Floating Rock Clan 1

In a world where everyone could do as they liked, she didn't like to do anything. The world was different. It bothered her. Sometimes life needed some rules. Some regulation. In this specific place, everyone had had their freedom for a long time. They had passed the era of new-found freedom, where destruction took place. People raged and crazed at, in, around, over, everything. It was madness. A time of sadness followed. A time of rebuilding, reforming, re-everything. Little had survived. Up to the point where they were now. Four generations later.

Scars could be seen everywhere. Very little happened in the last 100 years. Nature went its way. Plants slowly crept into the destructed and destroyed cities. It did not look like it looks in movies, where there were trees and vines everywhere. Not enough time had passed. That, and the earth was not exposed. Concrete floors still made rivers through a deserted area that only very few might remember. Enough time had passed so that even the eldest of people had not been old enough to see the revolution. They had heard tales though, and lived to tell their children, and their children after them.

The stories were always the same. People had been given free right to everything. At first they were happy. They could get what they wanted. But people got possessive. Those that gave all they had, could get nothing in return, and if they did not fled, died. Mayhap of starvation. Maybe killed. After all, everyone was free. This included all criminals ever caught. Many tried to flee. But where do you flee to? Where do you go when there is no order anywhere? Where people could behave as they liked without repercussion? They had arrived. They had started this. They said that they had been watching at thought it was time for change. Like They knew anything. They might have wanted destruction. They might have wanted the world to be broken and torn apart. They did not, however, expect rebellion against themselves.

With only a few of their race remaining, They unleashed a final cry. A cry of agony. A cry of pain felt. A cry of losing an entire civilization. A cry of realization of mistakes. The Earth had shook. Some say that the moon had come down to look at them. One half of the world had gone dry. The other half flooded. As the moon shook her head in agony and moved away, all the water of the Earth had heaved a sigh, and crashed down. Nobody knew what the Earth had looked like; everything was water now. Some of the younger generation doesn't believe that there is another side of the Earth. They only know their world. Their little world in the only place that is known to have survived.

On a floating rock. Nobody knew where it came from. Elder generations told of a world where no rocks floated. Where it wasn't possible. Where water didn't move through invisible space to create waterfalls from the floating rocks to the water. Of a world where there was enough land for billions of people to live. She never understood this. She could not comprehend the idea of billions of people. She could barely comprehend the idea of a thousand living together. Once, a young man had dared to jump from one of the floating rocks. Many have, of course, and never returned. He, however, had returned. He had said that there were more floating rocks. That, if you could stay afloat long enough, you could pass beneath them. He was lucky, he had said, to have come back. “The currents changed; the wind moved as I needed.” He had said that he had gotten back by swimming to the wellrope and climbing up it. That had caused quite a ruckus. The dear women at the top had been hauling water and could not understand the extra weight. She had called all nearby of her clan to help keep the wellrope from falling.

He did not stay long. And he never returned. A life of adventure was what he had desired, and he firmly believed that there were more people out there. More clans like our three. She could almost believe. So she didn't like to do anything in this world where she could do everything, because what she wanted to do was not something she had courage enough for. And as she thought about the possibility of other life, she stared at the waterfall coming down the nearest floating rock, which was many leagues away, and wondered whether there too was somebody that might be thinking the same.