The Fates Trilogy: Book 1
"Our world made a mistake"
You stare up at the sky, dreading the entrance that you have to make. Dreading the information that would soon come to your ears. It sends shivers down your spine, but as the cries and pleas of the wounded and scarred call out behind you, you know that this was something you have to do. If only for their sake.
Taking a deep breath, you step into a rather small looking mud-brick building. Darkness consumes your vision, and a piercing cold seeps into your limbs. You struggle to keep your calm as you continue your way through the muddled blackness, the scent of mold rises up to tickle your nose.
The short hallway ends at a staircase, of which you descend. The steps lead you downward until you are left within a large room. Nothing but a small desk and a chair sits within the shadowed spaces, a miniature lamp rested on its surface. You take another step, and all of a sudden the light flickers on, casting the room with a bright, artificial light.
Blinking your eyes, you struggle to keep your heart from pounding out of your chest, and to keep your scared thoughts to a minimum. Why did the light turn on!? You ask yourself, panic rising in your chest and crushing your lungs. Your breathing comes faster.
"Plants... They are amazing things."
The words echo and bound around the room, slamming into the walls and spinning to chase you. You jump at the voice, head turning this way and that to find the source of the sound. You could have sworn no one was inside except for you. The information you are searching for should be written in a place where no beings exist, and that place was this building.
"We never would have known, though, how amazing they truly were. Our world made a mistake in thinking that the experiment would end in the revival of our food and resources."
"Who- Who are you?" You call out, backing up till your back presses against the cold stone wall.
The voice continues, as if it does not hear your question. "We were stupid, saying that forcing radiation into a plant would make it grow easier and harvest faster than it would originally. Our scientists didn't know the consequences of such a feat. And now... there are no scientists left to fix the problem they had created."
"What do you mean?" You ask, confusion settles in your mind as the stone digs into your skin.
"Please, have a seat, and I will show you the course of our failure and defeat."
"Show me?" You muse, stepping forward and doing what the voice asked. The chair behind the desk is comfortable, made with a soft fabric that must have been a good thirty years old - its color is faded.
"I hope you are comfortable, as this will be a long story of love, loss, and regret."
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