Before time and space were created, there existed two different energies. Consisting of light and darkness. Connected by the exchange of electrical information. Which in an eternal dance were attracted and repelled in nothingness. When these two energies came together, the universe emerged with all the galaxies with the corresponding planets, moons, space and time.
Our galaxy also emerged from such an energy wave. With our sun and the nine (or eight) planets with all their miracles, beauty and mysteries. However, the greatest miracle was the metallic cube that fell from heaven and gave our world life.
This cube possessed a power no one had thought possible. It could not create new life, but it could also heal, surrender to a superhuman power, and if one had been lucky enough to have infinite life.
But by the greed of some who wanted to use the magic cube for their own despicable needs, a war broke out. Expelled our peaceful community and brought the dark age.
This war brought nothing but chaos and pain. It went so far, that our former home, also known as the blue planet, is only a red dead heap stone.
With this the older man broke off with a thoughtless look. Sunk in his own world.
"Grandfather, why do not you use the cube again to make the world whole again?" Asked a childish voice, which belonged to a little boy with brown-curled hair and brown eyes.
"Because the cube is dead. There is no more energy left in it. ", Was the old man's answer. But to himself he said: "However ..."
"But what?" Asked the little boy.
With a smile, the older man turned to the boy. Took his right hand up and put it on the head of the boy and whispered through his hair as he spoke: "Enough for today Sam. Bedtime. Sweet Dreams."
This left the man waiting for the child's room without a child's answer. Much still had to be done. Because if the results of the scanner were correct, there existed another cube out there.
"If there is another dice there and we can get those mountains ... Then there is still hope for our species and our old homeland ..." With these thoughts, the old man disappeared into the dark passage leading to his study brought.
To be continued
Last words: I wish a good night and I hope you has fun with first piece from story (Sorry. English grammar + I = Chaos).