The War of the Worlds: Solar Alliance

Chapter 1: The formation of the alliance

We all remember the horrible days of the Great War between Man and Martians. In 1898, a single man had travelled so far and survived so much that he was considered a hero and was honoured publicly in every news paper for a few weeks. But when his fame cooled down, he and his wife settled down and had a child together, after that he wrote an autobiography about his experiences during the war. I myself remember my great grandfather telling me how he saw him in his room, writing and writing away. With a bottle of whiskey near by.

Not long ago, humanity discovered some life on Venus, with carful construction we had made it to the planet and somehow communicated with the Venusians, surprisingly their language is much similar to ours, opposed to the Martians telepathy. The Venusians themselves looked more like insects, such as the creature in the 1986 film 'The Fly'. That's the closest thing I could compare them to. We introduced them to Martian technology such as the fighting machine and the brown fluid inside one that is an alternative to coal power.
The Venusian's had offered us an alliance. Though we thought the Martians would never have come back to our planet. We agreed anyway. Besides, when I asked my college professor of astronomy about the potential second war, he reassured me. "The chances of a second invasion from Mars are a million to one" he said. I felt a sign of deja vu, possibly because that same structure of sentence was used by Ogilvy, the first victim of the Martians.

One day my professor had asked me if I wanted to meet him for the yearly surveillance of Mars. We headed up to his observatory, and he turned on the screen, since the great salvage of 1927, telescopes to Mars have changed, we were able to look directlyp from any Martian Machine. We chose the view of a Taxi machine, and We watched it stroll around the surface. Red Weed getting stamped on by its fragile legs. It headed to a large building, as look op we watched we saw Martians discussing, as we were not physically present at that moment, we could not hear l
them telepathically speaking, but we thought that it was discussing about The Venusian/Earth Alliance.

Later that day, another student of my class had observed Mars with his own Telescope, a family heirloom, made in 1795. He said he saw a green flash. He told the news sources in his town, they told him he was rather experiencing visual migraines or something had smudged on the front lens. I personally had some doubt of his claim but I mostly believed him, he was known as the second best in the class.
As I headed home, I saw the landmark titled "A soldier frozen in steel", it was a non-functional fighting machine, rusted and eerily silent. The slit where it was theorised that the Martians viewed the world out of dark and hollow, it seemed empty. I couldn't help it but every time I saw the machine, I felt scared like a little child against a stranger, it's three legs, 75 feet high, with a 25 foot body, lingering above where so many people were eaten, suffocated and burned alive.

As I arrived home and sat in my bed, my mother cooking stew while my father busied himself with his delivery business. As I watched the night sky. I noticed a little green spot, small but still noticeable. I felt a sense of dread come to me. A fear I had not felt since I heard what happened to my great great grandfather all those years ago. But even so, I lay down. Watching as the dark room became darker and darker as I fell asleep, but yet as I slept. I knew that this was the beginning of a terrible fate. For many of the world.