I come from a world.....
                                                   ...........that is dying.


A world too fixated on surviving to realize...it has to murder before it is to live. For some reason...although I love my world, my people, and despite my deep rooted love for my core family...I can not feel proud of the task that lies before me. After a lengthy tribal competition, that one exemplary warrior from every tribe is chosen, and those chosen ones fight to the death for the right to be the traveler, the seeker, the retriever, and the deliverer of the savior for our planet. 


Despite the fact that I fought to the death, and won countless battles to prove myself worthy of this task...saving my/our world...I do not feel proud of what actions lie before me. 
As it is with other worlds...dying is a part of living...but for my people...our existence has been shortened...stripped away....and left barren. 


Ruined...if you will. My tribe, which was a tribe of plenty... thousands upon thousands of He-sies, and She-sies coexisting happily, has been raped, and left diseased, and sterile. And we have no one to blame...but ourselves.


But.......My mission is clear. 


Become one with my new body, travel to a new galaxy, to a very small planet named...Earth, become one with the species on this planet, locate-infiltrate a prime specimen, once retrieved return with it to our world, prepare it for total inter-planetary re-propagation with all he-shies, which will completely drain it of its fertile capabilities leaving nothing but the barely living husk.  Afterward it is to be handed over to the proper authorities for swift merciful disposal.


Again...I say...my mission is clear. But the more I lived in this new body, the more it grew dark, and my unobstructed objective clouded over with hesitation.This assignment was becoming  severely compromised with confusion, with doubt, and with resistance, once I realized this new body had fallen in love with the prime species. The one and only candidate docketed for certain termination. To be murdered by the elders of my planet for the successful existence of their own lives... 


            ..........Of our own lives. 


I am not exempt. But I am in love {for lack of a better familiar word}...and for some earthly reason, this new heart will not allow me to consider anything other than that fact. My specimen, though a savior for us all...became tangible to this new me. it...She took shape in my new mind, in my new loins...and snatched at the intricately woven synapse of my warrior conscious. 


I...I am at a loss for direction. And yet, I know what must be done. But this new...me...will not allow it. I can not. I...can't. Curse the very Gods...for I know now that my mission is riddled with holes, pitfalls, and blurred vision. It is no longer a clear mission...it is love.


But what is to be of my planet....of my people? If i do not do this.....thing...I am condemning my world to inevitable death. However, doing this will most assuredly condemn me...to miserable everlasting life. 


I am not a hero. I am a curse for one person on this world. 


And now...
                ...for my world...
                                          ...I have become...
                                                                      ...their destroyer.