Once upon a time, New York had a sixth borough. It was situated exactly in front of Manhattan, behind the Governor’s Island, where today the ocean is covering everything including this old neighbourhood too. The many humans who were living on Earth at that time called it Nilygree. These humans had conquered the whole world and knew everything about sciences, literature, culinary art, seduction...
As they got bored, they found the only way, which were keeping them busy... war! They fought for everything so that they were less and less numerous. They found new ways to stay alive and became nearly immortal.
But one day, Nature, which was repelled, always further, got up against the humans. The trees, the animals, the clouds and all the elements, which compose the environment stood up to chase them. An epidemy ravaged the population and they could not counter it. Only the richest and most powerful people survived as in all unequal society.
They grouped themselves in America, in this town of the east coast called already New York. They lived in a bunker, under the Earth surface, under this mythic borough we are talking about. Manhattan and the others were a large desert of destroyed skyscrapers. Just Nilygree has survived but for how much time? That is why those “biggest” of the old world chose to burry them in a fortified place.
Nature has won. The humans were like living dead. Nothing was saying that some of them had survived. Nature could not reach them because they were under this borough she could not destroy. She was just waiting that they go up under the sunshine to catch them.
Except this favoured powerful people, a little population of natives was still alive. They were spared by the natural revolt because of their good bearing towards it. They were living in Canada (also called like that at that time) protected by Nature and all her spirits.
The two little camps lived on their side for many years without knowing the existence of the other. All would have continued if a Nature spirit different of his brothers would not have wanted to do an experience with the last humans. When they covered the Earth, he could do his researches about that population easily. It was his passion: observing them. He has also done books for his children in order for them not to forget that one-day, a strange animal has kept for him the world. All the Nature spirits knew that the humans would disappear. They were not strong enough. But this spirit did not want them to die too early because he did not have finished his researches. His last book was talking about the meeting of people. He wanted to see what would be the result of mixing the 2 only people who were staying. For that, he sent a mental message to all the people’s members. (You have some powers when you are a spirit)
The humans received these messages. They have always been curious and that since their creation. The spirit wanted them to join in the famous borough, which was the last place where we could see the human’s mark. Each side were very anxious:
By the native, all sat around a table of stone:
“We cannot go! The old hairy chief said.
“Why?” Pilo asked.
“Because Nilygree is a bad place, a place of death. The mean humans, who were living all over the world a long time ago, built this place to challenge the Nature.””
The others natives were indecisive. They wanted to see this legendary borough but were scared of this place where the Nature has never entered. Pilo, a tall young girl with beautiful red hair was the only one to want, to really want to discover Nilygree. It was like a call. She had to go there but she did not know why.
On the other side, by the world master’s descendants, all sat around a table of iron:
“What do we do?” the last German president’s great-grandson asked, whose opinion was always heard.
“It is a trap, set by this dirty and pretentious Nature,” the granddaughter of the Chinese wealthiest man, dead during the epidemic, assured. We cannot go. It would be like if we were goats, which go nicely see a wolf.”
“No, we must know! We have been living there for a too long time,” Jake replied, an important young but powerful man, “we need to see the sea, we need to see how is our world now. The Nature is maybe so weak that she will not do anything against us. We would become the leaders again! We all know that we will die. We can choose if it is in our dirty little bunker or outside in a great landscape. I have never seen the world of our elders. I just know it through my parent’s stories who knew it from their parents. I want to check if it is like in my dreams”.
After these words of the American president’s descendant, (Yes, Jake was the great-great-grandson of the most powerful man of his time, that is why, in spite of his young age, he could sit at this grand assembly) all kept quiet. Jake looked at them. He knew that they were all as curious as him.
Finally, the Russian’s fathers’ descendant said:
“I will go. I need to see, I want to see, the light on the morning, the moonlight, the sunlight...”
That is how all the last humans went on Nilygree on a beautiful morning. Pilo and Jake were impatient, each of their side. They ran, they screamed like all the happy teenagers. But when the two sides saw the last part of New York, the silence and immobility came.
“I must be dreaming,” Jake blew.
“What an amazing view,” the native chief said.
“I was sure that it would be like that,” the Russian continued.
“Why did the Nature destroy such beautiful cities?” Pilo asked, winded.
After this first surprise, the last humans began to walk in the borough, admiring the skyscrapers, the rivers, the sun, breathing, laughing, and living for the first time for them who has just been surviving.
Pilo was running from a building to another. Suddenly, she ran into Jake. They fell in love at first sight. They did not know each other but they already could not live without the other one.
On his cloud, the scientific spirit was smiling. Writing in a big book about everything he was seeing.
Some minutes later, the 2 camps met. They spoke and realised they were all here in order to see the other humans, to know they weren’t alone, to build up a friendship. That is what they did. It was not important who wanted them to meet. The hope was back!
But the Nature, the mother of all the spirits, of all the living being, learned what the nice and curious spirit has done. When she saw that some humans have survived and that her protégés were collaborating with them, she flew into a white rage and sent 116 of her servants to kill the last humans and make Nilygree disappear.
The nice spirit, on his cloud, saw the last specimens of his passion disappear, all this humans he loved and helped, everything was gone! Sad, he staid crying, alone, hopeless. All at once, he saw Pilo and Jake, at the top of a Manhattan’s semi-destroyed building. They were kissing and did not see the disappearance of their family. The spirit came and hid them in a cellar for a long time.
The ocean has eaten Nilygree. The city of New York that has lost a borough became a big wood. The two last humans grew up. They were so small, so inoffensive that Nature did not see them and if she had, she would not have killed them. And the couple has children, 20 children who had children… and now, we all are the descendant of Pilo and Jake (who are called Adam and Eve in some religions). Their ghosts are always over us, looking at us.
But since 1998 (it has began earlier but that wasn’t so serious) they get sadder and sadder. They see us building like their fathers, repelling the Nature, making of the sky a big black cloud. They see Nature getting angrier and angrier and they know that this time, the humans will not survive. The Nature and her spirits will not make twice the same mistake.
So, stop playing with our lives! We have to do something. The disappearance of Nilygree must stay an emblem of what we did wrong in the past in order not to do it again. We have to protect, love and take care of the nature. We have to stop! We have to see what we are doing and not close our eyes again in order not to see the danger, which is coming closer and closer. The humans are their destiny’s masters. They can destroy themselves or make themselves live for a long time (And if they want and do everything for that, they can make themselves live for a happy eternity.) The choice is ours.
