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This is not a Pokémon FanFic, just an idea I have been throwing around for a while. I was hoping readers could let me know if the premise sounds interesting/where they think the story might go. Nothing too in-depth, just a little feedback to get the project off the ground. Thanks for your help and kudos to everyone who reads The Legend of Ampharos.
In 1953, aliens landed on Earth. No-one knew about it, of course, they are far too advanced for that, but they were there. Over the next 100 years, they lived silently and peacefully among us. Watching us. Testing us. We failed.
In the summer of 2053, the aliens decided they would no longer tolerate us and the human was race was all but eliminated. In a single, silent night, six billion people…dead.
Five thousand people, very special people, were chosen to try again. One thousand people were left on each continent, mostly children no more than twenty years old. Yes, those are children.
Most of us were angry. Others were depressed. It didn’t matter. The aliens were gone and we are all that is left. I was among those who believed the aliens were wrong. How could eliminating nearly an entire race be right? Yet now, I am not so sure.
We have survived. And so much more than that. The people chosen by the aliens were special. We are beginning to see that now. The world is a better place. It will grow again. But only if we few remaining have the courage and the heart to raise the new generation correctly.
We are the last chance humanity has. If we fail to correct the severe faults that humanity before us exhibited (and believe me, they are far to numerous to count and most you wouldn’t understand because you are too hard-headed, too “perfect,” too human to know better) then the aliens won’t give us another chance.
We are the Final Chance. And the next generation of humanity may be its last.
In 1953, aliens landed on Earth. No-one knew about it, of course, they are far too advanced for that, but they were there. Over the next 100 years, they lived silently and peacefully among us. Watching us. Testing us. We failed.
In the summer of 2053, the aliens decided they would no longer tolerate us and the human was race was all but eliminated. In a single, silent night, six billion people…dead.
Five thousand people, very special people, were chosen to try again. One thousand people were left on each continent, mostly children no more than twenty years old. Yes, those are children.
Most of us were angry. Others were depressed. It didn’t matter. The aliens were gone and we are all that is left. I was among those who believed the aliens were wrong. How could eliminating nearly an entire race be right? Yet now, I am not so sure.
We have survived. And so much more than that. The people chosen by the aliens were special. We are beginning to see that now. The world is a better place. It will grow again. But only if we few remaining have the courage and the heart to raise the new generation correctly.
We are the last chance humanity has. If we fail to correct the severe faults that humanity before us exhibited (and believe me, they are far to numerous to count and most you wouldn’t understand because you are too hard-headed, too “perfect,” too human to know better) then the aliens won’t give us another chance.
We are the Final Chance. And the next generation of humanity may be its last.