There are many issues with the current state of this universe, the nobility in each solar system makes living in this vast expanse like living in hell itself. 

The history of this universe that I was born into is dark and filled with bloodshed. With mountains of books talking about all of the wars that have been started and finished in the brief 750 years since the initial galaxies were created using the three God's transcendental powers.

Our universe, our planets, our lives and families, they are no more than pawns used in experiments for these beings, no one knows their true intention, whether they have benevolent wishes or whether once they've done what they set out to do, we'll all be gone.

But those sorts of things only exist in the books I've read in the library. 

The planet I currently inhabit is ruled by the noble family of Truscia, they're kind people, much kinder than the monarchs of our solar system. I had met Lady Truscia once at the dragon festival, she was a sweet old woman of short stature, but she was strong, I could tell by the feeling of the air shifting around her as she walked. There were reasons why certain families got appointed as the rulers of individual planets. Although ancestry plays a role, the main factor tends to be strength.

However apart from my brief interaction with Lady Truscia, I've lived a relatively uninteresting life. I currently live on a farm run by my aunt, after the death of my late mother, living and working with my older sister and my two cousins. It's a boring life but I quite like it. Away from all political problems and my status as a farmer grants me immunity to the conscription that might occur if an all out war took place within my solar system.

"Get up." The soft voice of my youngest cousin jolted me out of my daze, I liked to ponder on the universe, but I still had to do my job. "Ughh this place is so boring, isn't it brother." A much rougher voice sounded from behind me as I placed my hand down on the soft floor underneath me that levered me off my back. 

"Quit your whining Meredith." My aunt had snuck in whilst we were all resting and a small clap vibrated softly through the room and my aunt clapped her hands together, ready to list out our daily chores. "Attention soldiers, today's jobs will consist mainly of work around the house. Seth, I would appreciate if you could put some clothes on and then go clean out the barn. Meredith, you're on cooking duty today, I expect some top quality food from you." She ordered with a friendly tone. The middle aged lady stood around 175cm and constantly wore a smile on her face. Wearing tight black trousers, that clearly limited her movement, and a dark blue polo neck, you could tell that she didn't do the work around here, leaving it to us instead.

"And finally, Mer, the main house needs cleaning, you can do that, seeings as you're pretty useless everywhere else." She addressed me with a more condescending tone, her smile falling slightly. Just enough to let me know she didn't appreciate my being here. 

My sister, Meradith, had always been useful to my aunt, and had been here since Father's recruitment into Planet 2's medical corps. Being a healer meant that lots of units wanted him, he had the freedom to visit other planets to help in big raids, or even to fight in low level wars between countries or continents. 

He was an anomaly in his field of work. His healing skills weren't limited to just physical injuries, they were able to heal mental injuries too. He had healed Meradith's mother from PTSD before she was killed on her home planet, Planet 7. 

After the war in Planet 7 reached its end, my father had relocated back to Planet 9 where he met my mother and I was born.

It was 6 years ago when I last saw him, when he set off for a 10 year station at Planet 2. I didn't feel any animosity towards him for leaving us, although 4 years after he had left, my mother passed away due to a medical condition that slowly destroyed her brain. He could have healed her, I knew that, but in this universe when there is an opportunity to move up, you need to take it, no matter the cost. 

Maybe one of the reasons I didn't feel anger towards him was due to the monthly payments that flowed in from Planet 2. No doubt the only reason my aunt decided to keep me here.

Even with the problems with my current situation, I could do nothing but try and enjoy my time in this universe before another large scale war breaks out and my something terrible happens like the planet I call home being destroyed in a battle between regents.

However tomorrows worries should be dealt with by tomorrow's me. Like my Father used to say before his transfer. "Never worry about the inevitable, don't try and dwell on the future, but live today as the man you are now and live tomorrow as the man you are then."

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It was all collapsing around me.

The comfortable home town I lived in, the people surrounding me and my sister, even my sister herself. They were all crumbling.

There were cracks covering everything, long and small, with light protruding out of them. I focused on the necklace my father had given Meradith before he left, I could see the white light sticking out from each of the detailed cracks along its surface. It was all I could focus on during this sort of situation. My tall, broad sister had wrapped her arms around me, so tight that I felt a sort of crushing in my shoulders, but her grip was weakening. "This can't happen... please Mercury, please live... don't die at the hands of this calamity. Live on and carry your name throughout history." She managed to croak out, the once powerful voice that came from my sisters mouth was now no more than a rough whisper, each word sounding like sandpaper scraping against metal.

I was going to die.

There was nothing I could do in the face of such an event. A world eater.

The translucent calamity talked about in folk tales, said to only feed once every 100 years. The creation of the Gods. The only being in this universe that wasn't born here. 

However, that folk tale seemed to be here, the reality of the situation shattering any of the hope I had of surviving this. The extraterrestrial being was consuming the world I lived on. Millions of inhabitants were in the same predicament as me, lines of pain running up and down their skin in the form of craters of light, slowly expanding, as if being torn apart. 

There was no warning to this event, the only survivors would be the rich, the nobility, the people with the ridiculous amount of money to be able to purchase a gate in their houses. And they would only survive if they were close enough to their gates.

My once whole sister, stood in front of me, her arms had fallen off, replaced with gaping holes of light. A smile crept across her face as her final scraping words were released from the hole of light that used to be her mouth.

"Destroy this wretched universe, for me. Okay little brother?" The void where my sister had once been was staring back at me, I couldn't help but feel that it was smiling at me, reassuring me that everything would be okay. But there was nothing left, the necklace that used to hang around her neck fell to the 'ground' and broke apart into a million little pieces of light before moulding into the surrounding light. 

I could feel my body being ripped apart, like something was pulling at my skin from every angle. My left arm had been completely absorbed into the world eater, but I maintained more of my body than the other people around me. I wanted to live, I didn't want to end my life like this, I refuse.

As people seemingly gave up on their lives, so did the hold they had on their bodies, the once lively town I had just been out to get groceries from, was gone. Not even the light around me remained, the only light being the light protruding out of me. I could see the light out of the pit of what used to be my arm, and there was a gaping feeling in my back, as if it had been opened up. The bottom of my left leg had left me, my side ached as another hole opened up from it.

And before I knew it, I was a floating torso and head. I was screaming internally, trying to maintain my consciousness over the unbearable pain surrounding every crack and crevice in my skin. 

But even with all of my efforts, my will to stay alive, I finally lost the hold on my conscious, and before I could even react, everything went dark.