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.”
“Can’t you just go straight to the point?”
“The human blessed by the angels got the devil in his heart and mind, as the signs that show up the sky represents everything I said.”
“I quite understand this. Is there any hope on reverting all of this?”
“Obviously not. They don’t know about us. They never heard of us. What a silly kid you are.”
When my father sees an airplane close to us, we enter home as soon as we can. All of us hide ourselves in furniture’s, and hope we have at least some chance of surviving. I hide in a desk I find next to the entrance, and I hold my hands on the floor while under it, because the ground seems to be shaking, just like an earthquake.
When I turn around, I see a huge gap near where I’m hidden, and I see the roof ripped off by a huge machine, and the walls are now fallen as well.
A glowing light shows up in the machine. I just realize my end is nearly close. Soon or later, I’m just going to be a failure and a waste of human hope. I’ll be the food for the fake God that commands this world.
My friends and fairy tale heroes were evil the entire time.
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