It had been almost a full year since they got there, kylos was slowly but surely gaining muscle. It was snowing badly considering it was now December, his birthday was soon. He was not looking forward to it. It meant a year since he lost his family, a year since he started praying he would wake up from that grueling dream, a year since he started that extreme training. He hated every moment of it. He was mad, mad at the world, mad at Marissa, mad at Mort, mad at his sister Lilia, mad at his mom, at his friends, at his school, mad at the gods, and above all, mad at himself and those maelins. Maelins was a name they came up with for those monsters, maelins were living horror shows, disgusting, dirty, despicable creatures. The earth was showing signs of rotting, all flowers wilted, the air got harder to breathe in, the ground got mushier, to the point of trees falling over without any reason to, the oceans were unclean, coral reefs were dying. Though some plants still were okay, mostly potatoes, but kylos was kinda bored of eating potatoes everyday, sometimes they'd come across an animal that was barely rotted and eat it. It was rare but it happened. Maelins were edible though they tasted disgusting and almost always gave him diarrhea. The situation was definitely worsening. Though it wasn't very healthy a lot of processed food survived, mostly sweets which weren't very nutritional. Almost everyday they had tiny earthquakes, not due to the tectonic plates, but due to the maelins and their "spaceships" earthquakes were more often.

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