THE FALL OF THE SOLARS
Many tales speak of when peoples from beyond our star invade our home. Fiction, mostly. The ramblings of the psychotic, otherwise. Perhaps it is simply the nature of the people of the universe: always fantasizing about our own demise. Who could have anticipated that my comrades and I would become such a fantasy become manifest? Certainly not I, not in any of my wildest dreams. Not three, I was but a citizen, a member of our most Holy Empire. And I was chosen. It was a glorious day, but one filled with sadness nonetheless. Now I am a living weapon, forevermore. And I shall fulfill my duty, for King and Cattle.
It has been seventeen since my comrades and I first boarded the transport. The vessel is cramped, and reeks of the Cattle our new bodies are formed from. No matter. We will exit in time. And then we shall fulfill our divine purpose, for King and Cattle.
The vessel's door has opened. Their star is blinding, their air unbreathable to what I was befo