The discovery of a new planet, great joy went through the nation at long last. An expedition of 6 prepared fast, hoping to ask the king for his support. They wished to leave this planet, the earth bare. Bare of any opportunities left, that which bound humans no longer present, that hope which fueled man no longer left bare. The king rejoiced, he, and the nobles wished, the peasants also wished, to leave this world. For six days, and six nights, the people laughed. One night for each of the heroes which found. This planet would be called chronic, “for long”. And so the people rejoiced. Hope was bright.

On the seventh night, night of departure, the expedition talked to the lone king. Their goals, their hopes, they would be heroes long. Yet… something went wrong then, the king went mad; his veins bulged, and his staff weighted heavily. A madness was present in his eyes, cold. A madness not seen the night before, cold. His body moved mechanically, stiff. His actions were cold, robotic even. The six died that night, news of the king spread. A party of six, bearing the names of, went towards the castle years later, vengeance. And so, with their heroics they slain him, tales of their ancestors preparing them. Yet… at what cost? Only one remained live, and even he succumbed to his wounds soon. The king shattered, the heroes shattered too, cursed by their elven overlords to hell. And so the rocket was built in secret…

The king had been weakened by time and wear, yet, they had only barely succeeded still, who could have done this? It was apparent, but better left unsaid, they shall be praised. Their sacrifice paving the way for long.

“A tragedy borne through ambition bright, yet this ambition shines brightly, a flame, martyrs move us closer to our dreams.