Aurora Lesso

The Takeover

I was fifteen in the year 2042, when nature rebelled against mankind. Not only normal animals, but other worldly creatures, too. Elves, trolls, dwarfs, vampires, dragons, and any other magical creatures you could imagine came out of their hiding place and fought against humanity’s destructive habits, tired of overpopulation, extreme pollution, and habitat destruction. The human race’s population was brought down tremendously, leaving only three million alive, compared to the massive tens of billions that used to occupy the planet. Those of us that hadn’t been massacred were either sorcerers that had hid in the mortal world, like my mother, or enslaved, like me. Anything that polluted the earth was destroyed, and, through magical means, the pollution levels in the world were slowly brought down until there was nothing left but clean air, water, and soil. Now, it’s 2054. I’m twenty-seven, and the Takeover, which is what the falling point of humanity is now called, feels like a lifetime ago. Almost all the humans I know are still upset about it, and want to fight against these newer, more powerful forces, but won’t because those who have rebelled were put down incredibly harshly and as publicly as possible. Not that I would say this to anyone, but I think that the world now is a lot better than the world was when humanity drove the wagon. There’s virtually no crime, absolutely no pollution, and the earth isn’t getting destroyed by an overabundance of mines and cities. Enslaving humankind isn’t right, because, like every race, we have our own good qualities, but the world is undeniably a better place because of it. I just wish that those of us who wouldn’t start a fight to bring humanity back to power would be freed, if there was an accurate way to pick us out.