[hider=Forget - Short Story -]
Three races made their homes on three planets in a planetary system comprising of only those planets. Each had come from their own respective place in search of new horizons. Two races arrived at the same time, and they agreed that each would take one planet as their own, and thay they would share the third. The two races didn't fight, and shared their resources. Members of both races lived happily, doing what they wanted within the rules created by an alliance between the two, which were discussed periodically in council by representatives of each.

Years later, a third race arrived. They had fled their home in fear due to violence and war, and requested to be allowed residence in the Planetary System. The council grouped together with the representative of the new race and discussed what they would do. One race was eager. One race was almost eager to have these people apart of their much loved realm, and wished for their request to be fulfilled, and the other had no obligation. So, it was decided that the third race would be allowed complete ownership of the third planet, under the condition that the people who were already there would be allowed to remain. 

They happily agreed, and so a committee of three races was formed; now being comprised of the three leaders of each race. Peace lasted for a while, however not all was well. The third race was unable to keep a stable economy, despite doing well for themselves, and their planet was unstable. And the second was in a poor situation, but still surviving. The first was extremely well off, but refused to share its resources with the second race.

It didn't take long for a civil war to break out between the original two. It wasn't just that the first race refused to share resources. Tensions had been building between the two for a while, and the decline in the second race's state had pushed it over the edge. The third race was caught in the middle of it all, a civil war practically breaking out over night on their planet as well. 

The war raged for several years, until the second race decided they had had enough. They were done with fighting, done with the system, and began moving all of their people onto ships so they could leave the wretched, war torn place. The third race looked upon the destruction, not just of the other races but their own too, and blamed themselves. If they hadn't had arrived, never fled from their own home, this would never have happened.

In shock of what was happening, the first race attempted to console them. It wasn't their fault, but they wouldn't listen. In a last ditch effort to save the alliance, the first race called a final committee meeting. There, they would discuss their differences and come to an agreement that would save not only the union, but the friendship that had been built.

Except, at that meeting, they failed. The second race came with a gun and a sword, and the third came with a noose. They discussed what had happened, and they tried to keep the group together, but in the end they couldn't. The distaste, distrust and disdain was too strong, and the second left without a seconds notice. 

The third race, ashamed and appalled at what had happened, left too. They attempted to apologise to the first race, who was left alone and in shock at the outcome. [i]They[/i] had caused this. Their loud mouth, horrendous attitude and unwillingness to help had brought a close frienship to nothing but dust and annihilation, loneliness and sadness, and a sour taste. 

In an attempt to rebuild, the first spread out to the three planets to save themselves at the least, but found it impossible with the broken morale their people. So, they too left, in search of a new horizon and the possibility to forget the tragedy that had befallen the three.

But they could never forget. The memory was too strong, even for the first race, who's people were deemed the strongest mentally. And so they broke down, and the people, with no leader and no idea what to do, scattered; destroying the first race in its entirety.[/hider]