Dear Stephen,
I am writing this hiding in a room with an escape pod with you safe inside. We have waged war on our people, a few of my battalion choosing to side with their commander. A lot of them have died but a few have escaped after performing the job that I assigned them. Your mother was shot, I don't know if she made it to her escape pod and I don't know if I will make it to mine. I don't even know if it will work and get me to safety. I take peace in knowing yours will make it safely to Earth. I've contacted a few people on Earth who are aware of your presence and that you will be arriving in a year. Please don't be upset that you don't have us with you; we are always with you. I'm leaving these journals for you in a box that will unlock when you turn 17 years old thought it may get damaged, so it could open at any time. We love you, son, we did this for you. I hope one day you grow up to be like your mother and not like the horrible creatures we share a species with. You deserve better, to live better, to know love, and happiness.
-Love,
Your father, Soval Sythara.
Next, Soval did the hardest thing he had ever had to do. He pushed the button launching his son into space on a course to Earth. He cried with a happy smile and ran to the escape pod left for him. When he launched there was a malfunction and the emergency life support kicked in. No matter how hard he tried to fix the machine he soon succumbed to the gas that would put him in a coma-like state until he landed wherever the pod would take him. Then everything went dark.
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The Near-End of a Species
Science FictionSoval, a member of a violent alien species keeps a journal of his life. This specific journal is about the years leading up to the birth of his son, Stephen. Soval was obsessed with Earth culture and studied them the best he could from his ship and...
