Nettle

(TW: Death mentioned)
== Prologue ==
Moon looks down on the land. A smooth plain of rustling grass is torn with scars of Man. Moon is not feeling merciful, and Moon is in control. The tide’s bend to Moon’s will, Moons jealousy, desire, hunger, anger, fury, rage, every bitter, ruthless thought. And Moon has become wrecked with an influx of power. Man is the ruin of Earth, the nettle in a patch of wildflowers. Moon cannot perceive a clear success for Man, who will be their own destruction.
If Man cannot exist together, what is the solution? To spilt off into galaxies? Or will they simply war among themselves until there is a conqueror? One colony standing supreme. This is the question Moon has pondered over for centuries. It would seem that Man is incapable of mingling together, so they split off into over a hundred groups of Man. Each with separate languages, separate cultures, and beliefs. Separate. They cannot exist as one without hunting themselves to extinction.
Dead stars are the brightest stars in the sky.
== Chapter 1 - Lexi ==
50,000 YEARS LATER
Lexi suddenly stopped. She had been wandering the barren wasteland that was once her home. The key word here, was “once”, Once, before the bombs. Once, before the Army killed her friend, Charlie. Once, before she and her girlfriend had been forced apart by the troops, to different death camps. Lexi could even be sure if she was even alive. She could still remember Jetta’s face, her deep green eyes, her raven black hair and skin, pale as snow. The starburst of freckles that were dotted over her cheeks. She and Jetta were at the turning point of their relationship. It had started as an easy friendship, slowly evolving into a one-sided crush on Lexi’s part, then slowly, Jetta came to love her back, and they had settled into what felt like the new normal. And then Army came along. They weren’t actually called the Army, they were called A.R.M, A.R.M., stood for Azethae Regional Moderators. Army was just a term the locals used. They had started as a political group, and then they got a new leader who craved power like a starved man craves food.
Azethae was just a region though. The were hundreds of other regions on one planet. I
“Well,” Lexi thought, “that didn’t get us very far. No use speaking Daraen if your enemy does too.” 
And then the bomb fell.  
== Chapter Two - Jetta ==
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Category:Short Story
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