His name was Goob. He was 11. He had lived his whole life on the planet Crafteminia. He was extraordinary. In every sense of the word. Crafteminia was in terrible trouble. The natural resources were depleting, and a war was on the horizon that would wipe out the population. Goob's mother was the queen. With everything happening she had to be sure her son would survive, he was everything important to her. One night when Goob had fallen asleep. She wrapped him tightly in a blanket with a few important things and tucked him into an escape pod set for earth. She looked at him for a long time before kissing him gently on the forehead and sending him to safety. "Goodbye my son, I love you so" And just like that he was gone. Dreaming and floating unknowingly through space. What would tomorrow bring him?
