The Fall
Someone once said, “The essence of beauty is unity in diversity.” Well, at least, I think that’s how it went.
My point is you’re about to start a story of an already diverse planet becoming over-diversified. See, growing up, my father told me stories of Samurai, Knights, Witches, and other things people would have thought could never exist. It turns out all the stories I heard were true; one by one, they all started becoming a reality.
Samurais have been around for a while as honorable warriors. By the 12th century, they began to rise to power, ultimately becoming a more pivotal force. The Samurais formed clans and villages, and leaders known as Daimyos got assigned to each one. Over time though, they would take over a great deal of the Asian continent.
Knights, on the other hand, have been around since medieval times. They have evolved their technologies in ways we could never have imagined throughout the decades, and their government rules over parts of Europe.
Lastly, there were witches. Dad had a lot to say about them. We used to have witches living among us in the past, but after the 1960s witch trials, where any suspected witch was hanged and burned at the stake, the practice of magic was outlawed. Those who still practiced it decided it’d be best to blend into society. No one has seen them since.
But I’m getting a little too ahead of myself. That will come in time, but first comes the story of how the fate of this planet, and my life, utterly changed.
My name is Lilith Hirsch, and I’m a freshman in college. I live in the western region of a country called The United Nations, in the city of Nebbia. Our planet is known as Terra; the year is 2133. We live in an age where a new race known as ‘Skyborn’ attempts to find their place in a world that was just about to experience peace.
The date was August 14th, 2115, the day I was born. It was on that day that the superpowers of the world finally signed a peace treaty ending the conflict between the United Dynasty (China), United Federation (Russia), United Empire (Europe), United Republic (India), and the United Nations (USA). Everyone was glued to the TV. Then, just minutes after the treaty was signed, the skies were eclipsed by many colors as if the northern lights spread throughout the whole planet.
My mother was giving birth as it happened. At first, the people didn’t realize that the pretty lights were a sign of looming danger until beaming, fluorescent orbs started falling from the heavens. Any hope of surviving died at that moment, even before I got to experience life, or so everyone thought.
While falling, the comets had touched nothing. The way Dad explained it, each comet acted as if they were guided down deliberately, missing everything and everyone on purpose for a safe landing. Even more surprisingly, those who looked closely at them after Impact say the comets didn’t touch the ground. They say the comets were floating idly until suddenly evaporating, surrounding the area in the same colorful radiance that once covered the sky.
That’s when all the disturbing stuff started happening. My dad told me that a couple of days later, strange things began to be reported worldwide. People called hospitals saying their family, friends, and even children exhibited weird symptoms; others told the authorities that terrorists were attacking. Words like horns, fangs, fire, and explosions were being used. Healers and Blue Guards, the UN’s doctors and law enforcement, respectively, didn’t know what to make of it.
These strange occurrences would eventually strike close to home. On my ninth birthday, I fell into a six-week coma, changing my once dark brown eyes to blue as clear as the ocean, and my jet-black hair became as white as snow. Surprisingly, that’s as far as my mutation went, but it was enough for all of us to fear future anomalies.
That same day, the government found its first big break. They received a report from healers of a woman who had given birth to a baby boy. Strangely enough, she had not been pregnant before that day. The boy was the first infant to display 100% change in its genetic makeup compared to others who were partly changed, yet he looked normal. The mother died in a span of a few days after giving birth to him. Before the Blue Guards could make a move, the government stepped in and took the child and the mother’s body into custody.
Eventually, the government released information to the public that the lights in the skies were the origin of the deformity in the human gene, causing abilities and physical mutations to develop. As if things weren’t already bad, they discovered unborn children displaying mutations within the womb. Unlike the other boy, they were only partially mutated, while the mothers had normal pregnancies and survived.
The government tried to keep the global pandemic contained but to no avail. So, to distinguish humans from those who were mutated, they christen those who were different “Skyborn.” Soon branding the ones captured and those that came willingly with a pentagram under their left eye. Those with the mark got registered under the Sky Registration Act (SRA).
Those listed under the SRA must disclose what they are and undergo basic testing to get authorization for school, work, etc. They are bound to resign from their powers unless they acquire a permit explaining where and why they will be used.
Eighteen years passed, and prejudicial attitudes arose. Bigotry, paranoia, and xenophobia began setting in; this hatred was directed toward the new breeds. The Skyborn did not favor the bill; most had to live in hiding what they were, while others had no choice but to abide by the law.
Those who could blend in with the humans without registering under the SRA kept their powers hidden. Others with more physical mutations would have to either register or live in the shadows for the rest of their lives. From that day forward, our world would begin a new era. One that I thought would never turn out as it did for me.
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