[ WP ] A tattoo of earth suddenly appears on every living thing on earth . A rival planet declares war on earth and a voice is heard from the ground `` you have lived on me for a long time , now fight for your home '' .

Mother didn ’ t need to speak. It was simply understood. By all. 
 
 It rained color, and as the raindrops fell, our skin was stained with her image. We simply knew. It was now a matter of defense, a matter of survival for all living things. A perception beyond logic and love, this was the one thing that could bring us together as something more than a species. Each of us now warriors of Earth. Not just human, but every breed of animal that walked, flew, breathed, drank and ate of her gifts. Gifts more noble than any mere blood offering, because until now they came without a price. 
 
 She had tolerated our childhood and prolonged adolescence and asked of us nothing; she gave only patience and time. 
 
 In that instant, it was time to grow. Time to set aside our petty differences, our ridiculous needs and philosophies. It was time to fight for her life and ours. To set things right between us. To repay the gift of life. The gift of a home. The myriad gifts given by a truly loving parent. The mass of sentient life drew in a collective breath… one final moment before a war that would be fought mind against mind, soul against soul. 
 
 They had arrived and we had been called, and life will emerge victorious. 

