Planet Eden: The Garden

Chapter 15. History Lesson

Chapter 15.

Fang directed me towards a room that I had never been in before. It appeared to be an old office. It had my mind circling why this room was never used. It was covered in dust and scattered with spiders. A long-dead bird rested on the desk, it's bones and feathers the only thing left of it. I wrinkled up my nose in disgust, but Fang didn't seem to mind. It smelt a lot like death, but at the same time was filled with a natural smell of pine.

"I figured you would come to me eventually." Fang inquired, turning the curtains of the door closed before walking over to the desk. He grabbed the dead bird and casually tossed it across the room.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, watching as he sat at the desk, the chair creaking angrily at his weight.

"Wynter is too cautious of people, much like his father. Thorne is more of the emotional type, but she doesn't like to show it. Her involvement in a lot of events of the past has truly caught up with her psychologically." He tossed his boots onto the desk, his body leaning back to recline comfortably. "I appear as no threat, seeing as I only try to be straight forward with you. Everyone talks in circles around here."

"Duh." I rolled my eyes, plopping myself in the chair across from him. For once, I allowed my true self to leak through from my façade.

"You play the role well you know?" Fang observed me. "You don't trust us. We don't trust you. You try to seem like you're on our side and you put on a front as if you are but deep down you know you are slowly sparking an interest."

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering what he was playing at. He knew more than he was telling. He played the funny goof waltzing around making jokes, but he was clever. He was a lot smarter than I took him for.

"But you didn't seek me out so we could talk about you."

"No," I said flatly, my eyes never leaving his red ones. He shrugged, beckoning me to continue. "I want to know what happened."

He snorted, "Which time?"

"The beginning," I reached onto the desk and pointed on the far right. "Pretend this is when the human race existed," I moved my hand to the far left, "and pretend this is where we are right now."

"So, you want me to tell you a history lesson?"

It was my turn to feign coy in my seat, as if waiting for him to begin. I knew speaking more would earn him more time to think through but I guess whatever look I was giving him had caused him to concede. He placed his hand where my finger had been previously, on the far right.

"Our species used to coexist silently during the seventeenth to the twenty-third century of the human timeline. Blessed came first, only lasting a year or two before deciding they did not enjoy the humans. They left. Cursed came at the same time, but did not want to leave. They stayed until the last day of the human race.

The Cursed that were there were at the time somewhat peaceful. They caused natural disasters, impacted the weather, tore into the weak human minds to think smarter and deadlier. Cursed grew power-hungry to control their own world. At the time, Blessed controlled the entire continent on Eden. Cursed wanted their own planet. They wanted Earth. But they didn't want to get Earth without exposing themselves to the entire human race.

By the twenty-first century, the Cursed was doing a lot of damaging things to Earth. They damaged the atmosphere, poisoned the sea, brought ideas into the minds of the most powerful people. Some Cursed even managed to control their own country for a time, appearing to be human. The storms got worse, the natural disasters, and plagues like no other. There was so much death. The human race was fighting each other, fighting to survive. It was a slow process, larger mammals and species started going extinct. Humans who could not be tainted by the Cursed tried to stop the inevitable.