Drogan
I’ve a
great deal of characters I love in The Multiverses Series, but my
favorite is Drogan, because in book 1 he saves his people from
extinction when he is just a two-foot-long child and transports them
to a new world where they will thrive. Then later, in book 4, he
saves all the humans on Terranue, although most of them don’t even
realize that.
So let me
tell you a bit about Drogan…
First, I’ll
tell you what Drogan isn’t: He’s not human, but neither is he a
merman. He’s a water based, blue-skinned humanoid. Yes, his toes
and fingers have a thin layer of skin between the fingers that goes
about halfway up the digits to improve swimming in the ocean. His
nails are sharp curved claws, which make it easy to grab fish. He
also has both gills and lungs so he can swim deep in the ocean or
walk on dry land.
When Drogan
reaches his full height (slightly taller than a human) he joins the
crew of an Outbound ship. Unfortunately, no matter how nice he is,
the crew hates him and Captain Longfellow has to drop him off on a
space station.
Drogan comes
very close to dying on the station, but the Gods intervene and he’s
rescued by a pack of dire wolves the station uses to quell riots.
Turns out the dire wolves are much nicer than the humans who live on
the station. Upon learning about poor Drogan, the wolves share their
food and water and keep him safe from harm during his stay in their
basement lair.
Once he
recovers, Cass, the ghost, helps to sneak him back onto Longfellow’s
ship. She can’t enter him into the ship’s database because ghosts
can’t type. So Drogan is not technically a crewmember and thus is
never paid for his work, but on the positive side he remains healthy
and better yet, Zousan’s evil father Cronus stops trying to kill
him since he believes the fellow is already dead.
Finally,
when Sojourn comes on board, Drogan makes his first friend among the
humans. And they’ll remain friends forever. Thus proving, the
inability to make friends was not Drogan’s fault, only the rest of
the crew are a bunch of hateful Xenophobes and jerks.
What I love
most about Drogan is that despite his amazing brilliance, he does not
value his life over others and is most humble and caring to all. This
is an unusual for someone this smart. Extreme brilliance usually
comes with arrogance and a lack of empathy.
Drogan’s
total focus is on preserving The Path of Light so all creatures will
have a happy future. This is his calling, and he is willing to die
for it, which he proves over and over. I cannot count the times he
nearly dies or does die. Fortunately, he is highly valued by the
Gods, and they have directly saved him, or instructed others to do so
many times.
Someday in
the future, I have great hopes he will meet a female who will be his
mate forever. His chances are much greater in the Search for
Sentients Series, because he will be top science officer, many of the
crew will be female, and there won’t be a single Xenophobe in the
crew of what is unquestionably the finest ship that humans have ever
flown.
Drogan
designed it so they can cross both dimensions and multiverses with
ease. He understands quantum physics better than any sentient alive.
Excerpt
from the Gods of Probabilities
Drogan’s
father, Emperor Osan, has brought his baby son, Drogan, to the
scholars to be tested to see if he is the child of the prophecies.
Korak, the head scholar reveals the results of the tests Scholar Hemp
ran on Drogan.
***
“Drogan scored the highest thus far in friendliness
and non-aggression.”
Osan scowled. “He has only known his mother and myself
thus far.”
“Those are excellent qualities for the one to be sent
among other species.”
Osan nodded. He was still thinking his son would become
the next emperor. For that role, friendliness and non-aggression were
the worst traits he could wish for the boy.
“And his mental acuity?”
“Seventy-eighth.”
“What? My son was manipulating dimensions within four
days of his hatching!”
Hemp smiled at him. “Yes, he’s very bright.”
“But according to you, not as bright as seventy-seven
other primitives.”
“We are calling them Gods’ Gifted. Primitive has
such negative connotations.”
Osan nodded. “I agree with the change in terminology,
but I believe you have incorrectly judged the depth of my son’s
intelligence.”
Hemp smiled. “Entirely possible. The Gods may have
gifted your son with skills and understanding we cannot even fathom.”
Korak leaned forward. “What this means is that your
son has every qualification to be our diplomat to the universes
beyond.”
“Except there are seventy-seven others who could do it
better,” Osan muttered.
“No!” Hemp cried. “None is more qualified than
Drogan. It is my task to identify the one the Gods meant for us to
send off-planet, and of the few friendly and amiable Gifteds, your
son ranks highest in all categories. Plus he has excellent
credentials, being your son.”
Osan closed his eyes, giving in to the power of the
Gods. “So he is truly the one?”
Both Korak and Hemp smiled and nodded.
***
And that’s how Drogan came to be on a ship with a
bunch of Xenophobes.
If you want to know more about Drogan he can be found in book 1 and 4 of the multiverses, and of course, the upcoming In Search of Sentients
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In your series, the children are often smarter than the adults... do you think it's because the adults have developed hatred towards those different than themselves but the children still reflect the innocence?
ReplyDeleteHonestly, I attributed it to the God DNA that lazy Thoran put in the embryo sacks. :) But when sentients judges another sentient by silly things such as color and shape, in that I think children might be better at accepting differences as long as their parents don't negatively influence them. Normally, they take on the beliefs of their parents, so Xenophobia never goes away.
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