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The day mother nature was made

a short story by Sky

By Sky McGinleyPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

My destiny is was written in the stars.

The wind blowing thru my hair as fire raises. Surrounded by burning trees, ashes fall from like snow. Screaming only made it worse, as smoke filled the sky above me. A prison of fire swallowing me, as the earth burns. Washing away everything I'd held close to. Having only the muffled cries of death to soothe me as I drifted away.

I awoke arising from the ashes to find endless darkness. I was alone, lost in a world that was no more. The ground burned red, as smoke blocked out the sun, and demons raced towards the ground. Howling and screaming bringing torcher to a world of flames.

The ambers of the past burned under my feet as I was dragged to the ground. It was useless to fight back, they laughed as a screamed hoping someone could hear me. Even if someone did how could they help? I was dragged for what seemed like days. My arms burned from being dragged and pulled.

Loud thunder filled the air around us and suddenly just like that they were gone. All I could do was watch as they flew away, as I drifted away. Hoping this was all some nightmare, a figure of my imagination. I woke to find myself still starring at a pale sky. I gathered the strength to walk until my body could take no more. Was there any way to escape this hell?

I awakened to find a palace of stone. Burning as bright as the sun. There was a distant voice beckoning me to run. Stand a man howelled, I've been waiting a long time for this. I could hear his heaving breathing as he marched towards me. All I could do was continue to lay there, a strong hand swung me off my feet. I opened my eyes to find myself starring at the beast himself.

You are Ignem Terrae child of earth and now you belong to me. As I starred into his eyes all I could see was torcher and pain. He was masculine and tall, huge compared to me. The kind of man-made of nightmares. His voice made the walls tremble and shake. You are now the watcher on the mirror said as he placed me on a pillow in front of a mirror five times my size. The edges gleamed with smooth-edged green and gold swirls.

Since you have decided to stay he laughed I must give apart of my power to you. He placed his hand over me, as lightning began to strike. I could feel the power coursing thru me. "Now my child who you were has come to pass. Who you are, is yet to be. You will no longer remember who you were, for you are newborn now." He screamed at the sky as the wind began to howl and scream, against the blacked sky.

Now child you are everything to come and pass and I leave you this land to make beautiful.

The end

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