Leaves and dust whirled an eerie dance in the predawn light.
The life-giving sun began its rise over the horizon of Ranisha
as it had for thousands of years. It had not always been this
dark-red, however.
This moment in the sun?s history was very unique. It was
ancient and extremely massive. The time had arrived to leave
its imprint on the universe. Regrettably for the inhabitants of
Ranisha, they grew in this sun's light.
Tymuth stood in the main street of his village and watched in
awestruck wonder. He had heard the shaman's predictions and
wanted to see for himself.
For a youth of twelve years, the death of a star seemed like a
distant and impossible thing. The shaman foretold that the sun
would get so heavy that it would crash in on itself. This would
then have the effect of pulling his planet right in after it.
Tymuth did not really understand, but he wanted to experience it
and determine for himself if it was true. Besides, what else
was there to do if the whole world was about to die?
History told that the sun had not always been red. In a time
long gone, it burned with a yellow light. Tymuth could hardly
believe such a thing possible. He thought a yellow sun would
make everything much too bright. A yellow sun seemed almost as
absurd as his home, his family, and himself being destroyed by
it.
He wondered what it would feel like. Maybe it would happen so
fast that he would not feel anything. He expected that it might
not be that simple, though.
At first, he did not sense anything unusual, except that the
wind blew strongly. Leaves and dust continued to blow
everywhere, pelting his arms and face. As the sky brightened,
he realized that other villagers stood and watched as well.
Most of them had looks of awe and fear. He noticed that some
cried and others knelt on the ground. Still others had their
eyes closed and their lips moved in silent prayers. There was
very little discussion as everyone waited on what might happen
next.
The land shook and Tymuth grew more terrified. It looked as if
the sun grew larger instead of smaller. Several buildings
finally gave up their fight and crumbled to the ground.
The screams of his fellow villagers nearly frightened him as
much as the impending devastation. The hairs on Tymuth's neck
stood, his eyes watered, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
There were large crevices that formed gaping scars in the ground
all around him. Fellow villagers, friends, and family fell into
several of them. Tymuth wept in agony and sorrow. The
predictions turned out terribly correct. Illogically, he hated
the shaman for telling them; perhaps the predictions had caused
this disaster.
He kept hoping he would awake from this nightmare and everything
would be back to normal. He could go fishing, play with his
brothers, or just talk to his parents. Yet, there was no waking
up for any of them.
The sun was an immense, burning furnace now. It nearly filled
the entire sky and created ominous shadows everywhere Tymuth
looked. His last and longest thought was that they were all
going to crash into the sun and burn. Fortunately, or perhaps
unfortunately, he was wrong.
The red giant star finally collapsed. The impending death and
destruction was frozen in time. A remote witness could see
Tymuth, his home world, and its people dangled forever in the
moment of the catastrophe.
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