The year was 2097 when Earth died.
We, Homo Sapiens, would never have wandered beyond our solar system for centuries or even millennia. We would never had seen the untold number of species out there, amongst the sparkling lights in the sky.
Instead, on the 16th of April, they came to us.
That day, that fateful day forever recorded in our history.
The sky lit with alien shapes, glittering in the light of our young sun. They contacted us. They were only known as Legion, as race of insect beings that shared a single consciousness. They told us to stop, to cease our Armageddon project. Whatever it was the populace of the world was unaware of its existence. So we were condemned to death for a cause as real as ghosts. It was the end times. Earth burned, piece by piece, country by country, continent by continent. The genocide would have been complete if the Ary'a had not intervened. For four days our executors and guardian angels battled in the sky. Burning our sky day and night. They Ary'a were our saviors but they could not best the might of Legion. We were evacuated while the combatants fought above us. We were not forced onto the escape craft and so millions stayed behind. Fear, misguided bravery and hatred condemned much of whatever was left of our population to death. Our grandfathers and grandmothers watched Earth burn to a husk as the Ary'a fled.
That was our exodus. When we were saved only to die. They Ary'a, delicate beings, told us of Legion. How Legion was mightier then every other species combined. How it remained in isolation, somewhere in the unfathomable tracts of the Milky Way. It rarely emerged, only to crush species seemingly at random. The Ary'a had dedicated their existence to protecting any race that Legion ruled for genocide. They had watched as Legion had, stepping in to save humankind as they had attempted for every race before. We we're their only success, every other time they failed and only served to bring themselves to an end. The Ary'a were dying quickly, only mere hundreds were left and many of them did not have long to live. They taught us what they knew, technology our scientists had only barely touched upon. A credit to our race we learnt quickly. We were ready to take our first baby steps amongst the galaxy when the last of our saviors departed from life.
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