The clouds were never a sign of something good and innocent as on other planets and in faraway dimensions. Our skies are ever pure, our earth can live without rain. Our fire and water are sacred sources of magic.
Strange demons bring the clouds to us. They fly on metallic monsters which spit strange fire and lightning, wreaking havoc on our lands and turning them into places of desolation. They try to talk to us in a language called English. We understand them, but since they don’t understand us, they keep attacking. They want our land and our magic. We can’t give it to them; it’s forbidden by the gods.
The gods can’t help us, though. Such interference is forbidden by the universe.
We decided to leave our home and seek for another planet to inhabit.
The demons were never peaceful, and they could only create chaos. So the magic we left on the planet turned against them and ultimately drove them away.
They were never wise and probably never would be.
Written in response to today’s Daily Post prompt — clouds.
Another not-at-all-dark and very-much-positive piece inspired by a simple world. I have absolutely no idea how my mind works.
I’m actually not quite sure who the attacked people are. Maybe my favorite fairies. Maybe intelligent magical animals, or simply mages.
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