Colors Of Me: A Rainbow Of Drabbles

Green

They were the original, the one. Just like nature, they were there from the beginning. They lived here their whole life, before humans, before life, before the ice. They were eternal, immortal, ethereal and boundless, ageless. They were beautiful and natural, unforgiving and harsh at the same time, just like green can be poison or life. Living on whims, wisdom infinite, and yet still. The human life was a mere second, uncomparable to the eternity they seen. Nothing really mattered, not to them, not to the humans. It was really a shared destruction, shared mistake. Humans ruined them, all for the trickle of worth they could win from them in a human's minute of a lifetime. They ruined the humans, in honor of tradition of a thousand lifetimes of cycle. Even then, they were heroes, keeping up with humans, showing them their beauty, gifting them their goodwill. Because, as dangerous they could be, they went happier in partnership. Out of their depths rose miraculous cities and lush empires, working together with humans their pact benefitting all. They were happier in a partnership, but beware, and don't anger them. They can kill you with a movement if they so want. It's is your chance. Your choice. But remember, beware green. You are mortal and they are not. And they never will be.