The planet was dying. To a person of the stars, this was a know fact, that everything dies. But now, it was different. It was the last planet of the universe.
The universe was dying.
More stars have been going out everyday. Last night, was the fall of the only other planet and civilization still left.
This planet, this dying planet was the only one left in a dying universe. It alone had survived where upon the millions planets and civilizations that have fallen to the bleakness of the space. What was once the most beautiful thing in the whole universe, the sky filled with beautiful stars, was now only bleakness of black.
The ground of the last planet of the dying universe was already dead. Their would be no growth nor green pastors again. No flowers nor trees would be on this planet. The seas have long drained away, the beasts and masters of this planet have long pasted on. It was a barren rock, the last planet of the universe. Nothing existed.
Expect I.
I was the last of my kind, once the strongest race in the universe. Now, I was the only thing in the universe. A universe that was dying.
My kind had unimaginable power, but I used it all to save myself. The rest of my kind went with the end of our planet, but I chose not to. I chose to survive.
Now, I was the last one. The last one in the universe. A universe who’s time was at an end.
A great trembling as the collapsed sun of this dying planet being to pull it in. Within minutes, it was over.
The universe was dead.
I had survived the end. There was only darkness, such everlasting darkness.
No.
It was not darkness. It was nothing. There was nothing, nothing left in existence.
Except for me.
I had my power that would let me live for a while longer, a couple of thousand years, but the nothingness would eventually claim me.
I could have ended it then. I did deserve to die. I ran when my kind stayed and tried to save universe. In vain, of course. The universe end was something no one could have stopped. Not even my kind.
But they tried, to the very end. In vain. But they all tried, everybody did try.
But not me. I ran. And now, I was the only thing left. There was only I and the nothingness that will claim me.
But I could do one thing…
No. I will die, I will not save myself.
It was several thousand years later, the nothing slowly breaking down my shield. The shield that was keeping me alive, the last being of a dead universe.
I had been thinking of my universe. The beauty of it, the wonders of it. The great civilizations and races, that lived and worked with one and other. All of the great beautiful stars that filled the sky. I was the last one to ever know of their beauty and grace.
No. I could not. I was strong enough to do it, but not enough to do it right. If I did it, then it would be so flawed. So greatly flawed. I could not do it.
But then again, I was flawed and I had done great things. I created stars in the skies. I brought colors to dying worlds, I saved them when they were about to die. When I did this, my kind did nothing. Only in the end, did they try to save what was lost. I knew it was pointless because I was flawed. They were prefect, and because of that, they had lost.
If I did it, it would all be flawed. But I was flawed and I did wonderful things.
Maybe it would be good to do it, but-
My shield was almost gone, and nothing was going to claim me.
I had to make my decision. Die or live.
No.
I knew what I had to do.
My shield was gone, but I was ready for it. Focusing all my power and might, I let out a great pulse of my power. The explosion of power fought against the nothing, but it needed something. It needed me to give it something.
For the first time in a long time, I opened my mouth. I knew there would be no going back, that my choice would be flawed, but I had to. So I would not be the only person to look up at skies and see the beauty of the stars. My stars.
They would be flawed, but they would be great for it. They be better for it. Better then my kind. Better.
So I spoke for the first time in such a long time.
“Let there be light!”
