The Might of the Sun and Man

“Lord Flare, they know of our plans to invade,” he said, looking troubled as he burst into the meeting hall. “Indeed, I was already aware of that meaningless fact, Yolan. You were there when I declared war on the humans. The insignificant worms of Earth will do what they always do: sit on their hands and pray to a non-existent God to bail them out. I’m hardly worried about-” ''Sir, I apologize for interrupting, but they all know.” Yolan began. “The humans sent out a worldwide broadcast requesting aid to repel our invasion. We have the manpower to repel such an uprising but we have to move before they can prepare their forces.” His council gasped, they knew the punishment for interruption, as did Yolan. Flare, a humanoid made entirely of the intense fire from the Sun, rose from his ornate throne and approached Yolan. He was noticeably slimmer and his flames were much weaker than the titan that approached and towered over him. “As you all observed, I allowed Yolan to finish before I started speaking.” his deep, thunderous voice floods the meeting hall. He leans in close to Yolan’s face, “I specifically request every single one of my subjects to allow me to finish speaking before they address me. It’s common decency, Yolan and acknowledges the respect I’m due as your king. Did I not have this discussion with you when you first came to serve me? When the Sun first created you from nothing but a solar flare? Yes, I am aware of the worldwide broadcast. It’s the topic we are currently discussing. Meaning your interruption was also unnecessary.” Yolan gulped in fear. “Besides, my men and I have already taken the proper precautions and planned for this desperate uprising. It only prolongs their inevitable demise. Meaning-” he extended his large, mighty hand and placed it atop Yolen’s head “-I no longer have any use for you. I’m sorry it had to come to this, but I will not be made a fool, you will serve as an example for all.” Horrifically, the fire that was once Yolan was absorbed into the palm of the king's hand, who then grew a couple of inches, the girth of his flames increasing as well, leaving nothing but a pile of solid black crystals. He made his way to his podium, an army of humanoid soldiers waiting loyal and patient before their king. “My subjects, the earthlings are preparing for our onslaught. They welcome our might with resistance. Surely they must know they are no match for us. We are tempered with billions of years of strength, fortitude, and experience. Their existence is speck compared to ours. We must show them the power of the mighty Sun. After all, our home provides them with life. We must show them how easily that life can be taken away. They are worms, we are mighty dragons. We best not keep them waiting. Onward to s*******r my mighty men!” Roars from the crowd erupted as the king finished his speech. The Children of the Sun have watched for years as humans have destroyed the only planet that can support their lives. Tearing into its precious resources, destroying the only protection from the Sun’s intense heat and deadly ultraviolet rays, and manufacturing the destruction of the very planet they call home. It was time to end it. It was time for Scorched Earth in the most literal sense of the term. “Three years’ time, my brothers and sisters, three years and we will finally rendezvous with the Earth’s orbital position in our ships. Our heat and our fire will burn into the memories of every earthling, before we set the planet ablaze. This is Project Zero. Do not lose sight of our goal. Steel yourselves and prepare to fight those miserable pukes. Go! Grab your weapons! Board the ships! Focus only on revenge on the horrible humans that destroyed the precious planet, Earth!” Flare spoke with conviction but in his heart he knew there was a truly frightening and formidable force waiting for him. Wrestling with his racing thoughts he turned and retired to his quarters.