The Ancients' Echo

Tranquility Disrupted

The planet Klyria sparkled like a sapphire in the vast darkness of space, a beacon of tranquility in an otherwise turbulent galaxy. Its oceans, a deep cerulean blue, covered much of the planet's surface, with islands and continents spread like emerald jewels across the waters. Towering mountain ranges cradled vast forests and valleys, while lush plains stretched toward the horizon, dotted with vibrant cities that glimmered under the light of the twin suns.

Aeloria, the planet's capital, was a city of breathtaking beauty. Built along the cliffs overlooking the Crystal Bay, its architecture blended seamlessly with the natural landscape. The buildings, constructed from a material that reflected the colors of the ocean and sky, rose like pillars of light, their facades shimmering in hues of blue and green. Bridges of glass spanned the waterways that wound through the city, connecting districts and allowing for a free flow of life and culture.

At the heart of Aeloria stood the Grand Spire, a towering structure that housed the planet's central council and served as a symbol of Klyrian unity and wisdom. The Spire's sleek design spiraled upward, with balconies and terraces adorned with vibrant flora, offering breathtaking views of the city and the surrounding landscapes.

Inside the Grand Spire, Councilor Vael stood in his office, a circular room with walls made of transparent crystal that offered a panoramic view of the city. His desk, a sleek piece of technology, was cluttered with holographic documents detailing various administrative tasks. Vael, a tall Klyrian with silver hair and calm, piercing eyes, was reviewing a report on the recent advancements in their agricultural technology when a sudden alert interrupted his work.

A bright red light flashed on his desk, accompanied by a high-pitched alarm. Vael's eyes narrowed as he tapped the alert, bringing up a holographic message. The visage of a Drogan commander appeared, a menacing figure clad in dark armor, his reptilian features twisted into a cruel smile.

"People of Klyria," the Drogan's voice was a deep growl, reverberating through the room. "I am General Krag of the Drogan High Command. By the ancient rites of conquest, we claim your world. Surrender now, and you will be spared. Resist, and face annihilation."

Vael's heart pounded as the message ended abruptly, the holographic image dissolving into thin air. He stood in stunned silence for a moment, the weight of the threat sinking in. He knew the Drogan reputation all too well—ruthless, relentless, and nearly unstoppable. His mind raced, considering the implications of the message. The Klyrians were peaceful, their defenses outdated and insufficient against a force like the Drogans.

 Vael turned back to the window, looking out over the city. The beauty of Aeloria was unchanged, the people below going about their lives unaware of the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. He knew that within hours, he would have to inform the council, and they would need to make preparations—desperate, last-minute efforts to defend their home.

Without wasting another second, Vael activated his communicator. "This is Councilor Vael. Summon the council immediately. We have an urgent matter to discuss."

As he hurried to the grand council chamber, his thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and determination. The Klyrians had only recently joined the galactic community, eager to share their knowledge and learn from others. But now, it seemed, they were on the brink of destruction.