Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24957984-20150125024410

I know it's not written like most theory pastas are; I tried to make it more narrated.

I see through my eyes my world ending. Families, while inside the house, quietly watch the close end of our little tribe of our world. Spaceships, jet planes, submarines, all of them from our neighbors, destroying us as they say we’re not worth existing.

As I sit on the dirt, somehow far away from my family’s house front door, I watch the skies with the smell of death, destruction and chaos. All of this because the leader of our tribe did something the other tribes did not agree on doing it. He did not want to harm anyone or anything; he just wanted to negotiate with people who are still trying to live in the frontiers without anything, while they can.

When the sky starts to get pretty dark, my father sees me outside, and quickly runs towards me and talks to me.

“Dad, could you please explain me why is this really happening?” I asked him.

“You’re still quite young to understand this,” my dad replies.

“Oh, please, tell me.”

“Alright. Have you noticed that in nearly every story that involves two characters or two nations who have different thoughts and beliefs always go into a conflict, and one is considered to be the good guy and the other the bad guy?”

“Hm... yeah, so?”

“Our leader did something that’s pretty much against the cultural aspects in our region. Because of this simple decision, we’re considered evil people, even though we’re actually trying to help humans in their mediocre life. These good people don’t see what we see, these heroes are a bunch of hypocrites, and they later get praise from them. Our evil taste is actually a good thing not only for us, but to anyone else. People around here are bling. Blind heroes are what makes war happens and we are all going to suffer our future nonexistence. We’re innocent people who will have to die because of a single person. Our method of peace is just another description on a book. The people who are from these evil places actually have a good heart, but it’s ignored by strangers.”

As the sky gets even darker, flames and gun shots are all over the buildings and people. Before I’m gone, I hear my father saying his last words.

“They don’t know about us. They never heard of us.” 