Title: Black Sun Rising
Author: Der Metzgermeister
Disclaimer: Oban: Star Racers belongs to Sav! The World Productions and...whoever else
Summary: Those who looked to the skies at night could see a faint glow growing ever-closer: an army of Crog tridents, swiftly closing in on the Earth, waiting to annihilate them all in an instant. What was to become of them now?
Rating: T
Notes:
HEY PEOPLE LOLZ O-0
I know, canonically, there are several inaccuracies with my fic. I started writing it somewhere around when episode 7 aired; you're going to have to play pretend with me in a few fields, people.

The Crogs had won.

When the people of Earth first heard the news, they went through several stages.

Stage One was denial and confusion: how could the Crogs have won? Fate was on the side of the righteous! Throughout history, those who fought for good were always victorious--always! Or was it the victory that made them justified? Was the winner always right, or did winning merely make them so?

Stage Two was complete and utter panic. Those who looked to the skies at night could see a faint glow growing ever-closer: an army of Crog tridents, swiftly closing in on the Earth, waiting for the moment when they could annihilate them all in an instant. Cattle; that was all they were to the mighty race, just a herd of cattle to be slaughtered.

Stage Three was an empty silence, reverberating hollow and dry amidst the terror that raked through the hearts of man.

What was to become of them now?