Humanity was the undisputed rulers of the earth. With their intellectual prowess and their ability to work together, they conquered the sky, trapped lightning in a bottle, and journeyed into the vast beyond. Most of them lived like kings. They could heal from otherwise fatal wounds with medicinal care and could travel beyond the speed of sound. Of course, it was no paradise, but the majority lived fattened from their specie’s success.  Eventually, however, their wasteful life became their ruin. Resources ran out, many of them completely depleted. The sky was tainted brown by pollution and chemicals. Countries fought with weapons that killed millions in moments, all for the precious few resources left.  But some held hope for the new generation. This planet may have been ravaged, but the universe was large. Surely there were other hospitable planets out there. They made a craft and filled it with eight people- a married couple that would run it and six children of different backgrounds and traits, placed in stasis to preserve their youth. Then they sent it out into the unknown. For a long, long time, they drifted through star system after star system. And eventually, they did find a planet. One that had water, suitable temperature, and an atmosphere that wasn’t harmful. But most important of all, life. When Nathen wakes up, he finds himself in a burning spacecraft, on a planet vastly different from his own. Warning- English is my second language. I'm just a middle schooler, and as such, lack some of the qualifications needed to write something really worthwhile. Also my first attempt at writing. Expect little to almost no updates, because this is all on a whim.