The Universe is filled with an infinite amount of stories. It would be fairly interesting to talk about any one of them, like the soldier fighting for his country, or the first contact between two alien species. Or maybe it would be more interesting to talk about two teens whose parents don't want them together. Perhaps horror is more your speed, and so the story of a hotel that has been reportedly haunted for generations would be more interesting. Whatever the case, you're only hear to read one story. My story.
At first, it's not very interesting, unless you hear the history that predates me. I'll give you the run-down. See, my parents' generation was born as adults on whatever this place is. Now, I know it sounds crazy, but we don't know where we are. All I know is that my parents, and around two hundred other adults, all woke up one day in various places around this gigantic desert. It was hot, and very dangerous. A lot of people died within the first few days. For protection, people grouped up in small groups called "tribes". Each tribe had a ruler, and some were a lot bigger than others. As humans took up space, they grew more advanced. Pretty soon, they were building structures and making weapons. Why need weapons if there's no mention of war? Good question. The answer is pretty terrifying, actually. This desert was inhabited by huge dinosaurs. Dinosaurs that could rip you limb from limb with only a little effort. Small, fast raptors would attack in small groups, tearing through a human in barely an instant. Now, how would we know that they're called raptors? Pretty interesting. That's the other thing about the adults' awakening. Each and every one of them had a small, diamond shaped gem embedded in their arm. As far as we can tell, the gem somehow projects images directly onto our eyes. So, if we concentrate, we can see a kind of name tag attached to the dinosaurs. We also have other methods of gaining information. Occasionally, we've found small boxes that have papers in them. These papers are signed with various names, but they seem to be from three main people. Our guess is that these were our predecessors, the group that came before us. For some, that notion drove them to insanity. For the others, it simply hardened their resolve to survive. And in order to survive, you needed to live on safe land. There was a rather limited quantity of that. Because of this, wars broke out between tribes. At first, this wasn't a huge deal because bows and arrows would only do so much damage. But then, the implant changed that. In addition to teaching us about dinosaurs, the implant also taught us how to make more advanced structures and tools. Soon, we had access to metal tools, and eventually, guns. Guns. Humans, the most destructive species ever imagined, now had access to a portable killing machine the likes of which the world has never known. You might be wondering how I know so much about the implant if I wasn't dropped down here.
That's a pretty good question. I'm told that when I was born, I didn't have an implant. But then, as soon as I reached about age 25, when I finally stopped growing, I disappeared for two days. I don't remember anything about those two days, but when I reappeared, I had an implant in my arm, and I knew all about the planet Earth and human history. But I digress, back to the tribe wars. Eventually, tribes moved into separate areas of the desert, with three main tribes a few others scattered in the sandy desert and inner area. These three main tribes inhabited the land underneath and around these three huge obelisk things that floated in the air. My tribe, the largest tribe, inhabited the land underneath a green-colored obelisk. We were very organized, and about as wealthy as it gets. Green obelisk has the most access to oil, a vital resource to progression. We were about 75 strong, which is extremely large when you think about how many people started out on this world. When you reached the age that you received your implant, you are assigned a dinosaur to ride. That's another great thing that happened, we learned to tame and domesticate the beasts that once harmed us. There were harvesters that rode dinosaurs such as thorny dragons and doedicurus, transporters that rode tapejara or morellatops, and there were the soldiers that rode raptors, T-rexes, and Argentavis. These are all very cool categories, but I left one out. This last category is the riders. Now, you might be wondering why they're called the riders, if all of us have to ride dinosaurs. See, these last people are extremely rare, in fact we only have three in our ranks. These riders ride the legendary-class beasts that are wyverns and rock elemental golems. My tribe currently had a few wyvern eggs, and no rock elementals.
It was my dream to become a rider.