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Bedtime stories in pentaterra: A Father to his child

Dragoon Fighter

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It is a chilly winter, a lone house stands at the edge of the village. A father is tucking his child in the nice cozy bed. the house has an archaic gas furnace going. With calm bedtime holiday music in the back ground. Outside it is cold, blizzard conditions and a stormy black night with silver pellets covering all. The father gets up and goes to leave when his child ask...

Child: Father?

Father: Yes?

Child: Can you tell me a bedtime story?

Father: Sure.

The Father goes across the room gets a chair and gets conformable

Father: A long time ago there was a planet called Earth. No such planet of course exist any more. This was many many years ago. It is said that we humans are aliens that come from this planet on the edge of Milks Sphere. This planet was once a beautiful paradise, but was corrupted and its lone guardian became deathly ill...

Child: Why does earth only have one guardian?

Father: ...Different planets have different numbers of guardians, little one.

Father: As the story goes, all seemed doomed as the planet was going to eat itself, however the race called the syarg came.

Child: syarg? What are they?

Father: They are extinct on this planet. Do not worry about it.

Child: Why?

Father: I do not know.

Child: Why?

Father: Because that was 5 decades ago.

And with fatigue the child says...

Child: Oh.

Father: We humans asked the to lend us there knowledge and they did and after that we because nomads of the stars. Out of this people our family came to this planet, and has lived happy ever after.

Child: Why are we happy?

Father: Because I am the Arch-executive of this village and it is my job to help this village work, so we can all be happy.

The child says with heavy eyes.

Child: Ok...

Father: Sweet dreams little one.

The father kisses his child on the forehead and leaves the room closing the door softly behind him. The blizzered was subsiding, but all the father could think was...

Father: Guardians forgive, me for I have lied.
 
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