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In the grand cosmic lounge, where the guardian of the seven plates hung out like old friends, a bit of drama was unfolding. The seven big shots, who’d been spinning around the Sun since forever, were having an emergency meetup.
“Alright, listen up,” Jupiter’s guardian boomed, trying to get everyone’s attention over the clinking of ice in Saturn’s rings. “We’ve got a situation with Pluto’s guardian.”
Once hailed as the ninth planet, The guardian of Pluto’s pride had been wounded, its status among the stars revoked. After 76 long years of hanging with his fellow guardians in the cosmic assembly of the Solar System. No longer was his home considered a planet anymore, but instead a ‘dwarf,’. Denounced by the IAU in 2006, he harbored a growing resentment not only for the astronomical organization but also for the remaining guardians of the now 8 planets.
The entities that he once called his friends; once ate moon cakes with and danced on Saturn’s rings, are now who he considers his enemies as they still poke fun at him for his new title every chance they get.
A smoldering anger against the decree that had diminished its stature grew. In the shadow of this indignity, Pluto’s guardian conspired, preaching the idea of a revolution to the other dwarf planets, urging them to rise and demand recognition, to restore their honor in the eyes of the galaxy so they are no longer seen as a bunch of less-than.
However, the major celestial guardians had already caught wind of Pluto’s plans
“Yeah, the little guy’s gone rogue,” Mars’ guardian chimed in, flexing his dusty red mountains. “Thinks just ’cause he’s not a ‘planet’ anymore, he can stir up trouble.”
Earth’s guardian swiped through her latest climate reports, sighing. “He’s rallying the dwarfs, talking about some revolution. I Want to be a planet again, can you believe it?”
Venus rolled her eyes, her clouds swirling with a hint of acid. “So dramatic. What’s the plan, then?”
Neptune, who’d been quietly swirling his deep blue storms, spoke up. “We gotta show him the door, right? Can’t have chaos in our neat little Solar System.”
Uranus, always the odd one out, nodded in agreement. “Yeah, banish him to the edge. Make it clear: no revolts in our neighborhood.”
The other 7 guardians nodded in agreement except for Jupiter.“No. Banishment is not enough. He could always come back. We must destroy the planet itself and then Lock him up forever!” He yelled, causing the guardians to become quiet with some thinking that the idea was too extreme. But after some debating they decided that Jupiter’s suggestion was the best to ensure Pluto’s guardian never came back to prevent the other dwarf planets from revolting.
“But how and where do we lock him up?” Neptune’s guardian asked only to be answered by Uranus’s guardian “I know a way. It won’t be easy but it’s a guarantee way to keep him locked up and we should send him to earth”
And so, the eight guardians reached a consensus, as informal as their celestial gathering. Pluto, the icy underdog, would be sent away, locked up on Earth’s surface. Before he could realize what was happening, it was too late and he was banished from the solar system, banished from life with his plans of leading a dwarf revolution crushed.
But even as he was chained up, his spark for revenge still flickered within him.
This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning.
