𓇻𓋹⚶⚷☉♅♃ꙮ⍟⃟⍣✺𓂀⚕✧⋄⟡⌇⍟...
Oh.. excuse me, there is a different, unified language in outer space, a language spoken by all who live in that eternal blackness, such as the leaders of planets, stars, or moons. Alright, I will translate for you:
What? Who am I? Heh, you will know soon...
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Chapter 1: The Event That Will Change the Fate of History
In the depths of the infinite universe, where moons and planets harmonize in an eternal dance around the Sun—the star that has illuminated them with its light for millions of cosmic years—in Sirumy, specifically in the majestic meeting hall, the eyes of the leaders met as they discussed issues concerning the entire solar system. They made crucial decisions that ensured cosmic balance and the absolute protection of their Sun.
However, in this session, things began to spiral out of control, and it seemed as though this Kai would be immortalized in memory.
Amidst the tension-filled atmosphere, the discussion opened regarding the fate of the leader of the tenth planet, Pluto, who had become the furthest of them in governance from the light. After a long silence that seemed to last for cosmic centuries, and much overlapping, incomprehensible talk, its owner uttered a stern voice carrying the event that would change the course of history:
"Pluto is out of the solar system."
A heavy silence fell, as if the universe itself had stopped. Nothing was heard in the hall except for a faint sound emanating from the accessories Pluto wore, a sound like the distant echo of a heart beating with sorrow. He stood silent, like a statue carved from ice. But inside him, a tremendous storm raged, devastating everything it touched. His eyes, despite their stillness, reflected a volcano of conflicting emotions that found no outlet except in his heavy silence.
He added in a changed tone—was it non-acceptance of fate, or denial of what had happened?
"Wha... What? N... No... This isn't right, this is a joke. Tell me you're joking, folks..."
This statement answers the question posed above: those were tones of voice carrying a mixture of non-acceptance and denial of reality.
And in softer tones, to calm the situation, a tall figure with orange armor and wavy brown hair said:
"Sorry, Pluto. This... is what the X-Politas decreed. In its view, you are just a burden to the team."
Another attendee added mockingly:
"What is this nonsense, Jupiter? Tell him the truth. Tell him about his weakness, his helplessness, his condition. Tell him that our solar system cannot tolerate such weakness. The weak need to hear harsh and painful words sometimes, don't they, teacher?"
After hearing those words—which felt like the stab of a poisoned dagger, their impact stronger because they came specifically from that short, grey figure, the outcast, dressed in pristine white with faint brown spots adorning his pale face—Pluto replied:
"Is it this simple for you to abandon me? After all the effort and hardship for the sake of this stupid system? What insolence and shame this group has reached. All of you, without exception, needed me—ran to me asking for help. I leave my duties, my planet, my moons, and come rushing to solve your trivial problems. And now what do I hear? You're just a burden to the team? No, the burden is the one who doesn't solve a problem that has been bothering him for cosmic centuries..."
He said this to the tall one with a tone of malice. Then he turned to two blue figures. The first, distinguished by the color of ocean waves, lowered his violet eyes, as if he didn't want to enter this discussion. He was called Neptune. The second wore a light suit combining faint blue and violet—Uranus. Pluto said, his anger controlling him:
"The burden is the one who relies on others to solve problems of moons and conflicts that concern him."
And in the same way, he glanced at the one with reddish-golden hair and armor—Venus—who averted both his eyes from Pluto:
"The burden is the one who doesn't care."
Finally, he finished his words looking at the one with grey armor:
"The stupidest thing I've heard in this world so far is you talking about the weak and the strong, Mercury. Remember yourself millions of cosmic years ago. How were you? How did you appear to the person standing before you back then? Do you know how he felt? He felt disgust, and wanted to atone for his sins by training you. Do you know what we conclude from all this? That you are just a means to satisfy the self."
Mercury fell silent for a moment, then smiled and said:
"How dare you say this now? Fine. Let's fight to the death. Heh, don't worry, I won't kill you, but I'll show you how weak the person who stood before me millions of cosmic years ago was, and—"
He didn't finish his sentence before one of the blue-colored leaders interrupted him angrily, to avoid any unacceptable conflict:
"Silence! Do you want to boast now? You are truly the only burden in this group. If you want to fight, fight me."
"Ooh... Neptune, it's not like you to engage in a duel between us leaders. So what happened?"
Mercury's reply was cold, trying to manage the situation. But Neptune answered firmly:
"Customs can change and shift according to various situations. And as the leader of a frozen planet, I do not allow anyone to transgress against my friend. If you had one, you might do the same."
A tall figure interrupted them—resplendent in olive-green attire, greyish-white hair, and hesitant violet eyes:
"P... Please, folks... Just stop this. We are brothers before we are friends. Don't you remember the oath we took exactly nineteen million cosmic years ago? And here you are defaulting on it after all this time? Why?"
"Listen, Saturn. The matter doesn't concern us or the oath we made, but rather the system that has defined our identities for millions of cosmic years. There's nothing we can do about it."
It was Venus who answered Saturn, but his tone carried hesitation. Silence filled the place for a moment, like the calm before the storm.
"Hey Pluto, where are you going?"
Uranus asked after Pluto stood up from his icy seat and walked toward the farthest wall in the room. Pluto added, in cold words conveying only one thing:
"This will be the last question I answer from you. I am going to my planet, condemned to isolation. Don't wait for my return. I will not come back here again."
There was hope, however slight, that someone would find a way to save him—that someone would rise and move toward him, seeking another solution, clinging to any possibility. But no one moved. Everyone remained in their places, watching silently, as if they had accepted that this was the inevitable fate.
Pluto stood in the heart of the hall's darkness, his body trembling not from fear, but from the raging anger within him, from the humiliation etched into his soul. His blue eyes were icy sparks, promising destruction. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles almost groaned under the pressure of his explosive emotions. Then he uttered words that could be described as the harbinger of doom that had befallen the galaxy:
"I will not return here again... except for revenge. I will erase this system with these two hands. Watch out, you failures. You will pay the price for mocking me and my planet. I... I will freeze the Sun."
After all this back and forth, the owner of the accessories turned violently and left, after the wall opened outwards, revealing a dark passage, as if the void had swallowed a part of it. The new avenger departed, almost setting the place ablaze with the sparks of his anger.
Behind him, negative emotions hung over the hall like a heavy black cloud suffocating the atmosphere. But amidst the tension and anger, there was another feeling dominating only two individuals—shock.
Mars and Earth, the only two leaders who hadn't uttered a word since the beginning of the meeting, remained frozen in their places, their eyes staring into the void, as if the storm that had swept through the hall had left them speechless, without reaction—only a heavy silence reflecting the horror of what had happened.
The decision was not merely an exile; it was the beginning of a story in which the fates of everyone changed, as Pluto began his journey in exile, to rewrite a history he never wanted to write.
So, in what way will this history be written?
Author's Note: Siromi / X-Politas / Kai / Cosmic Year or Eon: The truth of all these terms will be revealed in the upcoming chapters.
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