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    It was raining outside. The sound of the pat-pat against the old fashion window was calming. The little girl watched as a young copper haired boy ran down the bustling street and out of sight. The image of the boy lingered in her mind until the long, pale fingers of an older woman were gently set upon her scalp.

    "Dreaming again, little one," whispered the old woman. The little girl smiled and nodded.

    "I was just watching the rain," she replied. The elder chuckled. A memory of her mother's story came to her mind. She set herself in the old fashion rocking chair and watched the little girl. "Grand-mama, what was it like? In the days of Earth?" The question was asked so many times, but her parents always forbade her to know the truth. The old woman smirked. It was time she told the child anyway.

    "When I was your age, little one, most humans my age lived on the planet Earth. It was full of trees, green grass, different creatures, life. It was truly a masterpiece. It rained like this too. Rained very rarely though. But still, Earth was a good place." The little girl sat down in front of the frail, white haired woman.

    "Earth was simple. Had houses like the one we live in. But it was . . . corrupt. Wars. Many terrible wars against countries that we had befriended. Much blood was shed. The skies used to be blue. But those wars . . . they had died the skies black." The woman was lost in terrible memories for a mere second. "A program called NASA had sent a few hundred of us into space. And after years of slumber, we landed here and befriended those that lived here."

    The girl absorbed her grandmother's words and processed it in her mind. She looked up at the old woman then back out the window at the floating stone houses and brick-clay streets below. "Will it happen again? The wars?" The old woman glanced down at her granddaughter and smiled sadly. She reached out and her long pale fingers stroked the girl's ebony hair. "No my dear."

    It was merely a bit of truth. But at the same time . . . a lie. War never came to peacefully planet. But something much more . . . appalling was coming their way.