When The Rain Starts

The calm before the storm

Before we begin let me ask what do you think of when i say fantasy. You conjure visions of mages and dragons, elfs and orcs, and even a dwarf or two. This isnt that kibd of story. There is no dragon, no dwarf, and even no mages. There is magic, of sort. My name is Ambrose. And this, isnt my story. This is the tale of Xayne. He lives an ordinary life, has ordinary neighbors, even an ordinary school. You may be asking what makes this magical. Well why don't we see.

"Its a nice day isnt it Mrs. Carmen." Xayne said to his elderly grandmother.
"That it is my little raindrop." His grandmother replied.
"Grandma i asked ypu not to call me that" Xayne looked towards the sun listfully.
"If you truly didnt want to be called that you wouldnt have made this way." She chuckled in the way only a lady who has been though hell can.

"I know. But if i didnt, you wouldnt be here." He said as the worlds color started to fade and his grandmother disappear. The world became what it truly was. A town where noone lives, where the sun doesnt shine, where no dreams can touch. He was Home.

He placed his hands on the dilapidated porch and hoisted himself up. Looking at what had become of his world, he started sobbing. He realized that everyone he loved, everything he knew, and what little he had, was gone.

Damien here again. Such a sad tale, huh. Your probably wondering how this world came to be. Well in the year 20XX, a massive war broke out. Every nation for itself, noone trusted anyone. People got greedy, trading ceased, tempers rose, and nukes dropped. When this happened everything was decimated. Everything, save for a single child. Who knows what will happen. He survives off what he can scavenge. Still interested in his story.

Then message me. This short story is something i hope can become longer. I have a name. When The Rain Starts. This is Ambrose Zaryx. Signing off