Whenever Our World Falls

Chapter 1

   Thunder.

It brushed against the sky, spreading multiple strings of light and energy down onto the barren floors. The purr of the thunder and crackles of flames came over-night—, tearing at it and gnawing at anything in its path. Rain poured down in groups, hugging the floor and keeping in pods once it crashed against the floor. The dark sky, along with the flooding rain, endowed the dark clouds and flashing lights; bundling it all into one spot.

As the wind ran past the trees and boulders, animals hid.

Trees seemed to rattle; struggling to keep on the floor as the wind shoved them side to side, leaving them in a crooked stance. All this, tender and lifeless, managed to pull through one of the toughest parts of life. Being pulled down, but always getting back up no matter what happens in life.

Gunshots.

They broke through and sang along with the roaring thunder. Pouring rain seemed to replicate the sound of stags galloping and prancing away from the horrid scene. The flashing lights cared no more towards death, letting it happen and continuing on as though nothing had happened...

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    The sun hovered over the forest, water droplets from the previous downpour hanging off a few leaves and twigs. It was damp, light hindering above the two like an old lamp. Zephyr had always been the younger brother, standing only a few inches smaller than Wreath. He was somewhat open-minded, lenient; but not so much so, that he'd lose his power over the rest. He had dark brown hair, messy; and always seeming to curl to the sides. His eyes were also brown, prominent and somewhat innocent as they eyed around.

His brother, Wreath, was no more than two years older than him, standing at 6'2  with a wide smile. He always smiled; looking ahead and dealing with what the world had challenged him. He was a light blonde, freckles sprawled against his cheeks and warping down to his shoulders. His eyes were upturned, always wide as he looked at the world in awe.

Wreath and Zephyr both rested on the floor. Despite it being moist and somewhat soggy, it was still comforting. They rested in the shade, watching the sunrise and welcome them with its warm hug. Every ray of light seemed to set its own belief for joy in Wreath. Nothing seemed to bug him, not even the darkness.

"So you really managed to kill a fawn today," Wreath looked over, proud of Zephyr's work.

"Yea, but it's not that big of a deal. Ever since I learned how to turn into my animal form, most things just grew easy,"  Zephyr grumbled, why'd it matter anyway?

    "That won't always be the case,"

Wreath got onto his feet once the sun was fully up, wandering towards what they had eaten the day before and eating away. Zephyr joined him seconds later, chowing down on the marrow and flesh of the young buck. They filled their bellies with the warm proteins and meats, before shifting and looking around.

Something was off.

The clouds seemed to cover most of the sunlight, and birds flew out of the forest in bigger flocks than usual. It couldn't possibly be migration. It wasn't even remotely close to winter. So why?

Lost in thought, the two gazed up at the sky, watching as even the crows and corvids flew off. They came up with their theories, bringing them up to each-other just to see if they should leave or not.

However...

Their discussion was cut short, by none other than a raven. The raven croaked, disturbing their thoughts and sentences as they spoke. It not only watched them but in a way, mocked them as-well. Upon lifting off, a feather was dropped, propping down onto the floor gently.