[ WP ] There is a habitable moon where the planet stays in front of the parent star for half of the 300 year orbit . People do n't believe in the myth of the coming dawn .

We never believed that the end would come, that the dawn would rise again. Every 300 years our moon orbits the world below us, this world is our guardian, it protects us, shelters us from all that the vast expanse of space has to offer: but it could not shelter us from itself, on the far side of the moons orbit lies a vast and ancient race, their empire sprawls across the planets surface and every 300 years, when our moon comes within striking distance they attack. It is said that when they do they bring with them giant beasts, created of the most foul magic, beasts of flesh with hearts as cold as ice. Our weapons could never stand against them, we never stood a chance. so when it came in 599 CE, the year of our holy father I huddled in fear in our capitol.My armies were in position to protect the citizens here, but I knew we stood no hope, our guns, as useful as they may be would never stand up against the might of the empire and so it was that on the turning point of the day we saw them come, and they came with the dawn. Vast ships pummeled our surface with rains of fire as the dawn swept across our land, melting the ever frozen landscape. Their armies landed on our surface, weapons firing some sort of plasmic mix. I watched my city crumble around me as the fighting raged on, then, then it happened. A sound like the great bellow of some ancient beast shuddered from within the earth itself; and with it they came. Hulking creatures in the shapes of men, my eyes adjusted slowly to the new light as I focused in on the great beasts that would be our doom. I watched them huge machines, not flesh but etched metal, rise and form into ranks. The Empires soldiers marched up main avenue right towards the metal horde that was slowly collecting outside our main base within the city, our last bastion. our only hope. In between the two armies, a small child wandered into the street, clearly having lost her mother and searching for anyone to car. My heart wretched as I saw one of the soldiers level its weapon at her. and my scream of pain filled the room as it fired. But as the smoke cleared I saw only a metal body, covered in plasma, shaking it off as if it were nothing more than fresh snow, and behind its protective metal shell sat the little girl. and I beheld the glory, of the new dawn.
