Oblivion

Our ancestors once lived on a planet called Earth. The stories I was read always depicted a place of lushious green grounds and vibrant blue skies, a place dotted with existance and life, a place so perfect for their race that it seemed too good to be true. They lived in harmony for thousands of years, an abundance of peace and luxary to live with. That was, until the early 1800s. Wars showed more frequently and people began to turn on their own kind. The destruction inclined over 100s of years until finally, the world broke. The remaining residents of the newly demolished orb found home on a new planet that resided meerly light-years away. This place was called Ferris. Here, they repopulated at anastonishing rate. It seemed just as nice as their old dwelling, but more full of promise and renewal. Every child, at birth, was given a stone. A stone of much importance and destiny as it was found to lead you to your match, the one who you would live out the rest of your years with. But we were never meant to abandon Earth, only to rebuild. That's why Fate chose me, Radiance, and Ladik, my non-existant match, to be The Messengers.