In the Third Era, settlers came to Rygar IV by the hundreds, escaping from the over-crowded conditions which plagued their former homes. Metallic and brittle, the so-called Last Walk signified the last steps colonists would take, perhaps ever. In many cases, hope and oxygenators were their sole companions. Some would drown. Many died.
Thanks to these early settlers, Rygar IV now boasts domed cities, artificial islands, and of course our precious deep-sea mines. We who bask in the lights of the Blue City, who gaze in peace upon the loveliness of our Twin Stars, may we never forget.
This is my weekly submission for Friday Fictioneers, where every week we write 100-word stories in response to a prompt selected by our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more stories, click on the frog!