I could tell it by the looks in their eyes, they were scared. At first, they were entranced by all the colors, who wouldn't be? But then, when they stopped, the full reality hit them square between the eyes. We aren't like them. All the unanswered questions that swarm their minds need to be filled with some sort of explanation. They've found none, so terror takes over.
A scream sears the ears of everyone around. An adult, of course. Always the first ones to "figur it out". For the first time, I take a look at the children. Their faces are blank with thought, pondering everything their little minds could make us out to be. They're not frightened, though? I smile. Bad idea.
More screams sound. People start running. I go to say something, anything to get them to stop. Nothing helps. I look to my brothèai, each of them stand rigid, the screams hurting them more than I, but there's nothing I can do to help them.

There are no more screams by the time I am able to go to my brothèai. They are wounded in the way of healing, yes, but they will heal fast.
"THIR, what are we to do? Already they run from us. At least back there, we were allowed to speak with their world's inhabitants. Here, we look at them the wrong way, and they scatter!"
"MMollck, you know we've no choice." At this I lift my tail, for all to see, and close my eyes. A vibrant gold band illuminates all thirteen of our faces. I open my eyes. This is the sign of the chosen, the one who will sacrifice all in his power to save all things in need. The one who will one day die to save another, who will then become the chosen one.

Behind us we hear rustling. Then there are voices. We all go stiff.