The GalaXseeds Chronicles:

The Beginning of the End

Long ago, in a time that has since been forgotten, lived a vastly different GalaXseeds. A GalaXseeds unlike anything you or I have ever bore witness to. A sole planet, Kalos, suspended high above the darkest cosmos, was inhabited by an entire population of skilled gardeners. They are our ancestors. They are our history. But their story has long since been buried amongst the rubble of crushed dreams, the consequences of greed and the scars of forgotten memories.

Within Kalos, there laid five distinct provinces, Luma, Therma, Strata, Subterra, and a name that even the bravest Seedizen has not dared uttered in many lifetimes, Anathema. Together they created a formidable planet whose size was dwarfed only by its reputation. For millions of years the Seedizens of these five provinces existed in a harmonious state, for their land was fertile and their harvests were bountiful. Sadly, it was not enough for some.

In Kalos’ early years, a High Council was formed containing a member from each province. This was to ensure that all five corners of the planet were equally represented. It was within the walls of the Tower of Oath, that the High Council debated and passed laws that would serve as the foundation on which Kalos was built. Since the High Council's inception, its sovereignty was defined by impartial representation. It was universally lauded for its efforts and managed to neutralize any potential occurrences of social unrest. This state of uniformity had long been the secret to Kalos’ success and was vital to maintain its sanctity and ensure a prosperous future.

As the moons passed a new era dawned, the demise of Kalos had already begun to materialize and not a single soul was the wiser. In fact, on the surface Kalos appeared to be healthier than ever. Its plants were feverishly demanded on the open market with gardening showing no signs of slowing down any time soon. Life had never been better, or so it seemed.

The Anathemans, believed to be the most rebellious of Seedizens, had long since shared the opinion that their gardening skills dwarfed that of their neighbouring provinces. For the most part, they were content to bite their tongues and enjoy the fruits of their labour, but every so often their narcissistic beliefs would rear their ugly heads and threaten the long since established Peace Acorn. Fortunately, each time such events transpired, it was passionately discussed amongst the High Council until order was once again restored. That is, of course, until Anathema’s newly appointed High Councilor, Baron Hazrdos, decided to blatantly betray the Oath of Absolution and began failing to report incidents of dissensions within the Anatheman borders.

The Abeo Legacy

Buried deep within the High Forest of Anathema, Baron Hazrdos watched with great interest as a collection of Kalos’ most enlightened gardeners were hard at work. It had been months since the Baron had commissioned their kidnapping and the results were finally coming to fruition. Within his grasp was a concoction so potent, so powerful, that it’s very presence would grant him control of the High Council and Anathema would take its rightful place atop Kalos' hierarchy. His legacy was certain to be fulfilled, and the other councilors would mercifully bow at his feet and do as he said. It was a time he had dreamt of each nightfall, and now, it was on the verge of realization. He named it Abeo, for Baron Hazrdos, has heard the name once as a young Seedling and became enchanted with its origin.

Before long, Anathema was producing plants at a record pace. They were far bigger and stronger than any Seedizen could ever recall seeing. The demand for Abeo Seeds knew no bounds, and it was not long before outrageous prices were being charged. In the blink of an eye the market had shifted and it was not long before there was little need for the Seeds from Luma, Therma, Strata or even Subterra. Rumour and whisper spread rampantly across Kalos and an emergency High Council meeting was called. It would be the last of its kind.

As questions and accusations flew through the air, Baron Hazrdos stared blankly at his fellow councilors and couldn’t help but let out a sly grin. He assured himself that they were simply jealous of the destiny he was about to realize and remained confident that he had done absolutely nothing wrong. As the Baron grew tired of listening to others talk, he let out a slight snarl, sharpened his eyes, stared directly at the High Council members and delivered an ultimatum he had been reciting for weeks. Pledge their services to the cause of Anathema or suffer certain extinction. It was their choice.

Their initial reluctance did not surprise Baron Hazrdos. It was expected. The Councilors were set in their ways but he displayed great confidence that they would eventually come around. They would have no choice. Some of their “loyal” followers had long since crossed the Anathema borders in search of Abeo Seeds. Anathema was the future, and the Baron would be the one to lead it to glory. It was only a matter of time before that was apparent to Seedizens everywhere.

Anathema’s population soared and its fields were covered with an impressive collection of plants that reached high into the clouds. Baron Hazrdos’ Abeo serum was believed to be the answer to problems big and small. Not a single seed was planted without it first being thoroughly soaked in the Abeo potion. It was a way of life in Anathema, and not a single Seedizen questioned it. Why would they? They had followed Baron Hazrdos’ orders from the beginning and he had led them to levels of wealth they had never before thought possible.

As Anathema continued to prosper, the remaining provinces were losing Seedizens by the minute. Botanickels were scarce and rumour had it that in Anathema they were having trouble finding room to store all of theirs. You could hardly blame a Seedizen for leaving his or her home province in search of hope. What other choice was there?

Forgotten Brotherhood

The High Council members held firm to their belief that equality was necessary for Kalos’ existence but they were under immense pressure from their constituents to pay whatever price necessary to secure the Abeo potion. A vote was held by secret ballet and it was decided that the High Council members would give in to Baron Hazrdos’ ignoble demands by a tally of three to one. And so sealed the fate of Kalos and all that hailed from its rich land.

As Seedizens from Luma, Subterra, Strata and Therma anxiously began planting the Abeo seeds they were unknowingly pounding the final nail into Kalos’ coffin. The once storied planet was on the brink of extinction and its demise was only accelerated by Baron Hazrdos himself. Fueled by an insatiable thirst for even more power, Baron Hazrdos became consumed with the idea of one day ruling the entire universe. He had conquered GalaXseeds but he needed more. More gardeners were snatched and soon an even stronger potion lay in the Baron’s hands. He named it Lithos, for it was to grant him power over the whole universe.

Seedizens from all reaches were summoned to the center of Kalos to attend the momentous occasion. Baron Hazrdos stood before the masses and spoke of history and universal domination. When the time was right he held up a vial of Lithos and gently poured the potion on a small seed. Within seconds a monstrous plant rose through the soil leaving the crowd in awe. Baron Hazrdos howled with laughter as a feeling of indestructibility rushed through his body. It would not last long.

For months the Abeo serum had seeped through Kalos’ crust and had slowly been eating away at its central core. The Lithos was a far more powerful potion and its side effects were fierce and instantaneous. Beneath the surface, the Lithos hardened and permanently cracked Kalos at its seams.

Seedizens scattered as the ground they were standing on eroded away into nothing. The Tower of Oath, the symbol of Kalos, was damaged beyond repair. Luma, Therma, Strata and Subterra were all torn apart, launched into the universe to the precise locations they now find themselves. Once equal components of Kalos were now entirely unconnected except the Teleplanters, that had been built many moons ago to shorten travel across Kalos. The Brotherhood of Kalos was lost forever in a myriad of comet showers.

Anathema was cast into the darkness of space never to be heard from again. Not a single trace remained showing that it had ever existed besides a handful of myths passed down from one generation to the next. There are whispers that the spirit of Baron Hazrdos lives on, embedded in the very substance that destroyed Kalos. Hardened Seedizens chalked that up to tall tales from gardeners with active imaginations. And so the wait for the truth continues.