Artillery of Blossoms- Mythology

6: Colored with Flicks of a Paintbrush

Slowly but surely, they all got gifts.

First it was Lake, who wished for something chilling and thick like molten glass. Next it was Wind, who wished to give air a life and movement. Blossom, last but definitely not least, wished for little creatures to live amongst the mud.

Originally, they only used these gifts as little toys, but after a while, they started playing with the Earth. Together, they slowly used their gifts for the better.

The Star observed how the girls slowly covered the land. The girls, working together, made wonderful and breathtaking beauties every day. Slowly, they used their gifts to shift the world into something much more than mud. Over the course of hundreds of years, they decorated and created, becoming the height of their ages as immortal women. The Star watched them every step of the way, helped them.

Caves appeared, the roaring rush of waterfalls a constant drone. Blades of grass, soft as cotton, stretched across the ground in an endless sea. Fields of sunsets of flowers, dancing lakes, huge rock formations that stretched their immense backs to the sky. Immense bodies of water, salty and alive, roared and paced across sand. They created carefully- everything was planned and sculpted ever so carefully.

Together, they slowly painted the world with color.