After the demons came and devastated the planet, his existence was reduced to a ray of light in the center of an ever-present rainbow. He never thought he’d regret acquiring immortality, but here he was, hovering over a lifeless land, distressed and alone. He wondered what had happened to the other immortals; there were quite a few when humanity was alive. Were they rainbows too or something else entirely?
A new human race sprung forth. Some of the new mortals thought his form was some kind of magic. Others prayed to the awing rainbow. He pitied them, knowing the demons would attack again. When they did, he felt useless, unable to help in any way other than simply glowing.
This new humanity, however, was victorious.
After the remnants of the demonic storm had dissipated, for a moment, his existence was elevated to thousands of rainbows all around the planet, and he felt united with similar silent ethereal beings. Transforming into a lone little light again, he felt himself disappearing from the world. Stray raindrops—his tears—fell on the ground.
He couldn’t have felt happier.
His last thoughts were questions.
Or a reunion with the ones I’d lost?
Painting: Rainbow by Arkhip Kuindzhi
Hey, hey, hey, this seems like a happy ending! I mean, it’s sort of an open ending but it could totally be happy, right? Right?
Anyway, I tried.
Written for Jane Dougherty’s Microfiction Challenge (I have no idea how that picture inspired an apocalyptic tale but OK)
All comments are welcome!