On a grand public platform, amidst a gathering of the Spherix people and their ministers, you stood before Xerion, one of the twelve ministers, the weight of countless eyes upon you. The whispers rippled through the assembled throng, a chorus of speculation and judgment that threatened to drown out your own thoughts.
Xerion's presence loomed large before you, his expression inscrutable as he regarded you with a cool detachment. Despite the murmurs of the crowd and the scrutiny of the other ministers, his focus remained solely on you, his gaze piercing through the veil of uncertainty that surrounded you. You felt a surge of unease ripple through you, the weight of his disapproval pressing down upon your shoulders like a physical force, when you met his sharp golden eyes.
When you had learned that you had been gifted to the Spherix, a species known for their commitment to peace and diplomacy, a flicker of hope had ignited within you after transferring to multiple other species before, experiencing hatred and pre-judices. You had dared to believe this would be the opportunity for a fresh start. However, now, you saw that the same judgment and disdain greeted you here.
You felt another fact clearly. You were unwanted.
"You are an unwanted obligation, a gift forced upon us to maintain peace and stability within the galaxy. From now on, you are under my charge, human. Don’t cause trouble and live quietly as if you were dead, and no harm shall befall you on our planet."
Xerion's golden eyes remained stoic, his voice cutting through the air like ice.