Finelle, the last of the star cities, finally came to a stop, floating in the atmosphere of the new world they found themselves in. The Lionheart, the last battle cruiser of the once mighty and proud earth fleet, now lay docked in an enormous hanger inside of Finelle itself. For the first time in ten years, the people of Finelle breathed fresh non-recycled air. They were filled with jubilation at their survival, at the discovery of people besides themselves, at the knowledge that after nearly a century of endless war and fear, the human race was now safe and resting at peace.
After analysis and addressing of the damage on their ship, the people prepared a group of ambassadors to visit the natives of this new world.
Boarding a personnel drop ship, they set off to visit the most prominent of all the cities on the world, one with a great rising tower in the center, the architecture of which was remarkable.
They landed at the palace, the ambassadors receiving a remarkably warm welcome. It was apparently the day of a major wedding in the world, and they would be guests of honor. They were fascinated by the world they saw, the dress of the people about them, the wonder of their art and work. Most of all, they were fascinated by the people's magic.
However, as it became more and more clear that the ambassadors were not capable of the same magic as those around them, the Castors began to become hostile. They were in the Palace of the holy city of Silver Spire. Kahmmoners were not tolerated here, it was a defilement of the sacred city. With little warning, the ambassadors were put to death, a few attempting to escape in the drop ship they came in, but it was shot down by dozens of the palace guards. The drop ship rose only short distance before it failed and fell down to earth, exploding on contact with the ground there. The Castor world all at once declared war on the floating city, naming it an abomination. Some said the people of the city were of a Kahmmon secret society, others said they were demons come to steal their world from them. Some even called them Angels sent to punish them. Whatever their origin, the Holy Empire declared an all out war upon the city in the sky; where ever they came from, they were unholy, refused to submit, and needed to be destroyed.
The people of Finelle had no other choice, they were the last of all the people of the earth. The last thing they wanted was yet another war, but it was either fight or die yet again.
The next great war had begun.
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The ongoing manuscript of a story I've been working on. I'm open to editing or critique by my readers, just send me an email about it at 77Outlaw77@Gmail.com to tell me what you think. The story begins with the earliest post, Prelude (A).
