🌋 The Great Red Spot of Sillan Rond

"Write a story set in outer space."

"Alright, guys. The city is sinking. We already knew that; however, that it is not the main problem," said an old voice. "An obstacle got into our way, and there are no more ships available to escape this hole."

    "Just call the Mukir group to repair them, and that's it," Yao Han commented. His black eyes were wide open, but his voice sweet and delicate.

    "Yes, yes, so intelligent of you, Yao, as always," muttered Wang. "They won't be here this time. It takes them twenty days to fix the entire fleet, plus six more to get here from Venus. Don't you see it? The danger this time is real. In nine suns we will be saying bye to each other," 

    "Wang is right; they are not dumb enough to believe another story. Moreover, the nitrogen tides, combined with the increasing number of dust waves, make breathing difficult. Even if we do something, our houses will collapse, and our lungs, sooner or later, too," the old voice added. The unforeseen, sad tone stir distrust around the u-shape table.

    "Unless we take the pill," 

    "Yes, yes, that one is, actually, a good proposal, brother," responded Wang.

    Why are they so relaxed after hearing that? Thought Cenirus. After that, he dared to say: "Master Ludzin, isn't there something we can do?" The future heir showed discontent.

    "Sure! As you heard, the pill will save us," the old man looking at the door exclaimed. After that, he whirled, looked his son in the eyes, showed an odd smile. "You know which one."  

    "The black capsule? The only thing that thing will do is killing everybody."

    "Yes, yes, young master, that one. Yes, yes,"

      "Please, Cenirus, do me a favor. Stop expecting hope. " 

Cowards! Cenirus thought.

Some hours before I took the drug. I sat on my wooden chair—it was the only one on the planet—and started writing a remembering note. My intention was to send it out there and wait for someone to find it.  

Delos was located in a group of clouds placed over the Great Red Spot of Sillan Rond, colloquially referred to as The Old Jupiter. This planet dated back from the universe's creation and remained known as the only place where human beings could live. Before the water on earth ran out, humans were already doing intergalactic travel. The wealthy population moved to The Old Mars, Rujis Rond. Over the surface of the red planet, there were no materials to fill their spaceships. So, they eventually disappeared.

    The remaining folks—My grandparent was one of those—were left behind. Luckily, he knew how to build things, so, somehow, the poor's revolution accepted him in his movement and could go out The earth. If I could describe the surface where I lived for twenty-three years, I would say the word complex. Nothing more. 

    My father, the commander in chief and governor of Sillan Rond, was respected throughout the suspended city. More than sixty years of service supported his legacy. My mother? I never met her. Dad told me she fell into the void of the Red Spot when buildings were unstable. 

    Although this is the end. I am not worried. I never saw myself as a king, sultan, or governor. I accept I served my people with joy and without imprudence. If someone picks this note up, I want you to know we didn't fight for our survivor.

Sincelery,

Cenirus, son of Ludzin, also known as the chosen one.