posted on Sep, 15 2015 @ 05:29 AM
There are worlds countless in this universe. Some civilizations started when our genetic ancestors were first crawling from the ooze the brought forth
all forms of life on our own world. Far out across the cosmos, where our radio and light waves have not yet reached, there are worlds that have
evolved and destroyed themselves. This is the tale of Majestica, this is a warning to all who dare heed the message.
Majestica had reached the pinnacle of life about the time when our first vertebrae'd cousins wandered the plains of Earth looking for food and
shelter. Their world was much like ours, it orbited a yellow dwarf star and shone in brilliant blues and greens of waters lapping at sandy shores, and
vast expansive forests that hid creatures and ancient constructs galore. It truly was a majestic planet to have seen. And then catastrophe struck.
It was about a thousand years before the end of the dinosaurs on Earth. Their civilization had become a singular government across the planet and it
seemed like things were going fairly well. The sickness of destruction and chaos seems to take root whenever there is stability, no matter how great
or small. Majestica went through a period of civil war that would not only leave their civilization in tatters, but would threaten their very planet
It started small, some military figures who wanted more power than they truly deserved, politicians corrupted by the sway and power they had over the
mass population. Soon the cracks would grow both figuratively and literally as the conflicts spread and expanded. Small skirmishes soon would explode
into full blown civil war as the once great Majestic civilization would collapse and implode like a star going Supernova.
The lament of the Majestic people would soon end with weapons our minds could not comprehend. Bombs so massive they sent tremors along the fault-lines
of the planet, cities and countrysides obliterated in an instant, destruction on a scale so massive that our world wars would look like small
The once beautiful world of Majestica would be tarnished by the sins of her children as dust and soot turned her once blue-green glow into a dull
brown and black. She wouldn't weep for the children that hurt her, she would wait patiently and see where time would take her. For at the end of the
conflicts, the moons still rose above her destroyed landscapes, the sun would still be there, and her fellow kin would still orbit just as she did.
(Talk about short, but a story like this deserves to dive headfirst into the complex ideas and conflicts that are going to be written about, if you'd
like. If so, then please say so and I'll start work on Majestica Unified soon enough.)