Prologue

May 16, 1988

War has erupted on our populated planet. The invasion of the Mercurians is completely unexpected. We are terribly outnumbered and unprepared. One slash and it is all over. I watch in horror as one by one, our courageous allies fall to their doom, with sad smiles on their faces, not regretting that they managed to put up a fight. Their bright red blood and gore is splattered everywhere on the solid rocky ground and thin walls. I am staring at the gruesome scenes, paralyzed and stationary. I cannot move an inch, even if I try with a hundred percent of my strength. In the distance, I catch the sight of my parents, screaming for me to run away, before they are taken away and slaughtered, their blood spraying onto my newly-bought jacket.

The Mercurian men move onto me, but I am suddenly dragged away by an attractive male teenager. He smiles a soft gentle smile and tells his comrades something I can't interpret. They nod in agreement and I am flipped onto his muscular back. I don't understand what is happening. Why is this guy allowing me to survive a few seconds more than my other precious town-friends? Is he somewhat torturing me, forcing my innocent eyes to stare at the horrifying visions of the fallen? He cautiously runs with steady feet while explaining to each Mercurian we come across something in some sort of unfamiliar language- similar to before. I look to my left and see children running for their lives, shouting and screeching. I feel sympathetic for them, but I should be feeling more sympathetic towards myself. This guy is just making me suffer. I'm in a much more severe state than they are. My brain switches on and I attempt to jump off him but his hands are gripped tightly on my back and I can't move out of his grasp.

"Don't even try. Just let me guide you," he says. He can speak Venusian language. Impressive-but it's not a time to be impressed. I reply with frustration,

"Let me go! I want to die!" With one more breathtaking push, I am removed from his body. I applaud myself in triumph.

"I have no choice then," he says melancholy. I glare at him and can't comprehend what he is trying to say, but before I can reply, I am knocked unconscious and my mind drifts off into another world, praying that this was all just a dreadful nightmare. But a part of me knows the reality.