5 years later
I sat there by the window, staring out at the rotten, dead crops spread across the withering fields. It had been seven years since the Sandeth invaded. They took all of our minerals—and half of our water supply. Everyone was…
Hungry.
Very, very hungry.
And it wasn't just Thelek they invaded. They drained other planets, oppressed their people. But their most hated planet… was Earth.
They killed human children publicly—tortured them, even—just to strike fear into innocent human hearts.
Though… they weren't that innocent.
Nobody is innocent.
But that doesn't mean they deserved it.
The Sandeth were just so… jealous. They despised any organism that didn't go through the pain they did. So they made it their mission to ensure every creature in the universe felt what they had felt—just to feel better about themselves.
Pathetic.
Truly pathetic.
They call themselves strong. But they don't have strength. They have power—power they're too weak to carry.
Why?
Why is it always the weak who crush the strong?