Prologue

Fifteen years ago, the world we knew changed. Aliens started an attack against Earth.

At first, it was just a whisper on the internet, and then the country it happened to grew silent. Nothing was heard for months, and the rumours died, but then it rose up again after another one of those strange things happened.

A shooting star-space trash-an alien warship.

This time, more people were catching on to it, it became a huge thing, everyone was talking about it, except the government.

The second wave happened when I was twenty. I was elated by this. This was my chance to get a mysterious alien husband. Surely my "gaming" experience would help me with them. They would fall in love with me, and I would live happily ever after.

The first aliens were called Xalavian. They didn't take us as wives, not that anybody wanted that. They were ruthless beings that took humans as their "cattle."

This was nothing that I ever imagined. The games I played had amazing, handsome aliens. Warriors of noble cause, not these ragtag villains.

Earth was no longer in the safety bubble of "do aliens exist or not", we were free for all the aliens to visit.

Next up was Fhaen, or as we humans called them; elves. Truly beautiful, pure creatures with bright white eyes, long silky hair, long stature, and frail looking.

They kept us safe from the other invading aliens that we honestly didn't even know about anymore. We believed what they said.

Saying we were kept safe and tolerated doesn't mean they were nice.

Slave species. That's what humanity became.

At this point, I had given up on my fantasies, forgotten, and laid to ruin within the depths of my laughable mind.

Then, I met another alien species, Zohra.