By the year 2077, humanity had undergone a number of transformations, arising, crumbling, destroying one another... and millions of miles away,
long forgotten by her ancestors, earth sits lonely and vacant in orbit of the sun, awaiting its end, with no further purpose. The earth was burned and
fried, due to the great war, and no longer inhabitable by humans... the survivors of the great war escaped on board a single ship, left with nothing
but a lesson well-learned; war is wrong. And now, the planet Plyuto holds the last colony of humans in the universe, under a single nation, a single
flag, and a single idea; survive. Embrace your fellow man, abolish war, and above all, survive. After conquering and enslaving the Amandi, the
previous inhabitants of Plyuto, humanity finally lives and thrives without the need to wage war between differing factions, and engaging in such would
be considered treasonous and blasphemous. And the only moral price they pay is the enslavement of the spiritual, caring, non-violent Amandi, the
humanoid psychics who live under human law, do their bidding, and support the single nation of Crimson.
It was unusually bright this day, considering how very far Plyuto was from the slowly expanding sun, and Adrian blinked, narrowing his eyes, placing
his fingers on his temples, rubbing away the on-coming headache brought on by the rays of the sun.
After stepping out of his home, he released a yawn, wanting more than anything to go back inside, crawl under the covers, and pretend the world didn't
exist. He was a passionate man regarding his work, unless it was morning. During the morning, he was anything but passionate... for the first hour
upon his awakening, his only real desire was to return to sleep.
"Daddy!" A light, melody of a voice broke through his lethargic thoughts.
Adrian peered down, staring at the tiny person in front of him. His little girl; dressed in a sparkling blue-and-black shirt, blue jeans, and proudly
wearing her brand new backpack firm on her back, her short, black hair combed neatly to line her little pale face, her cheeks imprinted with dimples
as she smiled at her father, her cerulean blue eyes shining with a child-like wonder.
He grinned at her.
It was his little girl's first day of school.
"C'mon sweetheart, let's go." His big, bear-like hand wrapped around her little petite one, leading her away from the home.
Crimson was a beautiful place; it worked like a village, only with the advantages of technology. See, traders roamed the sects of Crimson, selling
goods thought to be from the old world... cell phones, ipods, as well as modern needs, like fruits, veggies, and meats, and the small stores along the
sides of the roads had dead animals, plants, and accessories dangling from their canopies on display for the passerbys, and as the parents walked
their children to school and the adults made their way to work, they would pass a variety of foods and accessories up for the buying, along with carts
of wagons of goods pushed by a peddler or two.
"You sure you wanna start today, Jade?" Adrian asked his daughter as they made their way into town.
"Mhm!" She replied, nodding, wearing a beaming grin. "I wanna make friends."
"You will, sweetheart." He assured her.
As usual, Jade made a point to study everything in her environment when they entered town... the citizens, the traders and peddlers, the dead
chicken-ducks hanging from the stands, and the conversing people, laughing with one another as they discussed the never-changing weather of
Something abstract caught her eye.
A person, behind a fruit store... a very slender, timid looking person, one with a very dark shade of greenish-gray of skin color, his body only
covered by thin, tattered white robes, unloading fruits from a travel wagon into the store... she'd never seen a green person before...
"Who's that?" Jade asked, halting her step, pointing behind the store.
Adrian spun around, squinting at the green man, barely visible behind the corner of the wooden building. The green man was helping a store clerk
unload a wagon of melons.
"Oh..." Adrian said. "That's an Amamdi, baby. Most people never see Amandi... but we're lucky today, we get to see one."
"Amandi?" Jade asked, looking up at her father. "How come no one ever sees them?"
"Well... they're the workforce, sweetheart. They're usually working on farms... or in factories. They don't really mix with our society." Adrian
"Why?" Jade wondered.
"Because they're the workforce." Adrian said. "Come on, we'll be late." He pulled his daughter along, and soon after, they reached a magnificent
building with enormous glass windows in the front, and Jade couldn't tear her eyes from it.
This would be her first adventure in the society of Crimson without her father by her side, and as she realized this, the little five-year-old made
her way up the elongated stairs towards the huge entrance to the school, intent on doing so without her father's help... though today, on little
Jade's first day of school, she had no way of knowing that after the bell would ring in the afternoon, and after she would step out into the magnified
sunlight of Plyuto with the other children, staring into the nation of Crimson, her father would not be there to pick her up.
13 years later
fight?" The old man scolded, his wrinkled face twisting with surprise.
Jade hung her head, wearing a sour expression.
"You're eighteen years old, Jade... how long are you going to do this?" Her Grandfather asked.
She met eyes with him.
Sitting across the table, watching his blue eyes sparkle with concern as his transparent glasses slipped a little ways off his nose, he stared into
her, and it was obvious that his worry was genuine. He was not angry with her... her was worried for her.
Nevertheless, Jade held onto her frustration.
Their home sat underneath a gigantic redwood-oak tree, about half a mile's walk from town. The afternoon sun leaked into their kitchen as they sat on
opposite ends of the table, eyeing one another.
Ever since her father's death, her grandfather did well for her... he was the sweetest old man you could imagine. Still, Jade clung to her anger--and
those jerks in school deserved whatever they got. Jade never started a fight, but by God, she was quick to finish one.
just gonna sit there and let people talk to me like I'm a piece of--"
"Jade," her Grandfather held up a hand, wearing a solemn face. "They spoke with me... and they used the word expulsion. Now... you are in your last
year of school. You are about to graduate. You do not really
want to drop out now
, do you?" He said in a very slow, soft, calm voice.
Jade bit her lip, looking down again.
She never cared for school... still, she did find it rather stupid to get kicked out less than a month from graduation. But... she didn't voice this
"I don't care..." Jade muttered.
Her Grandfather took a moment of silence, grazing his thin, silvery beard with his crinkled fingers.
"You may go now." He told her.
Jade didn't waste a second--she stood and stormed out of the room, and a moment later, her Grandfather heard the front door slam shut... leaving him
with nothing but a lingering, echoing silence.
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edit on Sat Aug 17 2013 by DontTreadOnMe because: spelling in
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