The prompt for this one was humanity's first snow. In mine, it wasn't necessarily humanity's first snow, but this village's first one.
Beauty is pain.
It had seemed like a normal storm. The sky darkened with thick gray clouds, blocking out all of the golden light the sun gave off, turning the world into an endless night. But the people did not worry. The water would fall from the sky in droplets, like it always did, and hydrate their crops and the earth. The only difference was that the air was cold and the earth was frozen solid.
They had been wrong.
A child had been the first to notice the difference. She had been playing outside with her companions, as children do, when the rain started falling.
Except for the fact that it wasn't rain.
A small circle of ice cam floating down from the sky in the place of a water droplet, flying down gracefully in front of the child's face. Intrigued, she tried to catch it in her hands like she had done with fireflies in the night, only to have it melt on her warm skin. Another fell onto her nose, melting into a small dot of a puddle as she tried to show her friends. Soon small, paper thin flurries of ice began to fill the air, drawing everyone in the small village out of their recently built homes and into the beautiful chaos.
They reached out their fingers to touch the clear jewels, to catch one and cherish it. Some simply stared, awestruck by this new form of rain. They wanted to be caught in this storm of shivering sparkles forever.
Be careful what you wish for.
-Peace out my dudes. ✌️
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FantasyI just make up a lot of characters, so I decided to write oneshots of a sort. Most of them will include characters or plot or that sort of stuff from the books I read or the stuff I watch, so if I do include it I will put who it belongs to. I will m...
