was up for a surprice. The outside that he had left the night before, wasn’t as it was now. The trees were gone, the grass was still the same, but he had landed in the mid of a green spot. Still nothing was the way it was as he had left it the night before.
With a mind filled with questions, he stepped down to this new space.
Had the vessel been moved by something? Or did the trees move on their own?
He tried to study his new surroundings. Made new pictures making sure he took the pictures at almost the same place as he did the previous day. To make sure they understood at home that things had changed.
A sting in his foot made him look down. He took his leg up and saw a piece oof grass peaking inside it. In all his efforts to inspect his uniform, he had not took a glance at his boots. This tough grass had apparently worn his shoes. And now a little hole was there, to make this grass get through it. Even though it was a surprisingly small change for one straw to get through this small hole, there was a large amount of grass.
He took the grass out of his shoe and looked at it once more. Now he had it up close, he saw the details better. The nerve was not really brown, it was more a streak of red. Almost the colour of dried blood. He let the piece of grass fell to the surface, where it vanished amid the rest of the grass.
He took a second look at the little hole, then realized it was better to be precautious. He walked back to the vessel for a new pair of boots. But half way he felt another sting in his other foot this time. And there, again was a piece of grass in his shoe. Feeling a sting of warning, he walked back to the vessel, a bit quicker. Some meters away from the vessel he felt another sting, and something tucking his foot.
With a glance, he saw the grass trying to take a hold of his foot. His other foot was almost prone to the same. Pulling his leg in, with more effort he got his foot free. He walked stronger, instead of running, pulling his leg in, with every step. Reaching the steps of his vessel, he saw a bit of blood coming from his shoe. Apparently, those grasses had pierced and scratched his feet to the skin, this time.
In the pressure compartiment, he took off his shoes, to examine the damage. To his surprise his feets weren’t scratched.