PLANET MEIJHIIThe smell of death hung heavily over the dark planet. Billowing pillars of black smokepoured into the grey sky from the funeral pyres below in the canyons. The Meijhii warrior sat on acliff with his infant son before him on the hard ground. The little boy played in the blackish-silver
dirt blissfully unaware of his father‟s pain. Beside them
was a golden urn. Inside were the ashesof his wife, the mother of his son.The man stood up. His seven foot frame cast a shadow over the boy. His coarse, longblack hair fell down his back. The olive coloured skin on his bare chest glistened with sweat. He
picked up his wife‟s ashes and put his son onto his shoulder. He walked to the edge of the cliff.
Below him in the canyon, thousands of slaves worked non-stop burning the bodies of Mejhiifemales.His black eyes blazed with rage and confusion. He gripped his son tightly and threw theurn back into the fire.
“Why?! Damn it why?!” he screamed into the uncaring sky above him. His son started to
cry. His father held back his tears.In every household on Planet Meijhii, men and boys anguished over the seeminglysenseless waste of life. First, the female children were murdered by their mothers, and then thewomen poured into the streets carrying their dead daughters. One by one, millions of mothersand daughters slit their own throats. Rivers of blood flowed over the dark planet, cursing the menthat remained forever.