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Islands Remain

a Doomsday Prophecy

By A. LuschPublished 3 years ago 7 min read
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Chosen by Soitras

I open my eyes; heavy humid darkness surrounds me. I'm in that moment of transition from sleep where reality is lost; everything is ok—a split second of forgetting the heaviness of the new world. The emergency sirens in the distance are my alarm clock. My stomach drops as I realize what I'm hearing. This is the new world. I remember why my body aches. I'm not in my bed in my home. I reach out to feel for my daughter; she's here, the panic subsides. I stand up out of bed, and the motion sensor lights flutter on, illuminating the military-grade bunker. The cold, sterile walls are not welcoming. I remind myself, at least we are safe. As if on cue, the siren goes off again in the distance. I throw some clothes on, grab my knife secure it to my pocket, and holster my gun to my waist. I twist the knob on the top of my radio, and the frequency squeals in. Before I can radio in my request, I hear traffic "Incoming alien vessel." They are here for us.

It's been at least a month since the declaration of World War III. We had no choice, America, that is. North Korea and Russia had an explosive argument, literally. Nobody even knows the reasoning yet. Nucs were fired, the entire earth shook, and immediately started shifting. Across the world, the civilian population knew something happened before anything was broadcast on the news. Panic was not instant. It gradually rose. Almost as if a delayed response. Slow-motion panic. As soon as I felt the shift, I grabbed the kids, locked them in the house, and made a trip to the store, knowing this would be big.

We had plenty of resources. So we stayed locked down at home as the information started trickling in. The mass panic didn't set in until about a week after the Nucs were fired. People lost it when small silver foreign ships started flying into our atmosphere. Alien fleets rushed the planet every single city had an uninvited intergalactic guest. Most people tried to flee, although having nowhere to escape. There were mass suicides. Some people took to worshiping the aliens and asked to be abducted. I was paralyzed with fear, myself. Until I was connected to an alien, they call themselves Sotiras. They look like what Hollywood says they should, yet nothing at all like that. They have grey skin, but it isn't the color of death grey. It is grey and translucent. Their blood flows through their body freely; all around, you can see the fluid moving through their translucent skin, and it looks like liquid glitter. They are terrifying yet the most awe-inspiring beings. Their skin feels like a dolphin's skin but dry. Their eyes are dark yet change color depending on what they are doing and their intent. They don't have mouths that speak. Communication is all through telepathy. They eat plants but liquid plants that are not from this planet. Their technology is nothing anyone has dreamed of yet. It defies all logic and science of this planet. They all have a mission, a role, and they know exactly how and when to do it without communication as we know it. They are all in tune and connected with one another at all times. Time is fluid for them. I connected with one of their leaders. The being found me and explained everything. They came to salvage what they could of the planet and the human race. They neutralized nuclear warfare.

I know this to be true because I witnessed it once I connected with Alastor, my alien guide. The initiation of connection was intense. It hit me hard and out of the blue. I felt a headache come on. It intensified beyond my pain threshold with a flash of light. Once that subsided, I was coming to with the loudest ringing in my ears. Then the voice in my head, a voice unlike any I've ever heard. I was introduced to Alastor, and within an hour, I understood why they were here, what happened to our world, and a general understanding of their existence.

Alastor took me along for one of the clean-ups after my panic subsided. They showed me how they cut masses of land, earth matter, with a type of laser, moved pieces of the earth the size of cities to the nuclear hot zone, and neutralized the nuclear waste using some type of energy bubble. The land was dissolved. It was the element needed to act as a sponge. This alien tech is what neutralized the aftermath of nuclear weapons and saved us. As they complete this process, they are designing the new world order.

All that remains are islands. The islands already in place are left alone; they are the teachers of our new way of life. Island mentality is what will sustain our race. Islands and indigenous people know and love that way of life. Peaceful, resourceful, responsible way of living every day. It's a beautiful way of living, and hopefully, someday, the new world of islands will be one of peace. But for now, the problem lies with the people who have lived a life of gluttony. There's a power struggle, and there are fights over belongings. There's very little teamwork. There is a military, but weapons are limited. War is not a possibility while Soitras are present. They are a peaceful race. They can read a person's intent and illuminate their nature for those of us with good intentions. As we cast them out, their numbers grow as they find each other. We all know the danger of the future with them.

Back to why the aliens are here for us. Alastor told me to be ready; they would come for my daughter and me. He did not tell me why or when. He placed us on a secure island and gave orders for our protection. Today is the day we find out why. I wake my daughter; she is only 5. She is unique with special abilities. She cannot verbally speak but understands everything. She is beyond brilliant with the purest heart. Her big blue eyes are the calm of the sea and the passion of a hurricane. She is physically capable well beyond her age. We are escorted out of the bunker to a group of Soitras positioned in a semicircle. They place us in the center, my daughter in front of me, my hands on her shoulders. I am her bodyguard; I am her safety. The group of Soitras start speaking to us. To our entire world. They can broadcast a large message such as this when they join efforts. Hands at their side and heads tilted up toward the sky. The message is this: The new world leader has been chosen.

Do not underestimate her power, for we sustain it. She is the only hope for the survival of your race. She possesses abilities beyond your comprehension. She is chosen and protected by Soitras. She will be known by the locket of life—the heart of Soitras. Alastor steps forward and places a heart-shaped necklace over her head. Inside of the heart is the green liquid of life from their planet. It is only accessible to her. With this necklace, she possesses all of the abilities of Soitras while being protected. She can also directly communicate with them once they return to their planet. She is only five, I plead with them, she is too young do not put the weight of the world on her. They assure me she is safe and wise beyond the wisest 50-year-old on our planet. Alastor offers a Soitras guide to stay with us until she is ten. By then, the world will be settled into a new way of life, and the wars will be over. I accept, and with that, they start their journey back home.

As for our world, our technology is not what it was. It's almost as if we've gone back in time a couple of hundred years. Life is simple again, but labor is intense. With the help and knowledge of our alien saviors, we are well on our way to living the right way, a sustainable way—the island way of life.

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A. Lusch

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