Xammy Urgoy was seven years old the first time the universe called to him. He sat at the edge of the cliff overlooking the twin oceans of planet Dory, his small frame dwarfed by the setting suns that painted the sky in violent streaks of red and gold. The wind tossed his dark hair, and his green eyes—so much like his father's—shone with a mix of curiosity and longing.
"Xammy," a deep, raspy voice called. It carried the weight of decades and the warmth of a grandfather he barely knew. Akada Urgoy had arrived, old and frail, his body a tapestry of space scars, each line telling a story of distant galaxies and battles long past.
Xammy jumped to his feet, his small legs trembling with excitement. "Grandpa! You… you came!"
Akada chuckled softly, though his breathing was heavy. "I promised I would, didn't I?" He leaned heavily on his cane, his golden eyes scanning the horizon before resting on Xammy. "There's much to tell you, little one. Sit."
Xammy scrambled to the ground, knees scraping against jagged stones. He leaned forward, eager, heart hammering. His father, Borg, had forbidden him from chasing his grandfather's stories, calling them myths and foolish dreams. But here he was. Akada Urgoy—the legendary space voyager of the Sensen II, the one who had spent decades searching for FIWE—was sitting before him.
"You're too young for this, Xammy," Akada said softly, though his eyes twinkled with mischief. "But it is time you know why we chase the stars. Why your family has always looked beyond the skies."
Xammy's mouth opened, but no words came. Instead, he tilted his head and stared. Seven years old, and already he felt the gravity of a legacy heavier than any planet.
Akada began slowly, "Long ago, humans were bound to Earth. My father, Zoa Urgoy, he was a scientist… obsessed with the unknown. One day, a ship from beyond fell in his yard. He found an alien inside—small, fragile, yet intelligent. It told him of a world… a paradise beyond the stars. We called it FIWE."
Xammy's eyes widened. "FIWE? Like… really real?"
Akada smiled faintly, shaking his head. "We thought so. I believed so. And I have spent more than fifty years of my life chasing it. Many say it is a myth. Perhaps they are right. Perhaps not. But I cannot ignore what I have seen."
The young boy's small hands clenched into fists. "I want to go! I want to find it too!"
Akada's smile softened. "Patience, little one. You cannot rush the stars. One day, it will be your time. But for now… you must learn, train, and wait. You have a gift, Xammy, one your father does not understand fully."
"My gift?" Xammy whispered.
Akada's eyes flickered toward the boy's mother, Maya, who stood a few meters back, her gaze both tender and firm. "Your mother's blood flows in you. Magic, Xammy. A rare ability, stronger than any engine or weapon. It will guide you when the universe seems dark. When others fail… you will succeed."
Xammy shivered, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through him. Magic? He had seen small sparks, tiny flames in his hands when he concentrated, but he had never understood what they meant. Now he did.
His mother stepped closer, kneeling to meet him at eye level. "Your grandfather is right," she said gently. "You are special, my son. But power is only part of the journey. Wisdom, courage, and patience are what make a voyager."
Borg's heavy boots approached, and Xammy froze. His father's arms were crossed, jaw tight. "Xammy," Borg said sternly, "you listen too much to fairy tales. FIWE does not exist, and chasing it will only get you killed."
Xammy looked from Borg to Akada to Maya. His chest tightened, but he nodded politely. "Yes, Father." Yet, inside, a fire had been lit that could not be extinguished.
Akada rested a weathered hand on Xammy's shoulder. "Remember this night, Xammy. Remember why we chase what seems impossible. It is not for glory. It is for discovery, for truth, and for the legacy of those who came before us. One day… you will take the stars into your own hands."
The old man struggled to his feet, groaning as his joints cracked like distant meteors colliding. "I must leave now. There is more to FIWE, clues I have found on Planet Kozo… in the Library Zarky. I will return to you when I can, little one. But until then, train your mind, your body, and your gift. The universe is not kind to the unprepared."
Xammy ran forward, hugging his grandfather tightly. "I'll be ready, Grandpa! I promise!"
Akada's voice was thick with emotion. "I know you will, Xammy. I know you will."Years passed, and Xammy's small body grew stronger, his curiosity never waning. He spent days practicing magic in secret, moving small objects, igniting sparks of light, and learning to control them without alerting his father. He studied star charts, memorized constellations, and tinkered with old schematics left by Akada.
Zoa II, his older brother, grew respected among their peers, disciplined, and serious. He trained to become a general, embodying the order Borg valued. Xammy, on the other hand, found solitude more rewarding than drills. He roamed the cliffs, the forests, and the abandoned shipyards of Dory, dreaming of FIWE and imagining the stars not as distant dots, but as doors waiting to be opened.
On the eve of his seventeenth birthday, the ship he had spent nearly ten years designing in secret stood complete. A vessel small enough to pilot alone, yet strong enough to navigate the dangers of space. His hands hovered over the controls, heart racing with the thrill of freedom. He had studied Akada's star maps, calculated orbital trajectories, and imbued the ship with a few magical modifications from his mother's teachings.
That night, he climbed aboard. The hum of the engines was music to his ears. He adjusted the course toward the void beyond Dory. The stars seemed to shimmer in anticipation.
But before he could lift off, the door to the hangar slammed open. Borg's furious silhouette filled the entrance. "Xammy! What do you think you're doing?!"
Xammy froze, caught between rebellion and respect. "I… I have to go," he said simply.
Borg's anger boiled over. "After all these years of training, all this preparation? You would throw it away for a fairy tale?"
With a single wave of his hand, Borg activated the ship's failsafes. Sparks flew. The engines roared and died. Smoke filled the cabin. The vessel, nearly a decade in the making, was destroyed.
Xammy's fists clenched. Years of work… gone. Rage and grief coiled inside him. "No… this isn't the end!" he whispered, eyes burning with determination.
At that moment, the hangar's shadow shifted. A frail, familiar figure entered, supported by a cane. Akada, old and sick, had returned. His eyes, golden and steady, met Xammy's. "I see… the fire in you has not dimmed," he said softly. "Listen carefully, my child. I found something on Kozo. Clues… about FIWE. And I… I won't have time to pursue them further."
Akada beckoned Xammy closer, whispering the secrets of his quest, the knowledge of the Library Zarky, and the hints that could lead to FIWE. "You… you must continue what I started. The universe waits for those brave enough to seek it."
Xammy nodded, swallowing his tears. "I will… Grandpa. I swear it."
Akada's hand rested briefly on Xammy's shoulder, then he slumped to the floor, exhausted. The old voyager's last words were a blessing, a torch passed to his young grandson.
The next morning, Xammy found himself at the hangar again. His mother, Maya, waited with a small pack of supplies. Borg and Zoa II were there as well, standing tall and stern.
"You have our blessings," Maya said, her voice soft but firm. "Use your skills wisely. And… may your grandfather's dream guide you."
Borg's expression softened ever so slightly. "Don't make us regret this," he muttered, but there was no longer anger—only concern.
Zoa II scowled, muttering about responsibility, but Xammy only laughed. The thrill of freedom and destiny coursed through him. The stars were his now, the void calling, and the adventure of a lifetime had begun.
He climbed aboard a ship provided by Borg, packed with supplies, and prepared for his first step toward reclaiming Sensen II, the legendary ship of his grandfather, and continuing the quest for FIWE—the paradise world that could change everything.
And in that moment, Xammy Urgoy, half-human, gifted with magic, and burning with the fire of legacy, became a true space voyager.