Interlocked

200 million BC.
A single man stood before the flourishing valley. He was graced with the beauty that was early Gaia, land of the free spirited and bountiful.
Suspended cliffs dangled impossibly large, vibrant flowers above low rocky bottom, that expanded into lush forest. However a lingering sense of despair reeked from the center of the young lush forest. From what the man could see an infinite hole had found it self in the epicenter of life. The canyons all bowed to this mysterious hole. As if they where people who been subjected to just rulings. But something about this was wrong. So very wrong indeed.
However, that did not matter right now.
His eyes grabbed the sights of the valley, examining them as if they where germs under a microscope. He took in every detail, size, distance, and made hypothesis on how he would get there. What the scene had seen as a single man, turned back to the crowd of people behind him.
All sorts of peculiar people where a step behind him. A sea of tired settlers finding the promised land. The man smiled waving them on ahead. Families from the crowd tugged at each other, trying to keep pace with the new couples as they raced towards salvation. But the man only stood back as his people ran towards the welcoming thicket.
His eyes soft, gazing backwards towards a young child with a somber look. The man's tangled beryl hair floated by in a passing breeze. He leaned down towards the little one, taking off his cobalt robe and wrapping it around the child.
An ensured sense of security surrounded the moment. It was if the world it self embraced this action.

The man gently smiled, running his finger along the little ones cheek, gingerly poking his noise.
He spoke quietly,
"Come along now, Francis.
You don't want us to get last picking do you my son?"

The little one giggled,
"No father, I'm coming!"

Francis rejoiced grasping his fathers hand, feeling the warmth. As the man walked, his son held tightly onto his hand. His father was a man who had worked ever so hard to get them here. He had fought through the perils of battling against a starry kingdom built on only the purest of celestial magic. Their utopia was not within the palaces of the eternal galaxies above.
No it was here on Gaia.
A world that needed to be tamed, and healed from the waking days of sun. Realms like these where only dreamed by Francis before his father had made the society seek a new home.
Father tenderly touched his hair, grinning as they had reached the edge of the forest surrounding the hole.

Father looked down into Francis' eyes.
"Now my son, I want you to wait here.
Do not go any closer to the hole, just wait with Carbon."

"Where are you going Father?"

He chuckled patting Francis,
"Oh little one, I'm just gathering our family. Now be a good boy for me and wait while we start setting grounds."

Francis nodded, seeing another man stride over. Carbon.
Carbon was a tall slender gentleman, who's legs took up seventy percent of his body. With pupils of the color of fresh blackberries, hair that of coal, and long white trench coat with navy trimmings.
Carbons neck was also graced by a black scarf.

He sat next to Francis,
"Dads doing work early today little solider?"

"Mhm! He said that he needed to start setting grounds."

Carbon lips cracked into a smile,
"Ha you know what I want on my ground little solider?"

Francis tilted his head, then shaking it no.
Carbon chuckled beginning to talk,
"A place like that of Versailles!
With a hall of mirrors so that I may grace my own gorgeous presence. Chandlers that drip down specs of gold onto the polished quartz floor." He proclaimed flinging his arms into the air.
"A chapel right in off to side, filled with Roman arches, each engraved with ruby stones forming mythical heroes!"

"That sounds wonderful, Sir Carbon!"
Francis clapped his naive little hands.
Little did he know, Carbon was an estranged man from the 19th century who had little memory of how he ended up here. All that Carbon could recall was his place of birth, and few landmarks. That was usually all anyone remembered.

However, Francis enjoyed their time together, even as he said goodbye.
His little hand waved to Carbon, as he caught up to his father. The early day had become evening, so with no resistance Francis followed his father to a temporary bedroom.

The bedroom was unfinished to say the least. Unkept trees hung a worn white hammock with moth holes. It was the best they could do in the prehistoric world.
Father gently kissed his little ones head, running his finger through Francis' hair.
Francis giggled, as he wrapped himself up in the hammock. He happily watched as Father tucked him in.

Father smiled seeing his little one comfortable in his slumber.

"Hydrogen."
The man's eyes snapped up at the name. It was unexpected, to say the least, for the last couple of months he had only been called by number. His name did not matter anymore for it had replaced by the of title of the frist element of The Periodic Table. His eyes, a mismatched pair of light furiously glowed in the dark, illuminating what he was looking at.
A young woman stared down at him.
She wore a beautifully made pink silk qipao, with her hair hanging in a bun.

Her lips split into a well meaning smile,
"Is there anything you require help with?"

Hydrogen felt his mouth agape, understanding the women's query but lacking the words to give her a response. Crickets chipped small beats in between the engulfing silence. The man shook his head, but his hand said otherwise, gently padding next to him.
Her eyes closed signifying her content with his answer. She tucked her head onto his shoulder. Leaning ever closer.

"Oxygen, do you like it here?"

"Yes sir."

"Answer me honestly."
Hydrogen took her chin with his hand.
Oxygen gasped softly.

"I well it is- nice. But I would not live here if I had a choice sir."

"Oxy."

"Fine, you want honesty. I'll give you honesty. A fall into a ditch makes you wiser, and it seems you did not fall far enough."
Oxygen stood up, bringing her hands to her sides in a swift gesture. Her hands spoke volumes of emotion that of an amount which her tongue could never convey. 

"You uprooted a society.
I don't know what you where thinking."
She pinched her nose bridge in frustration.
"Look, I get what you where trying to do. But is earning the graces of one galaxy, really worth letting the hundreds of us down?"