Imminent Dawn

Keiarae is now all torn apart. Everything that my tribe built there, and everything that they were building there is now gone. Even the ground is throwing up its last breaths of sulfer and acid, if you can call it breaths. It is more like announcing its death. It is indeed dying. I am not sure that I will survive the flee. I am not sure that any of us will survive the chase. Let me explain a bit better. My name is Tairen. I belong to an Omni tribe named Fyr. Our tribe is a somewhat peaceful tribe, because we are not innocent from wars, wars that we have started, mostly for some elements, which are necessary to our existence, like bromide and Cyan crystals. Cyan crystal is the element we use to build our buildings – This crystal is very strong and is very flexible, not to mention its resistance to high temperatures. On our conquests and endeavor, we have traveled a lot and learned a lot. Also, the constant need for new war like technologies made us develop new non-warlike technologies. After thousands harshuos and tiring travels we settled once again in our homeland, Keiarae, which is Opius' moon.

Roaming, moving in the speed of light, he scattered his essence across the canyons of this planet, as if searching for a sign. His screams for a friend could animate the deceased and departed of this world. He was stronger than the rocks that hovered above him, yet his howls of loneliness were pitiful and terrifying.
Searching his vacuous, he spent every little effort he could spend on trying to break his undisputed reign over the world he was imprisoned in. He was aware of his abilities. He was very aware and it was what raised his fury even more. For he could not create, nor break free of the place he's imprisoned in. He had no idea of his origin, or when is he getting out of his “prison”, but he guessed that never. In the world he was captured, he was a king who ruled nothing. He was a god who had no creations to play with, like a child without toys. He was a mighty king, powerful and ferocious with a noble soul, but he had no kingdom to control. A king without a kingdom is still a king, but a very lonely one. He was getting rotten from the inside because of his loneliness, and he wished the worse for his creators, who left him sad and lonely. The sun was his only comfort. The sun was the only thing that kept him in his form, the only source of hope. To him, every ray of light was a ray of hope. He could notice the spectator, who was watching him, trying to investigate what he was. Neither the spectator, nor the almighty spirit, knew what the satellites were for.
(Story written by ~Galeos )
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