It had been a decade since they had found, a planet which could hold life close, alive! A grand discovery similar to… this planet which they stood on, this earth ground. In secrecy a rocket was slow made, it’s discovery could not happen now, too much was at stake, the state of many, the stakes were the fate of a race enslaved. She had worked on the project, little made, progress was slow, aggravatingly slow, yet there was nothing they could do to rush, it would be almost a centuries time. Yet hopes were high, their grandchildren would fly. Yet here on this earth, they were shackled taught.

The elves held a firm grasp over their lives, society, innovation, but dreams. They wished to escape, revolt like back then. Their knowledge the last, at least that they knew. So they held it close, a treasure hidden.

The world outside was lush, untouched by man, only small cottages of wood and stone, only they marked the landscape so proudly. Asides from the skeletons which still stood, a haunting reminder of the past world. One which would never come to fruition, at least on this planet, this barren world… this barren world of green and hierarchy.

With a sigh she looked over at the frame, with a sigh she smiled at her long hopes. They’ve been working at it on and off long, nights and days passed in and instant yet why… why did there always seem to be more plans? Plans upon plans, scraps and remnants lost. Some things they could not make, they found those things. Some things they could not find, so they begged for, traded for, hoped for, until they inched close. She would sometimes look up at the sky bright, worried one of those flying drones would come, just too close, close enough to see, then… gone. Her worries kept her up at night and day… yet it’d be worth it, her legacy lives.

“Oh to be immortal and so carefree, maybe tomorrow we’ll find more lost scrap, to be immortal but so very ‘lone, i’d rather be me, at least I can hope…”