Flash Fiction - 261 Words
|"Kromak, there's a disturbance within the realm, its reached the critical stage."
"How bad is it, Zycon?"
"Fissures are spouting dust and threatening oxygen supplies. Water temperature from streams to oceans are on the rise. Vegetation is dying every day. The Council Of The Realm and I met to save the galaxy, but it looks hopeless. Our warning signals returned to us, lasers failed to pierce the polluted gas shield."
"What do you think it means?"
"It means that all the Realm is in danger. As the Realm Keeper it's my duty to protect the majority, even if I have to destroy part of our system. Procyon is causing problems, he doesn't agree with my plan. Thinks he can save the galaxy, but it's just a move to become the next Keeper. As president of the Council he wants to travel to the galaxy. Even with all the trouble he has caused me, I tried to stop him, but he won't listen.
Summer scorched the land. News reporters warned of global warming and issued a health alert for international travel. Because of the heat water became scarce. The planet baked in the sun and the created order of the universe failed. Winter arrived with hotter temperatures. Riots broke out and anger erupted on the planet.
"Now, Zycon! Now!"
Blue lasers hurl through space, hit the planet and explode into a massive fireball that destroys Earth. What remains is a grey nothingness, a slate of ash.
A beam of light penetrates the darkness and the burnt out star Procyon shines on the barren wasteland.