It’s been three days and the pain still sears as strongly through my memories as it did the minute after it happened.
Iris was destroyed.
Our home planet.
As far as we know the ten of us are all that remains of a once vibrant and growing planet, and now? We’re almost extinct. We’ve almost died out.
From 30,000,000, to 10, (as far as we know) in a matter of hours.
And now? We’re floating on this God forsaken Toric Space-Craft from the mid-derian era, with no planned destination.
My name is Hiyundu, I’m only 16 years old. There are eight other teenagers, except for Maro, who’s 36.
We need help.
Henry says we’re all gifted, but I don’t know what that means, or why the hell he brought it up. Maybe he thinks these “Gifts” will help us in the long run, but for now, I have no such hopes.
If you’re hearing this, please help us. We’re the only survivors after the attack, and we don’t know where to go or what we’re going to do.