Fiction:The Legacy/Downfall

''... as followed by the prior clashes outside the five planets engulfed in bombardments and wreckage of the us and them. It has provided that the alliances and the joint-effort armies have no chance against them on their own.''

 

''... a third of the forces sent to the battlements did only make it out. But that's not the biggest issue we have got here. According to the *zzzzrt* army. They have been sighted in the outskirts of the inner territories of *zzzzrt*. Several governments and nations reports the same with a few exceptions...''

The voice makes an audible sigh. Followed by an angry foreign talking slowly fading into the background. The broadcast has come to another end. This gigaquadratic war has been too much for all the powers. Nothing is going to, neither is it possible to stop them. The channel switches to an empty white noise. The man promptly pushes down an button, the makeshift radio starts playing classic music, oh the harmony, the swinging notes. Between his boney and dirty fingers, he grasps a small package with the distinctive red and white colors. It's edges are worn that the color has faded away. He gently pried the packet's lid open. He inspects the packet's wide open empty hole. There's only a stick left. By his own heart, he pinches the high end and pulls it out from the little packet. He then closes the packet in his hand. The stick is probably the one and the only left of it's kind. Raising it higher up in front of the light source dangling from the roof. It sealed between the hand's bony, yet alive, fingers clenched together. Out of depression and exhaustion the hand falls drop-dead and lands softly on his legs spread out on the floor. He lifts his head and stares emptily into the light halo. Probably the last light he will be alive to witness in this world, he thought. He feels like he could take a small look back the history before the war. The only historical piece he had was the packet which had the last white stick. Lifing up the hand until he could see the black text flaring out the red-white background. It was written in a foreign language, but luckly, he knew this language. Thanks to the education he was offered in the military camp back since then. But the wars made him to forget which nation and ethnic group it once belonged to. But he was still able to recognize it.

High-quality pre-rolled tobacco... the rest were scraped away by the worness. But the little insignia decorating the lid was seemingly a royal heraldic. A little inscription was visible underneath it.

Proud brand since the 2800's

2800 the man mouthed. The mouth opened more and more the lips shook. The face slowly gather together like a wrinkled grape. Tears plowed small rivers on the dirty covering the cheeks. Teeth bit shut and the man's hands cave onto his eyes.