I have seen many strange things in my life.

Some are SO strange that nobody believes me, though I certainly have sufficient evidence for proof.

My best friend, Lithiana, encouraged me to write it all down so that this information will not be lost through generations of denial. I suppose it is wise to do so, but it can be painful at times. Some things I do not want to remember.

Perhaps I will start at the beginning.

My name is Chastity Essania Keat, daughter of Trilian Keat, and I live on the planet Chronessia. When this all began I was in my seventeenth spring, in the seventy fifth of the year of the Zerkel.

Chronessia is a small world, around half the size of our sister planet, Earth. In A.D. 2080, a small group of colonists from a place called England decided to make a voyage into space, to find another place to make their home.

Earth was corrupt. People relied completely on technology, forgot everything moral and right, and violence and obscene acts rampaged across the world. They were a dying society, hungry for power and intent on self-destruction, it seemed.

Three hundred people, of all ages and sexes, left on a ship to venture into the unknown, beyond the milky way. After months of searching, they discovered the planet I call home, the new Earth, Chronessia. They reverted back to simplistic, natural ways of living, the only major technology being for security purposes.
We live mostly in harmony with nature and the surrounding wildlife, and no rogue alien forces have arrived to overtake us.

Except one.

The Council has christened them the D’lanthia, terrors of the innocent and monsters of the unknown. Only three members of the Council have actually laid eyes on these beasts, but it is said they are scarred forever, never discussing the actual appearance and only guessing the motives.

Some of the Council have hypothesis of anthropologic intent, others of domination, and a handful believe they mean us no harm.

Nevertheless, we live in fear of the D’lanthia, always taking cover whenever they appear, in heavily protected human safes that are impenetrable by outer means.
This story is about me, the D’lanthia, and overcoming centuries of ignorance.

I am hated, I am unbelieved, and I am Chastity Keat.