Blackout

Worlds die commonly due to black holes or pollution, or even wars between other planets. Mine died due to two of them, pollution or global warming and a war between my planet and an alliance planet.
I was sent away right before our planets core finally erupted, all I can recall was my fiancé dying in my arms as he sent me off the planet.
Today, I have my home on a planet called earth in a city called Ontario. Creatures calling themselves humans have been hunting me for over ten years now, but I have not yet been seen, or so I’m lead to think. But I have a feeling that soon that will all change.

NOTE: The author of this story does not have much time to add more chapters, they will try to add at least one a week or one every other week.
Also the cover photo is not yet ready!
Thank you for understanding!
The authors sincere salutations!