The weather, the atmosphere, the land was all messed up, and Shaha knew why. Everything was unstable, and that was because the world was ending. It wouldn't be long.
Once upon a time, too many years ago to count, Man lived on the peaceful world of white-blue, Dunia. At that time, the jua, the sun, wasn't what Shaha's ancestors or the rest of the world knew it to be. It was the tiniest pinpoint of light, so the planet was somewhat cold, but the inhabitants knew how to harness that sunlight, and that of other stars, so they were not frozen.
The sky was perpetually night, but the people knew how to make light for daily living, and the line between day and night was blurred, so time was measured by clocks and gadgets that regulated such things. The people lived for a long, long time, and did not age as Shaha and her own generation did. They knew the stars, as intimately as they knew one another.
Humans were brilliant, and at first did not fight or kill one another, as gentle and comfortable as family members in a loving home.
They learned how to make the planet warm and tropical in small areas, with gentle breezes and colorful fruits and the greenest grasses. But only for vacations, to allow families to get out of the cold at some part of the year, and it was free. The people took turns enjoying the change of seasons they created, and everyone cooperated.
And then some, mostly the more recent settlers to the planet, began to want more and more for themselves, and began to pay to have more. They began to build more things, and use the land wastefully. One man in particular felt he should rule the whole of Dunia. He began to feel that because he was so smart and even rich, all should be his, and he was smarter, better than anyone else could be. He was a scientist, as most the people on the planet were, but he was criminally insane, and so his ideas were soon rejected by society.
Man had turned on man.
Others agreed with the evil scientist, and there were two sides for the running of the planet. And then even more opinions and sides. And the uprisings. People began toying with and manipulating the planet and the people, causing, among other things, the seasons to change tremendously, in an effort to change things for their own gain. It got out of hand, and the world became unstable.
One of the creations of the original evil man, called the Uchoyo device, caused the planet to shift, in his attempt to make the world as he felt it should be. Before other scientists could figure out how to stop it, the planet had begun to shift toward a nearby moon.
However, the people knew about the other planets in the system, and had long begun working on exploring the next one over, called Pya, just in case there ever was a need to evacuate. That time had come, so the people had to leave.
The evil man refused to, because he wanted this world, and tried to stop the ships from leaving. He needed workers, and attempted to improve upon his creation, frantically trying to manipulate anyone and anything, to do so. Unfortunately for him, he could do neither before the unstable world he knew exploded in the collision with the moon.
But Man had another place to live.
However, on the next planet, after thousands of years since the first landing, the same thing happened. New visitors arrived and created chaos in the harmony that had begun. Man moved again, each time, slowly moving toward the sun, which appeared larger with each migration. Man's days were shorter, and decreased with each landing, with each new civilization. He aged faster.
With another planet, there was another Armageddon, and the new world either was destroyed entirely, leaving nothing but debris in space, or a war would turn the planet into a wasteland. And always a select few thousand escaped. Unfortunately, not very long after he arrived, people would come who did not care for the old ways, or peace, or harmony, thus bringing about the world's destruction.
Shaha knew this story from birth, because her parents had told it to her. She held on to it for years, and had tried to seriously begin the teaching to others, but many called her crazy. There were others who knew the story, and tried to get the world to understand, but most people did not want to listen to what they thought was ramblings and brainwashing.
She thought of how many worlds the ancestors had lived on, for millions of years now, with varying sky colors and life forms along the way. She remembered how blue and white this world's sky used to be, on most days, with the night sky reminding Man of his original star-lit home. But Man, composed of many mixed nations, ignored it, too proud of himself, too pumped up with his own brilliance, and too arrogant to share his wealth.
She wondered why Man had to eventually destroy himself or his home, but figured it was too late to try and make people understand.
She wished the old stories had not stopped being told, or rather believed, as she watched meteors and comets fly by the planet. Watching the asteroids bang into one another saddened her, the earthquakes and hurricanes kept her in a constant state of seeking safety, but it was too late to tell people to stop their warring. So the chaos would continue, until the world died.
Only a few days left, and everyone left on this planet, would die.
Shaha met up with the others who would leave Earth for Venus, to colonize the next world. It was a hotter planet, with a sky that was almost white, it would be so bright. She prayed that Man would learn this time, but considering he had left the other planets in the solar system either desolate and uninhabitable, or in pieces floating in space, it wasn't likely.
She walked to her area on the ship she had been assigned to, and with a sigh looked out a large window. The world she knew was being destroyed and she cried. Billions would not make it. Most would be dead by tonight.
But with the new world, she could only hope man would not make the same mistakes.
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