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Ashevelen was a scientist on a colony spaceship,
Traversing the galaxy in search of a new home.
Through a wormhole they traveled, a device called Gateway,
But soon after its use, it ceased to function, and they were alone.
The planet they arrived on was inhospitable at best,
With a radioactive atmosphere and toxic plants.
Carnivorous animals roamed the land, a deadly test,
For the humans to survive here, they would need a chance.
But Ashevelen was not deterred, she had a plan,
To alter the human DNA, to make them fit for this land.
And so, The Chosen were born, immune to sickness, able to withstand
The harsh conditions of this planet, and to live for centuries at a time.
The Chosen worshiped Ashevelen as a living god,
And she built a utopian society, a paradise for them.
But secretly, she hated the worship and the adoration,
For she knew that if the truth were known, it would cause devastation.
For in the early days of her experiments, not all went well,
For every one Chosen, ten Rejected were created, a living hell.
Deformed and twisted, some died of tumors, some were beasts,
But most retained their minds, and still worshiped Ashevelen, hoping for a cure at least.
Three hundred years have passed, and Ashevelen still hides her true nature,
Lest the worship turn to anger, and a civil war ensue.
But she knows that one day, the truth will come out,
And she must face the consequences of what she has done.
Traversing the galaxy in search of a new home.
Through a wormhole they traveled, a device called Gateway,
But soon after its use, it ceased to function, and they were alone.
The planet they arrived on was inhospitable at best,
With a radioactive atmosphere and toxic plants.
Carnivorous animals roamed the land, a deadly test,
For the humans to survive here, they would need a chance.
But Ashevelen was not deterred, she had a plan,
To alter the human DNA, to make them fit for this land.
And so, The Chosen were born, immune to sickness, able to withstand
The harsh conditions of this planet, and to live for centuries at a time.
The Chosen worshiped Ashevelen as a living god,
And she built a utopian society, a paradise for them.
But secretly, she hated the worship and the adoration,
For she knew that if the truth were known, it would cause devastation.
For in the early days of her experiments, not all went well,
For every one Chosen, ten Rejected were created, a living hell.
Deformed and twisted, some died of tumors, some were beasts,
But most retained their minds, and still worshiped Ashevelen, hoping for a cure at least.
Three hundred years have passed, and Ashevelen still hides her true nature,
Lest the worship turn to anger, and a civil war ensue.
But she knows that one day, the truth will come out,
And she must face the consequences of what she has done.