Year 2160 – The End of Earth
The sky above Earth was red. Not the soft red of sunset, but the harsh glow of burning cities and endless smoke.
Oceans boiled in some places. In others, black storms swallowed entire countries. Satellites fell from the sky like dying stars.
World War Three did not last long, but it ended everything. Nuclear fire consumed continents. Biological weapons spread faster than anyone expected.
The climate collapsed beyond repair. Oceans swallowed coastlines. Crops failed, and the air turned poisonous. Billions died before governments even admitted the planet could not be saved.
Nations did not win; no one won.
By the time leaders realized what they had done, it was too late.
The planet was dying.
But humanity had prepared for something like this.
For decades, secret projects had been built in orbit and on the dark side of the moon. Massive interstellar ships. Colony arks. Each one the size of a small city.
They were not meant for war. They were meant for a situation exactly like this one. It was like humaity was was prepared to shoot its own foot, so they placed a first aid kit right beside them.
Three billion people were chosen to leave. Scientists, engineers, soldiers, workers, families, children. The selection process was brutal and cruel. Not everyone could be saved after all.
Families cried. Some refused to go. Some begged to be taken. Many were left behind. On launch day, no speeches were given, and of course, no celebrations were held.
The ships rose from the broken world in silence. From space, Earth still looked blue and peaceful. But everyone on those ships knew the truth. Their home was dying.
The fleet left the solar system together.
Humanity had lost its home.
But it had not lost hope.
Years passed in deep space.
Generations were born inside metal walls.
Children grew up under artificial skies.
They learned about Earth from old recordings and fading memories from their parents.
The ships traveled far.
Farther than any human had gone before.
Many planets were scanned. Most were lifeless. Some were too cold. Some were too hot. Some were filled with toxic gas.
Then one day, the scouts found something.
A planet with breathable air, vast oceans, stable gravity, and most importantly, vegetation.
It was not perfect. The atmosphere readings were strange. Magnetic fields were unstable. But it was survivable.
They named it Elandor.
The fleet entered orbit, and celebrations began.
For the first time in decades, humanity believed it had found a future.
The first landing mission went smoothly.
Shuttles descended through thick clouds and landed on wide plains of dark green grass. Mountains rose in the distance. The sky was pale violet.
The air tasted clean and fresh, almost sweet.
The scouts stepped out in protective suits.
Their instruments worked at first. Gravity was normal. Oxygen was safe. The temperature was stable.
They marked the landing site.
Then the first sign appeared.
A quiet flicker in their screens.
One by one, devices began to glitch.
Communication crackled.
Scanners failed.
Within minutes, all electronics stopped working.
Every single one.
The soldiers tried to restart systems.
Nothing.
Backup batteries. Dead.
Emergency transmitters. Dead.
The shuttle itself powered down.
Complete silence.
The sky above them grew darker.
A low rumble echoed from somewhere far away.
The ground trembled.
One of the scouts looked up.
Something moved across the clouds.
It was large and fast.
Not a machine.
Not human.
The team leader gave the order to return to the shuttle.
They barely made it inside before something struck the hull.
The metal bent inward like paper.
Screams filled the cabin.
Outside, something roared.
A sound like thunder mixed with a beast's cry.
The shuttle never returned to orbit.
More shuttles were sent.
They lost contact too.
Then the ships in orbit began to experience the same problem.
Power systems flickered.
Artificial gravity weakened.
Navigation froze.
The fleet panicked.
They tried to pull away from the planet.
Engines failed.
Every advanced system humanity had built over centuries stopped working.
As if the planet itself rejected them.
Within days, the massive arks began to fall.
One by one.
Some crash landed in oceans. Some in the mountains. Some across wide plains.
Millions died in the descent.
Millions more died in the chaos after.
Humanity was stranded.
The first winter on Elandor alone killed ten million people.
There was no clear pattern of seasons.
One morning, it was hot enough to burn skin. That same night, ice formed across entire valleys.
Earthquakes split the land without warning.
Storms came from nowhere.
