| A small girl, by the name of Einalinea, was oneday walking on an expanse of grass. She was a happy thing, with a merry smile and not a trouble to perturb her joyous life. But this day, she had heard tell of a planet destroyed. All the population dead, was the story. Eina felt pain for the small planet, which was far away from her own. "If only I could help," she muttered in her tinkling, bell-like voice.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a colossal bang, which shook the foundations of planet Nataresaletava, her home. Quaking with fear, she dove to the ground, silver eyes tightly closed.
KABOOOOOOOOM! The explosion sent clumps of earth soaring into the air, a great wave of rocks, debris and dust shooting towards the sky. It blotted out the star of Vetat, it's bright light muted and dulled. Underneath all of this, the little girl was buried, gasping with rattling breaths. Above her prone form, high in the sky, a cloud began to take shape. But this was no ordinary cloud: it was a swirling vortex of bright colours, the emotions and wishes of people. Slow as a sloth, it traveled down, down, down towards the now decimated planet of Nataresaletava.