Today, for your reading pleasure: A pair of drabbles (stories exactly 100 words in length) inspired by pieces discovered via deviartART. Enjoy!
In his dream, he faced the Darkness. But this time, the fire was his to wield.
Cold blue flame shivered down the length of the blade in his hand, a match for the ice burning in his gaze. In waking, he’d borne no such weapon. In truth, Darkness had overcome.
But what were dreams if not a hope for something more?
He stood as the prince he once was – as the king he might have been, had the world spun differently. Memories of fear and loss, he cut adrift to vanish on the wind.
Tonight, he fought for the light.
The Prince of Below murmured, one night, “I wonder… Have you ever seen rain, Friend Moon?”
“Alas, I have not,” the sad moon sighed. “For it falls from the clouds. And when clouds fill the sky, my eyes see nothing of Below.”
“That is a great shame, for rain’s a pretty sight. Perhaps…” A pause. A thought. A smile. “Here. I can show you.”
Up, a wish of the heart.
Up, an umbrella of dreams.
Up, a voice of magic for which Below has no words, though those Above remember.
Thus did the Prince sing down a shower of stars.
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