And then there were the beasts.
The first recorded attack happened near one of the largest crash sites.
A creature made of living flame walked out of the forest.
It stood taller than any animal from old Earth.
Its body burned, but it did not turn to ash.
Its eyes glowed white.
When it moved, the air itself caught fire.
The military opened fire.
Bullets passed through it like mist.
Missiles failed to launch.
Even the simplest mechanical weapons jammed or broke.
The creature raised one burning arm.
An entire camp turned into a sea of fire.
Twenty thousand people died in less than five minutes.
That was only the beginning.
The beasts came in many forms.
Some controlled fire.
Some controlled ice.
Some moved the earth itself.
Some summoned lightning from clear skies.
Others were harder to understand. Shadows that moved without bodies. Creatures that twisted gravity. Shapes that did not follow natural laws.
Humanity fought with whatever still worked.
Simple tools.
Old mechanical weapons.
Blades.
Explosives that did not rely on complex electronics.
But it was not enough.
Year after year, whatever fortified encampments they managed to build fell.
The population dropped from three billion…
To two billion.
To one.
To five hundred million.
At one point, it fell below one hundred million.
Hope faded.
People began to believe extinction was certain.
Then something changed abruptly.
It started small.
A child survived a freezing storm without shelter.
Witnesses said the air around him felt warm.
A soldier pushed back a falling wall without touching it.
A woman raised her hand during a beast attack, and flames bent away from her.
At first, it was called luck.
Then coincidence.
Then miracle.
Scientists began to study it.
They realized something important.
These beasts were not using magic.
They were using some kind of energy.
An invisible energy that filled the air. It was everywhere!
Humans had simply never known it was there, nor how to use it.
They named it Force.
The first generation of Force users was weak and unstable.
Many died while trying to control it.
But some survived.
And those who survived changed everything.
They learned to feel it.
Then guide it.
Then shape it.
Force allowed humans to push back fire.
To break stone.
To freeze water.
To strengthen their bodies.
For the first time since landing on Elandor, humanity had a weapon that worked.
Battles were still brutal.
Citadels still fell.
But now the beasts could be killed with less effort.
Decades passed.
Force training became normal.
Every child was tested, and it became customary to join the military when they reached adulthood.
Every adult tried to learn to use it too.
It became clear that anyone could use Force.
But not everyone could master it.
The strong rose.
And the weak followed, soon enough, a clear hierarchy was formed. And like any other point in history, following a great change, the strong ruled the weak.
Fortified cities were built around crash sites.
Walls reinforced with Force were built.
Weapons powered by this new energy.
Slowly, humanity carved safe zones into the endless wild planet.
The population slowly stabilized instead of continuously declining.
And then it began to grow once again.
Nearly a century after the discovery of Force, another breakthrough came.
Force could be used to power machines.
Kind of like electricity could be used to power technology. They didn't suddenly return to the advanced technology era of old Earth. But for now, this was more than enough.
Simple electronics and lighting returned.
Communication networks were rebuilt inside cities.
Transportation improved.
Civilization began again.
Humanity would not fall easily this time.
But Elandor was vast.
From orbit, before the ships failed, scans showed something terrifying.
The planet was at least one hundred times the size of Earth.
Humans had explored less than one percent of it.
Beyond the fortified zones, the unknown stretched forever.
Stronger beasts lived out there.
Ancient structures older than humanity itself. Unfathomable ruins filled with untold dangers. And secrets buried under mountains and beneath oceans.
Elandor was not just a new home.
It was something else entirely.
Year 2352.
Almost two centuries since The End of Earth.
Humanity survives.
Cities stand tall behind Force-powered walls.
Children grow up never knowing Earth.
Force users train daily to make a name for themselves in the new order.
Military forces patrol the borders and beyond to expand their growing territory.
But beyond the walls, the planet remains wild.
And when the sky turns violet at dusk…
The strongest beasts begin to move.
This is not a story about Earth.
Earth is gone.
This is not a story about survival alone.
Humanity already survived the hardest part.