The fist of the unicorns

Well just to start this off this is the chronicles of me going from a dying planet to a paradise world of mysterious creatures then thinking about saving my home  went back and also back in time to stop my world from self destruction but I did not know is that I never returned until many ears past. But just as I left something changed about me and that leads me to a new purpose.

As I walked around my neighborhood seeing nobody around all stayed in their homes. All was quiet. A normal evening at this suburb resulted in cars driving by, people bike-riding, walking, or just children playing in the yards, but not today...or at all anymore. I knew what was to come but why walk? Why after years of corruption and deteriorating civilization. Because I failed. I tried to stop a war that was only fought by the richer and the poorer. Then came the Armageddon. or just simply the end war of humanity. and most likely all of earth's life. I made people aware but they never cared never cared enough because they knew they would win no matter what. I walked and walked.... around the lit streets to the park. I walked through the park's field then started to lie down. I stared at the stars. My feelings begin to clear. Except one: of no hope, no hope to ever achieve a new level of technology to see those stars up close. I saw the lights go out in the city and the suburbs. then I saw a beautiful sky. I could even see the milky way and shooting stars. Then as I lie down I saw objects in the sky looking to be rockets of some kind. Nukes.. I saw them flying in the sky I knew there is no victory.. so I shut my eyes....