TFOS- Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Disc of Destiny
After the apocalypse shattered her home planet of Solaria, Sol, the lone survivor, clung to one unshakable resolve: to restore her world to its former glory. Yet doubts plagued her. Could Solaria ever truly return to what it once was?
The planet, once brimming with life, now lay desolate. Its once-immortal inhabitants had fallen to a mysterious disease that consumed them faster than anyone could comprehend. In a desperate act of salvation, Burt Davis, a scientist renowned for his work in teleportation, had pulled her through a portal to Earth. Though the memories of her escape were fragmented and hazy, Sol suspected the truth: the disease wasn’t an accident.
Haunted by these thoughts and the echoes of her past, Sol felt unease gnawing at her. Her survival didn’t feel like chance. A looming threat—bigger than the plague—seemed tied to Solaria’s destruction. And as much as her mind screamed at her to let go, her heart told her she had a purpose. She hadn’t endured this devastation without reason.
But Sol’s path wasn’t hers alone. A specter from her past—Grace, her long-lost partner—had returned, her presence laced with bitterness and rage. Unless Sol could unravel the mysteries binding them, she knew Grace’s fury might destroy her and whatever hope remained for Solaria.
The Forest
The forest was silent and still, wrapped in a shroud of mist. Sol moved cautiously, her senses on high alert. Every step pressed against the damp earth felt heavier than the last, as if the air itself was warning her to turn back.
Then came the sound—a sharp crack of a twig snapping underfoot.
Sol froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes darted toward the shadows shifting at the edges of her vision.
“Is someone there?” Her voice barely broke the quiet, swallowed almost immediately by the oppressive fog.
The only response was silence.
Another snap—this one closer. Her heart leapt, her muscles tensed. She spun, searching the gloom for the source. Then, slicing through the thick air, a voice called out:
“Sol.”
It was low, steady, and impossibly familiar. She whipped around to see a tall figure emerging from the mist, his silhouette sharp against the hazy backdrop. Another figure followed, smaller but no less intimidating.
Her pulse thundered in her ears. Instinct told her to run, but fear rooted her to the spot.
“Stay back!” she growled, her voice trembling as adrenaline surged through her.
The man—Burt—lifted his hands in a calming gesture, his movements deliberate. “Easy. We’re not here to hurt you.”
The young woman beside him tilted her head, blonde hair catching faint streaks of light through the fog. Her expression was calm, curious. “She’s scared,” she said softly, studying Sol. “Do you think the portal did something to her?”
“Could be,” Burt muttered, stepping closer. “Sol, don’t you recognize us?”
The question hit her like a thunderclap. Her mind scrambled to make sense of his words, but there was nothing. No spark of recognition, no flicker of familiarity.
“No,” she said sharply. “I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you.”
The man sighed, his shoulders slumping. “We’ve been looking for you. You might not remember us, but we’re your friends—or at least, we were.”
“Friends?” she repeated, her voice edged with suspicion. “Why would I trust you?”
The girl stepped forward, her tone gentler. “Because you don’t have to do this alone.” She paused, her gaze unwavering. “You’ve been through so much. Your memories are fractured, but they’ll come back. We’re here to help.”
Burt’s voice steadied as he added, “We brought you to Earth because Solaria is dying. You’re one of the last survivors, Sol.”
The words cut through her like a blade. “Solaria’s… dying?”
“Collapsed ecosystems, failing atmosphere. It’s barely holding on,” Burt said grimly. “But you’re important. You survived for a reason. If we can figure this out together, there’s a chance to save not just Solaria but Earth too.”
Her thoughts swirled, chaotic and relentless. Their words felt foreign, yet a faint sense of familiarity stirred deep within her, like a whisper she couldn’t quite hear.
“What do you want from me?”
“You’re Solarian,” the girl—Brianna—said. “That means you’re special. You have abilities humans don’t. If anyone can help us, it’s you.”
Before Sol could respond, a deafening roar broke through the tension. She spun toward the sound, her heart pounding as a strange metallic beast barreled toward them on the path.
“It’s just a car,” Burt said quickly, his voice calm. “It’s not dangerous unless you stand in front of it.”
Sol didn’t relax. Every instinct screamed at her to run, her body tense with readiness.
Brianna gave a nervous laugh. “She’ll get used to it. Just… don’t cross the road without looking both ways, okay?”
“I’m not crossing anything,” Sol muttered, watching the car disappear into the mist.
Burt gestured toward a nearby structure—a small cabin half-hidden by the trees. “Come with us. We can explain everything.”
Hesitant but with no better option, Sol followed.
The Cabin
The cabin was cluttered with strange objects. Sol moved cautiously through the space, her eyes darting from one unfamiliar item to the next.
“What is that?” she asked, pointing at a glowing box on the desk.
“A computer,” Burt replied distractedly, typing away on its surface.
“What’s a computer?”
“It’s… complicated,” Burt said, glancing at her. “Let’s just say it’s something humans use to solve problems. Don’t touch it.”
“And the desk has mold on it,” Brianna chimed in, unhelpfully.
Sol frowned but said nothing, moving to examine the rest of the cabin. The smells, the sounds, the textures—it all felt alien.
Finally, Burt turned, his face serious. “We don’t have much time. If Earth is facing the same fate as Solaria, we need your help. Now.”
“And if I say no?”
Brianna stepped closer, her voice low. “Then we all lose.”
Sol held her gaze, the weight of her words sinking deep into her chest. She didn’t know if she could trust them—or herself. But one thing was clear: the choices ahead wouldn’t just shape her future but the fate of two worlds.
Her journey had only just begun.
