

it started out as a feeling,
which then grew into a hope,
which then turned into a quiet thought,
which then turned into a quiet word.
and then that word grew louder and louder, til it was a battle cry...
It was a quaint little town, with homes of stone and brick, each filled with a sweet scent of baking and a quiet sound of lullabies in the night. They had few wishes, they had few times of day that they truly enjoyed, but they took comfort in knowing one another, eating their simple meals in the evening before the one time they loved most came to be.
Evenings were gorgeous in this little town, each person taking great joy in looking out their windows to gaze upon the lovely moon in the sky and the brightly lit stars hidden only by the simplest of fogs, or the lightest of clouds. The world would seem silent, and the lighting of the shooting stars revealed themselves as falling essences of magic. But unbeknownst to the people, peaceful though the skies seemed, the elements of the atmosphere were at war themselves, all in a fight to keep an essence of peace in the land.
Every evening the closest of friends, the loyalest of lovers and the deepest of haters would find themselves in a battle for the sky, in which the clouds and the stars would battle to be seen most of all. Some were more merciful than others of course, while others thought themselves the greatest; revealed themselves to be entirely arrogant overall. The stars were kind hearted, just as was the moon, and each night though they would win the battle, they would allow the clouds to be seen as well, giving him the chance of sight. But on night a shooting star had weakened the stars, and for it, the clouds seized its chance. Unkind, unlike the stars, he wouldn't allow the brilliant sparks of clever light to be seen.
All magic was lost to the quaint town.
i'll come back, when you call me,
no need to say goodbye.
just because everything's changing,
doesn't mean it's never, been this way before.
all you can do is try to know who your friends are,
as you head off to the war...
peace was gone in the town, as they lost all need to be without a fight, and within time, the town was in ruins. But when the cloud realized what he'd caused, it was too late. And without a need for peace, or the slightest essence of magic, the star held no need to exist, and with it vanished the moon and any hope for peace.
So in the end, the cloud had won the war of the skies, but in the end, his victory ruined us all.
pick a star on the dark horizon,
and follow the light,
you'll come back, when it's over,
no need to say goodbye...
}} the song is the Call by Regina Sparkz.
I do hope you enjoy the story, I'm actually quite pleased with how the story itself turned out. ^-^
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oh dear, I killed the thread. ;A;{{